Chapter 605
The Great Pioneers
Chapter 605 The Great Pioneers
In the pitch-black sky, terrifying gales surged, capable of extinguishing pure Yang consciousness. Qin Ming and the president remained unaffected, standing side by side, their robes fluttering in the wind, like a pair of immortals banished from heaven.
Qin Ming turned his head to look at her fair face, then at the slender hand holding his, which was warm and smooth, even more delicate than warm jade.
The president has a graceful figure, is exceptionally independent, and has a flawless face with a transcendent and sophisticated beauty, ethereal and otherworldly, untouched by worldly concerns.
Clearly, she currently has no worldly desires; instead, she possesses a detachment and purity, like a celestial being descended from the silent years. The world's splendor and the glory of all races are of no interest to her.
She stood silently in the night sky, and even the fierce winds became gentle. The dark clouds gradually glowed, tinged with a sacred light, as if being purified.
Qin Ming gazed at her profile and found it pleasing to the eye. This was originally a great figure from eight thousand years ago, who would have been surrounded by various forces at the center of top-level events in the past. She should have fallen into the torrent of time, but she has reappeared in this era and been resurrected.
The president spoke up: "I understand your intention. Now I'll borrow your life force for a while."
She admitted that she had a slightly strange feeling about this place.
Many mysterious organizations possess unique methods for finding the strongest individuals from ancient times.
Some methods involve geomancy to determine the direction of the dragon veins and trace the earth's energy pathways, revealing clues. Others rely on various ancient documents, extracting clues from a vast sea of old papers to ultimately pinpoint the source.
The chairman's method was simple and direct, relying on the Golden Jade Robe and the Myriad Apertures Clarity Technique to sense things.
The resting place of the strong is not necessarily related to the ancestral dragon's lair or the secret passages of mountains and rivers; it may also be an indescribable place that defies common sense.
But no matter how large the tomb is, it is certainly suitable for nurturing the physical body.
Who is the guild leader? The powerful figures who have revived from ancient times are most sensitive to this.
The cultivation method she practiced was created for the purpose of achieving immortality. Even when she was buried deep beneath the earth, a certain instinct was still drawing in divine substances to regulate herself.
Needless to say, Qin Ming's jade burial suit was even speculated to be a technique not intended for the living, but rather contained the meaning of resurrection.
Therefore, by taking advantage of its "life force" and being in a state of perfect clarity, the president's perception of all things in the mountains and rivers became increasingly clear.
"It can be used like this?" Qin Ming asked in surprise.
Suddenly, he felt like he was a professional uncovering the truth of the past.
In an instant, the titles of great historical researcher, pioneer in rescuing ancient cultural heritage, and guide in exploring the secrets of great eras all rushed into his mind, causing him to involuntarily straighten his back.
Qin Ming and the president flew side by side, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, overlooking the vast land.
Under the cover of night, this area is not lacking in grass, yet it exudes a chilling desolation.
Wild grasses covered the hills, and towering stone mountains, like jagged animal bones, jutted out into the night sky. The vast lake was silent, its surface dark and still.
It was clearly the height of summer, yet the old vines clinging to the rocky cliff had yellowed leaves that fluttered down in the night breeze, giving the scene a touch of autumnal desolation.
Even more crows flapped their wings and swept across the night sky, their mournful cries adding to the desolate and harsh atmosphere of the area.
The guild leader felt something was amiss about this desolate place, but he couldn't pinpoint what was going on for the time being.
Throughout the journey, Qin Ming observed her from time to time.
The spiritual aura surrounding the president was stronger than before; his eyes, sometimes clear as water, sometimes as deep as the night sky, appeared as they opened and closed.
Qin Ming was assessing how long it would take him to defeat the chairman if the two of them were to face off again, and why he felt the pressure increasing so much.
Her cultivation level did not increase, but her every move exuded a sense of naturalness and divine grace. If she were to use the same method again, its power would be incomparable to what it was before.
Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he had some doubts. If things continued like this, was it really true that he was the one watching the girl grow up?
Or will it be the other way around, ultimately ensuring that future generations of young people will have a bright future?
"Fortunately, looking back over the past few years, my speed in breaking through levels has been fast enough!" Qin Ming was quite confident in this regard.
The president usually hides in rags, not to restore his spiritual power, but to exploit himself and obtain all his spiritual memories.
She wanted a true awakening, not just a physical revival.
What she hoped for was to come back to life completely.
If she were merely alive in her physical body, severing ties with the past in this life, then she would be as good as dead in the previous era.
That's not what she needs; what she seeks is the true meaning of immortality.
The president said, "The mountain range's orientation is quite conventional."
Neither Qin Ming's jade burial suit nor the vitality within her myriad orifices showed any significant change.
Qin Ming said, "This region lacks natural beauty and spiritual energy."
He and the president traversed the night sky, surveying the entire land, but found no place to raise dragons and nurture spirits. The earth's veins were dormant, and overall, it was rather barren.
