Chapter 67: Tomb of King Cang

It's the sound of carriages and horses, there are a lot of them.

How could there be so many carriages and horses in such a dangerous place as the Jiuli Ancestral Territory?

Under the night sky, eight Yin flags led the way, and paper money flew everywhere. A long convoy approached from afar, passing by a paper money road about fifty steps away from Li Weiyi.

The car was filled with many boys and girls.

The drivers were all wearing gray and white cloth robes.

Li Weiyi counted carefully and found that there were as many as eighty-three frames.

In the car behind, a middle-aged man pulled open the curtain, revealing his tall figure and majestic face. He shouted in a low voice, "Hurry up and leave the ancestral realm as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man looked to be around fifty years old, and his appearance was four or five percent similar to Cangli Jiashou Li Songlin.

When the convoy went far away and the noise gradually died down, Li Weiyi lifted the ghost flag covering his body and said thoughtfully: "Judging from their clothes, they look like people from the Cangli tribe."

“Those who use this paper money Yin Road to enter and exit the ancestral realm should be people from the Cangli tribe.” said Senior Shijian.

Li Weiyi frowned and said, "It's really strange. Where did these children come from? Why were they transported out?"

"Keep moving forward, we should be able to find the answer." Senior Shijian seemed to have the answer in his mind.

After walking for several hours in the direction of Jiuli Mountain, Li Weiyi saw a light blue barrier of light gauze set up by the mind master.

It rises from the ground and connects to the sky, with mysterious scriptures floating above it.

Li Weiyi swept the Nine Emperor Banner over there, and the veil of light became thinner, revealing the scene inside.

It is a rice field shrouded in mist. Each rice plant is more than ten meters high. The rice ears at the top are full and crystal clear, and you can faintly see the fetus growing inside.

After just one look, Li Weiyi immediately retracted the Nine Emperor Banner, sat down on the ground, and digested the shock in his heart.

This shock comes from deep within my heart, as if a certain point in human nature has been impacted.

People can actually be grown.

Senior Shijian also fell silent. After a while, he said, "Ren rice has existed since ancient times. It is grown as food by some forbidden demon kings and dead spirits. The human world has always resisted its cultivation. Thousands of years ago, several of us, including Chanhai Guanwu, had this attitude. Therefore, no one in Lingxiao Habitat has dared to grow this plant."

"If I were still in charge of the Jiuli and Cangli tribes, I would definitely catch the people who stole the seeds and punish them according to family rules."

The voice in the sarcophagus expresses anger in calmness.

Li Weiyi smiled bitterly: "If the entire Lingxiao habitat is already like this, the Jiuli tribe will fall behind other forces if they don't plant it. Once the involution begins, people's upper limit will get higher and higher, but their lower limit will also get lower and lower."

"The large number of rice men that appear will inevitably have a serious impact on people's values. How can there be no war in this world?"

"If I had a strong enough cultivation, I would not let the chaos continue like this." Then, he laughed at himself and said, "Haha, forget it. With my current cultivation, I can't even survive in this world, so how can I change it?"

Senior Shijian said: "Weiyi, I feel that you are about to find what you want!"

Li Weiyi stood up, no longer looking at the rice fields on the other side of the gauze, picked up the stone coffin, held up the Nine Emperor Banner, and continued to walk towards the Jiuli Divine Mountain: "Becoming a hidden god as soon as possible and breaking through the five seas is the foundation for a foothold. Otherwise, in this vast world, you can only go with the flow and be an unknown person whose life is worth less than grass. Don't even think about participating in it."

Three days later.

Li Weiyi arrived at King Cang's tomb.

The Tomb of King Cang is only a dozen miles away from the Jiuli Sacred Mountain, a steep mountain a thousand meters high. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and stone tablets and stone carvings can be seen everywhere.

The square in front of the mausoleum is filled with various rare coffins from other worlds.

After the Cangli tribe fished out the coffins, they did not sell all of them.

The coffins that are precious enough will be sent to King Cang's tomb for storage. Now they don't understand them and dare not open them, but in the future, there will surely be outstanding heroes in the clan who will be able to understand them.

On both sides of the sacred road leading to the tomb gate stand various tomb guardian animals such as stone horses, stone monkeys, stone elephants, etc., as well as stone lamps, stone tripods and other sacrificial utensils.

Senior Shijian asked, "How many days can the food you brought last?"

"Senior Lingwei reminded me before. I have prepared well and calculated carefully. It should be enough for me to eat for a month." Li Weiyi took out a piece of dried meat and put it into his mouth.

Senior Stone Coffin: "Very good, don't enter the tomb yet. I will teach you a few insect characters. With your talent, you should be able to master them quickly."

Insect writing, beast writing, scripture writing, spell writing, elixir writing, instrument writing, etc. are not words in the traditional sense, but are created by top-notch mind masters. They are not written by hand, but by mind power, controlling the spiritual light and flame to draw and condense.

Insect language is naturally a means to subdue and control insects.

Li Weiyi said: "The coffin master asked me to take it. Could it be some kind of vicious insect? Or is there some kind of vicious insect in the tomb, and I must practice the method of controlling insects?"

Senior Shijian narrated: "A thousand years ago, when I was at the peak of my cultivation, I once broke through a place where immortals fell and found a group of insect nests. There were seven insect eggs in it, and conservatively estimated that they were all at the Junhou level. They were stored in the tomb of King Cang for cultivation. Now you have it!"

Li Weiyi took a deep breath.

You know, in the Lingxiao habitat, the human race and the demon kings have the final say on the ground, but the Zerg have the final say underground.

The Ao spider controlled by Master Qi of the Changlin Gang was only a soldier-level vicious insect. Even so, he was still qualified to be treated with courtesy by the gang leader.

