Chapter 169
This underground space is very large, with many broken walls and ruins.
Cheng Hui took a quick look and vaguely saw that this seemed to be the ruins of an ancient city.
Perhaps who knows how many years ago, this place was once an ancient city. For some reason, all the people in the city disappeared, leaving only an empty city that gradually turned into ruins under the ravages of time.
After who knows how many years, the city sank into the ground with the changes of the times. If it had not happened, perhaps after a while, the city would have completely disappeared.
Cheng Hui was cautiously on guard. If this city were in modern times, it would be a monument of great archaeological value, but in the current environment, it would only make him wary.
Lin Qingyang walked side by side with him, and both of them expanded their spiritual awareness to the maximum, alert to enemies that might appear at any time.
Cheng Hui's spiritual consciousness has been greatly improved after being promoted to the Golden Core stage, but in this underground ancient city, his spiritual consciousness can only be released about a hundred meters, which is also one of the reasons why he is more cautious.
For a Jindan cultivator, a distance of just a hundred meters is almost out of reach, if not within reach. Once attacked, he may not be able to react in time.
"Did you hear any sound?" Cheng Hui suddenly asked.
Lin Qingyang stopped and listened intently for a moment, but didn't hear anything. He frowned slightly. He didn't think it was Cheng Hui's illusion, so it was very likely that this special sound could only be heard by Cheng Hui. "What did you hear?"
Cheng Hui listened for a while longer and said uncertainly, "It seems... like the sound of something swallowing."
Lin Qingyang listened for a while but still heard nothing. He suspected that this was because Cheng Hui's spiritual sense was stronger than his, so he could hear this sound that should not be heard.
He thought for a moment and said, "Follow the direction of the sound and approach slowly. Be careful."
They now have no clues and don't know how to leave this ancient city. Instead of wandering around like headless flies, it is better to go to where the sound comes from. Even if it is a trap, it is at least a clue.
Because Lin Qingyang couldn't hear that kind of sound, he could only rely on Cheng Hui to determine the direction, so he became more cautious and alert to his surroundings.
The two followed the sound and walked towards the depths of the ancient city. As they walked, they found that unlike the streets they had just passed by, the houses here seemed to be more intact.
But it was this completeness that made Cheng Hui feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
He didn't notice it at first, but after looking at more houses, he suddenly realized that what made him uncomfortable was not the environment here, but these houses.
The styles of these houses were full of disharmony, and the extreme asymmetry was the source of his discomfort.
The eaves are higher on one side and lower on the other, the windows are bigger on one side and smaller on the other side, and the steps are higher and lower... Cheng Hui feels that he does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he still feels very uncomfortable when he sees such a house.
"Isn't it uncomfortable for people living here?" he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"The people living inside may not be human." Lin Qingyang said thoughtfully.
He also felt uncomfortable all over, but this extreme asymmetry seemed to remind him of something.
"If it's not a human, then it's a ghost?" Cheng Hui said with a smile.
"If I'm not mistaken, maybe it really is a ghost..." Lin Qingyang said as he looked at a roof in the distance that was half round and half pointed.
Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment: "What's the story behind this?"
Lin Qingyang frowned slightly: "I once saw an ancient book that recorded an ancient remnant called Wujiang."
"Why are they called the ancient descendants?" Cheng Hui asked curiously.
"Because according to the records in that ancient book, the Wujiang Clan was originally small in number. They once occupied a unique small world, where they thrived and multiplied. But then, someone unknown happened, and that small world disappeared. Naturally, the Wujiang Clan that lived there also disappeared, leaving only a few members who were scattered outside."
"And then?"
"Later, those tribesmen gathered together and built an ancient city called Wu Zang, where they lived and multiplied. They once tried to find the Wu Zang small world, but nothing happened. Then, at some point, Wu Zang Ancient City also disappeared inexplicably. Because the Wu Zang tribe rarely interacted with outsiders, no one knew why or how they disappeared. Later, a caravan went to Wu Zang Ancient City and found that the entire city was gone, leaving only a large pit in its place."
"No one knows exactly how the Wujiang Clan vanished, but many speculate that they likely obtained some kind of treasure and were murdered to silence them. After all, for a high-level cultivator, destroying a small world is a piece of cake, let alone making an entire city disappear."
Lin Qingyang looked at the strange-looking buildings around him and shook his head. "The Wujiang Clan is just a small ripple lost in the long river of history. I don't know how many similar races have disappeared. I'm just curious. Legend has it that the Wujiang Ancient City is in the Hun Tian Realm. Although the underworld is included in the myriad realms, how could the ancient city appear here? And buried deep underground?"
Cheng Hui knew basically nothing about the history of the world of cultivation. The world of cultivation was too vast, and there were too many ancient books. What he read in the library were all basic knowledge. Naturally, anything truly valuable would not be available for free viewing.