The president said, "The mountains and rivers are too rigid."
Qin Ming asked, "Do you think there's a problem?"
The president nodded and said, "What I see are mostly poor and remote areas, too orderly and uniform."
Qin Ming was startled and said, "Could it be that the entire landscape has been altered by human hands?"
The president's eyes flashed with brilliant symbols as he opened his mysterious Heavenly Eye and said, "It's hard to say, we need to take a closer look."
Qin Ming discovered that she took this matter very seriously.
Did she have some kind of feeling that she had been to this place before her death?
Qin Ming only mentioned it briefly, but the president wanted to explore this desolate place thoroughly.
The president said, "Throughout history, many supreme temples have flourished and then disappeared. Gods and Buddhas have come and gone, and no one can remain in the world for long. Even those that are extremely glorious will eventually vanish in the face of the torrent of history."
Qin Ming understood. She sensed something was wrong and, after noticing the anomaly, wanted to see if any great figures from ancient times like herself were resting underground, eager to uncover the truth.
His expression turned solemn as he said, "Could there really be a tomb of immortality here?"
The president shook his head and said, "I can't be sure."
She added, "Of ancient tombs, only one in ten survives; they are very difficult to preserve."
If there were any ancient supreme beings here, the guild leader would like to see the person in the tomb and how far he or she had progressed.
Those who achieved the ultimate brilliance in different eras could look at each other from afar, and even if only a skeleton remained of one, the other could still discern its depth.
"Let's take a virtual journey and go underground to take a look." Sure enough, the president was more interested than Qin Ming.
Qin Ming said, "Take it easy. You are no longer the person you used to be. You can't even get past me. If you encounter the Tomb of Immortality and approach it rashly, you will surely die."
He wasn't joking; such a place must be protected by an unparalleled array.
The guild leader turned to look at him, smiled slightly, and said in a magnetic voice, "Master, let's spar again sometime."
Qin Ming smiled faintly: "Last time you lost to me, you already called me your master. What will you do if you lose to me again next time?"
The president did not respond, but instead brought out a yellow parasol and asked her to protect the two of them physically.
"Xiao Huang, you two are getting along so well?" Qin Ming asked secretly, wondering if there was really a risk of "people flying away and parachutes running away"?
"It's alright," Huang Luo replied modestly, with an umbrella over her head.
Without saying a word, Qin Ming locked it deep inside the tattered cloth, and then put his own and the chairman's bodies inside as well.
"Let's go." He and the president swooped down to the ground, disappearing into the deepest part of the soil.
The president said, "Why don't you just circulate your Chaos Energy and unleash your other mysterious qualities as well?"
She knew that the silk calligraphy contained not only the qualities of longevity, but also the ability to devour, all of which were supreme methods prepared for resurrection.
Therefore, this scripture is most suitable for exploring the Tomb of Immortality. The guild leader also activated the "Myriad Apertures Illumination Technique," and even in a state of spiritual travel, his pure Yang consciousness manifested many divine apertures, which instantly became dazzling.
Qin Ming resonated with her, and the two of them, working together, sensed something unusual.
The president said, "The underground seems barren and lifeless, but there are still wisps of strange substances remaining, silently but actively drifting towards us. Something is strange; it must be in the distance."
If it weren't for the special techniques they practiced, they wouldn't have been able to detect these things at all.
Qin Ming said, "Well... if I were to switch careers, I could also do very well."
The president said, "What do you think those mysterious organizations, like the Rebirth Figurines, rely on to find the strongest ancient beings? They must also possess special techniques related to the realm of immortality."
Qin Ming nodded; this was not hard to understand.
It can be said that after the ancient supreme beings buried themselves in a grand manner, their greatest enemy became the organizations in later generations that researched immortality. Both sides wanted to live a long life and ventured into the same field, but were destined to be enemies.
In fact, even after their deaths, the leaders of those mysterious organizations could not escape this vicious cycle.
Qin Ming said, "It seems that some people from the highest organizations, once they get ruthless, will even dig up their own ancestors, or even their founding fathers. It's really chaotic."
The president noticed something amiss and said, "The underground situation is not right. Mystic substances are transferred every so often in history."
Qin Ming asked, "Could it be that the large tomb is being moved?"
After saying all this, he was stunned. If that were the case, then there would be a big problem.
How could the tomb move? Even a tomb meant for eternal life couldn't do that.
The president was somewhat looking forward to meeting historical figures, even if it was just a fleeting glimpse from afar.
Actually, she wanted to talk to that kind of person.
Going back eight thousand years, who can truly live forever?
The guild leader knew that although the Night Fog World was vast and boundless, no living being could possibly accomplish such a feat.
Soon after, the trail suddenly went cold; the miraculous substance that could nourish the body underground had completely disappeared and could no longer be traced.
Qin Ming and the chairman searched everywhere and investigated carefully, but found nothing and could not find anything more.
