txolops Chapter 713 Fellow Daoist! Daoist Huoyuan!
Chapter 713 Fellow Daoist! Daoist Huoyuan!
Chen Fan gently lifted the pinch of powder with his spiritual power and sniffed it. Ninety-nine percent of the medicinal power had dissipated, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
The moment that fragrance entered his nostrils, the spiritual energy in his dantian fluctuated slightly.
Grade 5 elixir?
No, not only that.
The medicinal power of this medicine far surpasses that of a fifth-grade pill; it's at least the ash left behind by a sixth-grade or higher pill. Sixth-grade pills are something only cultivators at the Void Refinement stage can use.
Such elixirs were carelessly discarded here, buried by time along with other ruins and remains.
Chen Fan gently placed the powder back into the furnace and stood up.
His doubts grew deeper and deeper.
What exactly is this underground space?
From Yuan Lingzi's last words, all he knew was that this space was located beneath the chaotic sea in the depths of the boundless sea, and was an extremely ancient underground cave.
However, judging from these ruins, the origin of this space is probably more complicated than Yuan Lingzi knew.
This place is a collection of relics from different civilizations and eras: a dark blue star-patterned stone palace, a black rune-inscribed wooden building, a white bone altar, a metal tower, and a crystal flying boat.
These items are completely different in style, material, and array pattern system, and could not possibly come from the same cultivation country, or even be products of the same era.
What's even more bizarre is that the layout of these ruins defies any logic. They are not arranged according to any urban planning, nor are they stacked in chronological order.
They were as if they had been forcibly torn from their respective time and space by some irresistible force and then carelessly thrown into this underground space.
This feeling reminded Chen Fan of something.
He had once perused some ancient books about the laws of space in the library of the Zhao State's Imperial Palace.
One passage mentions an extremely rare spatial phenomenon.
Space graveyard.
It is said that in certain regions where the laws of space are extremely chaotic, the barriers between different times and spaces become exceptionally weak, and even local spacetime collapses may occur.
When the collapse of time and space occurs, materials from different worlds and eras will be swept into it, eventually accumulating in a specific location to form an area composed of countless ruins.
This region is like a vast graveyard that has collected countless civilizations, gathering the remnants of worlds that have long since disappeared into the river of time and piling them up in one place.
If this underground space is indeed a spatial graveyard, then its existence time is probably beyond the tens of thousands of years.
The owners of those dark blue star-patterned stone palaces, the alien races who offered sacrifices at the bone altar, and the cultivators who piloted crystal flying boats—what kind of world did they come from?
Where is their civilization now?
Chen Fan sat down on a broken stone pillar, took out Yuan Lingzi's map jade slip again, and carefully searched it with his divine sense.
Yuan Lingzi marked the distribution of numerous restricted areas, dangerous places, and spatial rifts on the map, but offered almost no explanation of the origin of this space.
Only a few words were engraved with a tiny divine imprint at the very edge of the jade slip.
"This place is not naturally formed; it is suspected to be the site of an ancient battle."
Ancient War.
What kind of war could bring so many remnants of civilizations to the same place?
What terrifying level of cultivation did the attacker reach?
Chen Fan put the jade slip back into his pocket, and the star map array patterns on the stone pillars on both sides of the riverbed involuntarily appeared in his mind.
He had never seen the star systems depicted on those star maps before, and the teleportation array structures marked on them were somewhat similar to interdimensional teleportation arrays.
And the huge circular patterns on the stone palace doors are almost identical to the water patterns on the golden bowl.
The golden bowl in his arms trembled slightly, as if sensing his thoughts.
Chen Fan took out the golden bowl and held it in his palm. He saw that the four lit runes on the bowl emitted a faint light in the dark underground space.
The four runes—wood, earth, fire, and water—are all complete; only the final metal rune remains.
The origin of the golden bowl remains a mystery.
Chen Fan had learned from the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect that this bowl was very likely a treasure that the Cultivation Alliance was searching for with all its might!
As for the rest, he had no way of knowing.
The star map patterns in this underground space also seem to have some subtle connection with the golden bowl.
However, these clues are too fragmented to form a complete picture for the time being.
Chen Fan put the golden bowl back into his robes and stood up. He dusted off his robes and continued walking deeper into the ruins.
This time, he didn't stop to examine each ruin, but quickened his pace.
Looking up, the ruins were so vast that exploring them all would likely take years. The immediate priority was finding a way out; everything else had to wait.
After walking for about half an hour, the ruins ahead gradually thinned out. The scattered rubble and tiles on the ground became less and less, replaced by a kind of dark gray fine sand.
The fine sand was extremely uniform in texture, soft and fluffy when stepped on, and made no sound.
Spatial rifts in the air have also become much rarer.
Chen Fan used the Fixed Word Technique to scan the surroundings and found that there were only a few tiny spatial rifts within a radius of several miles, and they were all in a dormant period and would not be in danger of erupting in the short term.
This discovery delighted him.
According to the markings on the Yuanlingzi map, the sparser the spatial rifts, the closer the area is to the edge of the underground space.
Just as he was about to speed up, a faint light suddenly appeared in the gray sand ahead.
The light was extremely faint, flickering like a firefly in the darkness.
Chen Fan paused, his right hand already resting on the hilt of his sword. He spread out his divine sense, carefully examining the gray sand ahead.
The source of the spiritual light was a stone slab half-buried in the sand. Several simple array patterns were carved on the stone slab, and a spirit stone the size of a fingernail was embedded in the center of the array patterns.
A warning array.
Chen Fan shifted his gaze from the array plate to look deeper into the distance. At the edge of the gray sand, the outline of a low stone building could be faintly seen.
The style of the stone building was unlike any of the ruins he had seen before; it resembled a simple, temporary outpost. Several extremely faint auras, all belonging to cultivators, lingered around the stone building.
The path to the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation.
Two paths in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Chen Fan frowned slightly.
He neither stepped forward nor retreated, but simply stood in place and continued to explore the area of the stone building with his divine sense.
Just then, a deep, hoarse voice came from the direction of the stone building.
"Now that you've arrived, why linger at the entrance?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Chen Fan's ears. There was no hostility or pressure in the tone; it sounded more like a casual greeting between old friends reuniting.