In addition to the library, the Corpse Puppet Sect also had a library pavilion, where the ancient books were truly valuable. Most of the books Cheng Hui read were not of great value, but occasionally he could find some treasures, such as those he found...
"Wait..." Cheng Hui suddenly stopped. "That sound... seems to be moving." He said uncertainly.
He looked up and pointed to a house not far away: "It seems to be moving in that direction."
Lin Qingyang looked up and found that the house Cheng Hui was pointing at was the one he had just seen with a roof that was half round and half pointed.
He frowned briefly, then quickly relaxed. "The Wujiang Clan doesn't cultivate the true nature of the Tao, but rather the spirits. That's where they worship their ancestors and preserve their remains. If we were to evaluate this ancient city, that would definitely be the most valuable place."
After saying that, he raised his chin and said, "Let's go and take a look. If I'm not mistaken, this ancient city will soon not be so peaceful anymore."
The earthquake just now was so obvious, and this place is not far from Luowu City. If there are any clever ghost cultivators, they might have already been eager to try at the cracks in the ground. It won’t be long before a large number of ghost cultivators will swarm in.
This seemingly dangerous place often means great opportunities. Any ghost cultivator with a little ambition will not miss this opportunity.
The most important thing is that the crack in the ground is very large. It is impossible for the ghost cultivators from those powerful forces to block the entire crack. There will definitely be a large number of ghost cultivators coming in to explore.
It would be better for the two of them to explore the valuable places while there are no people around now, so as to avoid all kinds of troubles that will arise when there are too many people.
The two of them quickly rushed towards the place where ancestors were worshipped. On the way, Lin Qingyang was trying hard to recall the contents of the ancient book.
That ancient book was the one he saw in the Blood Demon Sect in his previous life. To be more precise, it was actually the handwritten notes of an elder of the Blood Demon Sect.
The elder was very fond of archaeology, but his method was rather special. He would not explore ancient sites, but instead study them by capturing ancient survivors.
According to his philosophy, blood has memory, so after capturing those ancient survivors, he would use torture to extract the various preferences, habits and history of this race from their mouths. When he had drained away everything the person knew, he would draw all the blood out of the person's body, and then use his special blood magic to extract the remaining memories in the blood.
The memories extracted in this way are very fragmented, but it has to be said that they are very effective, because they are the most authentic history and are testimonies passed down through blood.
Then a very funny scene occurred. This elder had a cruel character and was hated by the righteous, but the notes he wrote were very popular.
The notebook Lin Qingyang had read was written by the elder after he captured a descendant of the Wujiang Clan. He had only seen the notebook by chance.
The notes record in detail the various living habits of the Wujiang tribe, including that the Wujiang tribe does not cultivate the body but cultivates the spirit.
The so-called spiritual cultivation means that they usually practice not by absorbing spiritual energy into their bodies like monks, but by using spiritual energy to temper their spiritual consciousness.
This method of cultivation has great drawbacks and has only been circulated in ancient times. However, it is said that the Wujiang tribe used this method of cultivation to create their "god".
It is difficult to say what this "god" is specifically. The elder's notes only said that this god was not present in the blood memory, but he made certain guesses and suspected that this "god" might be the product of the combination of spiritual cultivation and Shintoism.
Shinto rarely appears in the current world of cultivation, and the reason is very simple. Shinto's strength increases very quickly in the early stage, but in the later stage it is easily influenced by believers.
If your believers think you are cruel, your character will change more and more in this direction. In the end, some Shinto monks will even become completely different from their original selves.
Moreover, the strength of Shinto monks is linked to the number of believers. If the number of believers decreases, their own strength will also decline. This leads to the fact that struggles involving Shinto monks often cause the deaths of a large number of mortals. After all... eliminating the opponent's believers means weakening the local strength, and killing mortals is much easier than killing a powerful Shinto monk.
So slowly, the Shinto monks gradually disappeared. At least in Lin Qingyang's memory, he had never seen a Shinto monk.
"The combination of spiritual cultivation and Shintoism?" Cheng Hui murmured.
Lin Qingyang had roughly explained to him the so-called cultivation of gods and Shintoism. He also had a certain impression of these two ways of cultivation, but he still couldn't figure out what kind of "god" would be born when these two methods were combined.
The only thing he knew was that the 'god' of the Wujiang tribe had obviously failed to save the Wujiang tribe from the fate of genocide. In this case, it seemed that this god was not very powerful.
Of course, he also knew that the god might not be able to save his people, but it was still very stressful for a small golden elixir like him.
If possible, he hoped that he would not have to meet that god on this trip. It would be best if he could come quietly and leave quietly.
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