"Unfortunately, I've forgotten too many things, otherwise I should be able to find them," the president said helplessly.
She was certain that even if there was a tomb for immortality, it had long since been moved.
She couldn't think of any other methods to lock down and track them.
The president suspects that this desolate and barren land was not originally like this, and that the ordinary mountains and rivers may have been reshaped by someone.
In the end, she shook her head and went back to her past, wanting to recall more things.
Qin Ming said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. If this path is blocked, then we'll try another one."
Qian Cheng had said that a group of people were lurking in the vicinity, and that they might have already made some discoveries.
Qin Ming headed towards the Bodhisattva's sacred site, intending to learn about the situation from the local natives.
During the journey, he said, "Senior Lu, I need to wait for Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu to escape in this area, and at the same time explore the surrounding area. I don't know when I will be able to leave. You should return to the location of the Supreme Dojo first and bring the Crimson God Elixir and Feathered Light Rain to Qingyue."
The Eight Trigrams Furnace traveled with Qin Ming mainly because it was along the way; they wanted to go to the Tushita Palace, which meant they would have to cross this area.
"Mingzi, you're going a bit too far these days. You're already one of the five great saints of the demon race, and now you're eyeing the Tomb of Immortality. Take it easy," Old Furnace advised, somewhat worried about him.
It decided to stay a few more days and accompany Qin Ming to explore this area.
Qin Ming nodded upon hearing this and said, "That's fine too. If I manage to dig something up, you can bring some local specialties to Qingyue."
Inside the Bodhisattva's sacred site, the Buddha's disciple Miaodi, the Buddha's daughter Miaoyin, and others were still there, gazing at the black lotus and pondering the true meaning of reincarnation.
The six guardian deities were also meditating and did not leave.
As soon as Qin Ming opened his mouth, while he was still organizing his thoughts, the six-tusked white elephant moved closer to him.
It was very enthusiastic and said, "Great Sage, do you want to know what's going on in this area? Come to me."
A moment later, the six-tusked white elephant carried Qin Ming away.
In the end, its body shrank, its ears grew larger, flapping like wings, carrying Qin Ming across the sky, and it could truly fly.
Even Qin Ming and the president could only ride the wind for a short time; eventually, they had to land on the ground and needed to use force to get back up.
This white elephant truly lives up to its lineage as a traditional mount; with its large ears flapping, it flies at an extremely high speed.
Qin Ming was somewhat moved. Thinking back to the early days, when he first heard about the six-tusked white elephant, he knew that this creature was incredibly powerful and terrifying, and that in legends it was the mount of a god.
Now, he himself can even sit on the back of this creature.
In just a few years, he reached this level.
After the six-tusked white elephant realized what he was investigating, it flicked its trunk and said, "Great Sage, you should have said so earlier! I know there's a group of 'earth immortals' who frequent the neighboring area."
It truly lives up to its reputation as the local great demon king; its information network is incredibly advanced.
The so-called "earth immortals" are no different from the great historical researchers Qin Ming talks about.
"Tell me the details!"
The six-tusked white elephant said, "If they are the highest-level earth immortals, they must be pursuing immortality underground. I think this group has an extraordinary temperament and is of a high level. They arrived half a month ago and have been recruiting people in the vicinity. They only accept experts of the fourth realm and offer them extremely high benefits."
Qin Ming asked, "Why didn't you go?"
The six-tusked white elephant immediately shook his head and said, "That's an earth immortal who spends his days walking in the underground world. He can easily get that kind of money, but he's afraid he won't live to spend it. I'm worried that he won't be able to get out of there in the end."
The reason that group of earth immortals kept recruiting people was because not many people dared to join.
Unless they are some old monsters, highly evolved beings who don't have many years left to live, they're going to make one last desperate attempt since they're going to die anyway.
It's not that the Earth Immortals would murder for money; it's just that the underground world they're trying to explore is too dangerous.
"What is the strength of that group?" Qin Ming asked.
The six-tusked white elephant informed us: "The leader should be at the Grandmaster level."
"Don't go. Wait for me in the distance." Qin Ming didn't want to involve this kind-hearted white elephant.
Before parting, Qin Ming passed on to it a body-refining scripture.
The white elephant, reluctant to leave, flapped its large ears and went far away, turning back frequently to say, "Great Sage, I'll be waiting for you to return nearby!"
In the end, Qin Ming joined the group of earth immortals.
One of the leaders spoke up: "Finally, we've assembled another team. Welcome everyone! Tonight, we'll treat you to a feast to celebrate your arrival. We'll drink until we drop, and hopefully, we'll find some celestial medicine tomorrow!"
In this desolate place, people were drinking and feasting, and all sorts of creatures roamed the land; it was a scene of utter chaos and debauchery.
Qin Ming noticed that an old dog was sitting at the same table as him. The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Qin Ming: "What the hell! A great historian, a pioneer in exploring glorious ancient civilizations, actually... sits at the same table as a dog."
(End of this chapter)