Not every Insect Tamer is strong. After all, it depends on the level of the insect swarm he controls.

However, for the identity of the most powerful mind master in the same realm, the Insect Tamer is definitely the strongest contender.

Especially in this war-torn era, an Insect Tamer with group attack capabilities has a higher status than any Nen Master.

The Junhou-level insects can be included in the "Strange Insect List" because, as long as they reach adulthood, they have the strength of immortal realm martial artists.

Seven, that means seven people are in the realm of immortality.

If he could really become an insect tamer who controlled seven rare insects of the Junhou level, then if he wasn't the hidden god of the Jiuli tribe, who else would be qualified to do it?

You know, some adult Junhou-level strange insects can even transform into human form and have the ability to summon and command the underground insect tribe. When human cultivators see them, they have to pay homage and respectfully address them as "Junhou Sir".

And what Senior Shijian said was...

Conservative estimates suggest they are all at the prince level.

Li Weiyi quickly recovered from his shock and said, "A thousand years have passed. The eggs must have hatched long ago."

Senior Shijian said, "It's not that easy to hatch insect eggs of this level. At that time, I asked an extremely powerful insect controller in Lingxiao Habitat to help with research and analysis. Even if I use the small Tianfa Diquan in the Tomb of King Cang to nourish them, it will take one or two thousand years for them to have a chance to hatch naturally."

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"I originally wanted to leave it to the descendants of Jiuli as the clan's heritage. But the war a thousand years ago came too suddenly, and there was no time to inform them of this, and they were taken away by the space force of Shaoyang Star."

Li Weiyi said: "If they don't hatch, won't I have to wait for hundreds of years?"

Senior Shijian smiled and said, "It's really hard to estimate the time for natural hatching. But they have been nurtured for thousands of years, so there must be some unnatural means to accelerate their ripening and hatching. Have you bought all the things I asked you to buy?"

"Fire Cloud Stone, Nine-Leaf Cattail, Blood Crystal... After buying these things, I'm basically a pauper again! The house in the suburbs will probably be taken back by the Yang Clan and the Changlin Gang."

Li Weiyi took out the six items he had bought a few days ago according to the instructions of the spiritual elder. He felt a little depressed and secretly prayed that Yang Yun would not die. That was his biggest asset. Oh, and there was also Lao Zhao's 100,000 silver coins.

The sarcophagus stood up again, and the man used the coffin as a pen to write insect characters on the ground.

There are seven in total! Each character is very complicated, with more than thirty strokes. They don't look like characters at all, but more like paintings, and they are irregular strokes.

Senior Stone Coffin said, "In theory, your spiritual master should teach you the insect script. She is an extremely powerful insect controller in the Lingxiao habitat. But these seven insect scripts engraved on the insect eggs were written by me, so only I can teach you."

"Oh right! Insect script, it should be taught to you by using spiritual light to outline it into text marks, but in my current state, I can only rely on writing. It may be very difficult for you to comprehend it. But I believe in your talent... It's no problem!"

Li Weiyi smiled bitterly, knowing that in the eyes of his three masters, he was already a genius in cultivation that far surpassed the pure immortal body.

While observing and memorizing the insect patterns on the ground, he said, "Master Guan, if I hadn't cultivated my spiritual light, wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to come to King Cang's Tomb?"

Senior Shijian said, "No, you can also use blood to draw insect patterns directly on the insect eggs. After you immerse them, they will naturally recognize you as their master. However, this will greatly increase the risk. For example, what if they have already hatched? If you cultivate the insect pattern, you will have the means to subdue them, and the risk can be minimized."

Li Weiyi said no more. He sat cross-legged and mobilized wisps of spiritual light and flame in the spiritual world of Yintang. He used each wisp of flame as a stroke to outline the insect pattern.

It is indeed very difficult, my spiritual energy is almost exhausted, and there is no substantial breakthrough.

You must cultivate your spiritual light before trying again.

While nurturing his spiritual light, Li Weiyi did not put down his martial arts, and wanted to break through the seventh spring as soon as possible to avoid being chased by Tang Yan, Xue Zheng and others after he got out.

The Seventh Spring represents the pinnacle of the Yongquan Realm. Most Five Seas Realm martial artists only have seven springs.

Such a peaceful cultivation environment is so precious now.

…

Time flies, and twenty days passed in a flash.

Li Weiyi has mastered all seven insect patterns, and the barrier of the Seventh Spring has also shown signs of loosening. He is planning to make a concerted effort to break it open within the next two days.

"rustle!"

A cold wind blew out from the forest, and hair and clothes fluttered with it.

Li Weiyi suddenly opened his eyes, sniffed, and smelled a faint familiar fragrance in the wind: "It's Li Ling! Why is she here at the Tomb of King Cang?"

His five senses were very sensitive. Although he couldn't smell some special smells from dozens of kilometers away like a bear, he was definitely not much different.

The voice in the sarcophagus sounded: "She should really have a way to find you. Maybe it's the perception and wisdom of the Dark Lantern Guide, or it could be some other reason. Since it's an uncertain factor, don't let her get involved. Let's go into the tomb now!"

Li Weiyi agreed with Master Guan's point of view that everything should be prepared and no mistakes should be made at this critical moment.

Carrying the stone coffin on his shoulders and holding the Nine Emperor Banners in his hands, he ran towards the two giant stone tomb doors that were more than ten feet high at the end of the sacred road.

As he got closer to the tomb door, Li Weiyi narrowed his eyes and found two star maps on the door, inlaid with a large number of silver and yellow gems as stars.

The one on the left looks a lot like the Milky Way.

The one on the right also looks familiar, like the Yellow Springs Galaxy seen on a bronze ship.

(End of this chapter)