Chapter 227 Startling the Ancestral Master

Chapter 228 Startling the Ancestral Master

Cao Qianqiu was the most radical, because he wielded a powerful weapon, a spear obtained from the night sky above Black and White Mountain, with divine symbols engraved beneath its rusty surface.

He was very confident and was the first to rush over, using the tip of his spear to pierce the palm-sized piece of cloth.

“What are you doing?” The founder of a certain school of Tantric Buddhism flicked his finger, and a thick beam of azure light flew out, transforming into a radiant azure lotus. Its petals bloomed, spewing out dense divine patterns, which actually blocked the great weapon.

Cao Qianqiu’s eyes were hostile. The crimson sun outside his body expanded as he activated it with all his might, and the divine symbols on his spear were activated.

“Old Cao, stop!” Sun Taichu called out.

Other patriarchs tried to stop him, while others, like Cao Qianqiu, wanted to grab the scraps of cloth from the altar.

Immediately, chaos erupted here.

This small group of people all stand at the forefront of their respective fields, and any attack they make will have disastrous consequences.

This place is quite special; golden patterns light up on the ground, and silver symbols intertwine in the void. Otherwise, this place would have already sunk.

Even so, several coffins associated with godlike creatures still emitted slight sounds, showing signs of damage.

“Snap!”

What’s most alarming is that a three-inch-wide black crack appeared on the altar, and it was the first to be damaged, indicating that it was about to collapse.

The patriarch-level figures stood facing off here, neither moving, and noticed dozens of cracks appearing on the high platform beneath the tattered cloth, then watched helplessly as it shattered.

…

Kunling is the territory facing the direction of Dayu.

Black fog billowed, and rows of buildings stood tall; the ruins of the temples here had all been cleared away.

A massive central palace stretched out before them, its silver tiles gleaming, while purple mist and dark fog surged and billowed, creating an exceptionally dense atmosphere.

The first team entered, and immediately, a surge of yin energy filled the air, accompanied by sounds of fighting and ghostly figures. The half-rotten ancient people were incredibly fierce in their attacks.

The sound of clashing weapons weakened after a short time.

In the end, only one person escaped from the giant palace, only to have a withered hand reach out, pierce his chest, and rip out his heart from behind.

In less than 15 minutes, the entire group was wiped out.

Qin Ming frowned. The generous reward was hard to come by, and even he was considering backing out.

This godforsaken place has no scriptures or classics; he hasn’t been able to connect with a single one, and the final, colossal palace is so dangerous.

Thankfully, he was not selected.

The second team was clearly very nervous, and some people even suggested giving up on the spot. However, an elderly man stepped forward and reminded them to uphold the spirit of the contract.

This time, screams echoed throughout the giant palace, but some people managed to escape, covered in blood.

“This place should be a stronghold of ghost cultivators, guarded by core disciples. We can barely hold out for a while, but we are no match for them in the end.”

The man’s body was mangled, as if he had been grabbed by several vengeful ghosts and nearly torn apart. There were even broken fingernails like iron hooks stuck in his body.

“Take out the protective golden armor and the Wind-Traveling Talisman to help the explorers save their lives.” The Fourth Princess of the Great Yu Dynasty was clad in crimson armor, like a red lotus covering her body, both eerie and mysterious.

Otherwise, if a third batch of people were to be selected, many would likely resist. Knowing they would die, no one would be willing to risk their life.

“All you need to do is find out what’s in this giant palace.”

Meanwhile, an elderly man approached them and asked what they needed, such as a handy weapon or life-saving medicine, showing great care and concern.

They feared that these people would be perfunctory and half-hearted in their exploration.

Sure enough, the team had a high survival rate, losing only three members while the remaining six survived.

However, prioritizing their survival, they only explored the very center of the area, where a pool of purple mist mingled with dark mist. As soon as they got close, black energy surged upwards.

Moreover, those ghost cultivators were all sitting cross-legged by the pool.

Qin Ming was selected for the fourth batch of people and lined up to collect his reward. The two thousand gold coins were not physical items, but two gold notes.

There are several books on extraordinary skills, but he abandoned the “Wind Control Scripture” and the “Green Wood Scripture” and chose the “Netherworld Scripture”.

Qin Ming immediately reviewed it and confirmed that there were no problems.

He immediately put on a protective golden robe, which was engraved with dense divine patterns, and at the same time, he affixed the Wind-Traveling Talisman to his legs, which greatly increased his speed.

“Young man, is there anything else you need?” an old man asked kindly.

Qin Ming naturally made a request, saying, “I am a sharpshooter. If you could give me some arrows with feathers mixed with jade iron, that would be even better.”

“Bring me arrows.”

Many people from the Great Yu arrived, proving their solid foundation. Some of the entourage carried specially made arrows, which, although not made of pure jade and iron but of mixed casting, were still sufficient and of astonishing value.

The other party gave him a quiver with twelve dark red arrows.

As Qin Ming and his group moved forward, they remained vigilant as they passed the ruined palaces. The cold, eerie atmosphere grew stronger as they approached the giant palace.

When he finally stepped into this enormous palace, with no buildings to obstruct his view, Qin Ming immediately focused his mind, his eyes brimming with warmth, and he could see through the thick fog.

He immediately knew what was there.

Ahead, there was a pool about ten feet square, filled with thick, viscous black mist that condensed into a pitch-black liquid that felt icy cold even from a distance.

Is this Yin energy mixed with the power of Taiyin?

He wasn’t sure what it was.

In the pond stands a plant, taller than a person, with layers upon layers of black leaves and nine jet-black flowers, surrounded by a dense, dark light, imbued with both divine power and the power of death.

This flower evokes a contradictory feeling; it is both vibrant and eerie, like a miraculous medicine, yet it seems that consuming it would lead to immediate death.

Clearly, it is not yet mature; the flowers have not yet withered, and no fruit has yet been produced.

“Nine flowers, a wonderful number. I reckon it’s a rare treasure exclusively for ghost cultivators. What a pity.” Qin Ming shook his head. He really wanted to take a bite, but he was afraid he would immediately turn into a vengeful ghost.

In addition, the pool was filled with purple mist and contained a black seal, about the size of a fist. This must be a priceless treasure, as it was covered with dense characters and imprinted in the void.

Qin Ming stared blankly; with the people of Dayu guarding this place, this item was definitely out of his reach.

He was somewhat annoyed. Was there not even a single scripture here? It seemed he had come here without gaining anything extra.

“Hmm?” Although the tattered cloth covering him remained still, it was silently absorbing the essence of the black liquid in the pool within the black mist.

He nearly threw the rag away, because the chilling coldness that was drawn in almost froze him.

On the edge of the pool, a group of half-rotten ghost cultivators all rose up and charged towards their group.

After Qin Ming’s ninth rebirth, he gained an ability similar to a spiritual eye. This place was as bright as day for him, while others moved through the ink-black mist and could not see as clearly as he could.

Therefore, when the ghostly figure approached, many people hastily prepared to fight.

During this time, Qin Ming repeatedly drew his bow, each arrow carrying a golden glow, tearing through the dark fog and blasting the head of a vengeful ghost.

Even outside, people from the Great Yu Dynasty could see that brilliant golden light, and many were astonished.

“This young man’s Heavenly Light Force is extraordinary, with great destructive power. Could he be a disciple from a prestigious sect such as Chunyang Palace or Lieyang Hall?”

In fact, Qin Ming was very restrained. He naturally wouldn’t unleash his full power. His current Heavenly Light Force could even burn away the spiritual light of consciousness. In the first realm, he had already reshaped a myth.

Finally, Qin Ming couldn’t hold back any longer, and his body trembled. That tattered cloth woven from strange gold, which usually showed no power, was causing trouble at this crucial moment. He felt like he was about to be frozen solid and freeze to death.

The intense Yin energy surged forth relentlessly, and he could no longer resist it.

He tried to get away from there, but the rag seemed to be drawn out and connected to the pool by a channel of yin energy.

His expression changed; if he ran out, his abnormality would be immediately exposed.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, threw the rag into the pool, and left it for the time being.

Qin Ming used up all twelve arrows to kill seven ghosts. After intentionally holding back, he severely injured five more ghosts before retreating with his teammates.

After several attempts, the people of Dayu had figured out that there should be treasures in the pool, as well as a rare elixir. They were making careful arrangements to clean it a few more times before finally seizing it.

Those old guys can barely stop Yao Ruoxian!

Her talent and cultivation were comparable to those of immortals, and she felt that these teams were too weak. If she were to go in by herself, she could quickly break through even when facing creatures of the same level and retrieve the rare treasures.

…

Cao Qianqiu, Sun Taichu, and the others remained silent. Was the Nine-Colored Platform so fragile that it had been destroyed?

The rag floated in the air, surrounded by galaxy-like runes that spun rapidly around it, forming a colorful tunnel.

It’s more like a ripple than a road, with concentric circles of ripples connecting to form a chain of countless “rings” leading into the distance.

“Everyone, should we retreat and reseal the path we came from, or continue to explore?” Even the patriarch-level figures were unsure.

“If we remove this piece of cloth, will this ‘tunnel’ be cut off?” Someone stared intently at the motionless strip of cloth.

Ultimately, some people decided to move forward. They knew more about the legends of Kunling than most people and wanted to find out more.

The tunnel was brightly lit, with each of the halos paving the way formed by a symbol rapidly rotating in a circle, and the gaps between them were like cracks.

The group moved forward quickly, and before long they arrived at the end of the road formed by the divine ring. They were all mesmerized by the scenery ahead.

Outside the tunnel, the land was desolate, as if no one had set foot there for a long time. A silent city sat far away, but it was already vaguely visible.

At this moment, even the most venerable masters were filled with apprehension.

It was just a small earthen city, yet purple aura soared into the sky. Corpses hung from the city walls, and the flesh and blood of legendary creatures were nailed to the city gates.

“retreat!”

They don’t want to get close anymore.

The patriarch-level figures all quickly exited the tunnel constructed of runes.

“Should we destroy this place?”

They looked at the rags, then gazed into the tunnel.

At the same time, they examined the coffins closely and found that there were six coffins, from which strands of gold and silver threads were emanating, providing energy to the rags and creating passageways.

“Was that the legendary city we just saw?”

Chapter Two is almost finished; it will take about twenty more minutes to complete.