Chapter 488 Antarctic Immortality
This judgment is absolutely reasonable.
Judging from the current template of the swamp, the strange poisonous miasma inside is not so bad for the time being. Ordinary immortals probably can't stand it, but Yan Qianlie believes that he can handle it with his current practice. The biggest problem is that the air above this poisonous swamp restricts the ability to fly, and one can only wade through it, so the cultivators over the years have suffered heavy losses and cannot fly across.
Of course, the immortals are not stupid. They have done many experiments on moving mountains and filling them with soil. However, the methane will melt as soon as it touches the ground. The methane is like a fire in the void, burning everything. It is impossible to fill it up. Unless there are some extremely powerful magic tools that can withstand it, but how many such things are there?
But the bones vaguely floating on the poisonous swamp proved that bones can float on it and even not decay.
Yan Qianlie didn’t understand why such a strange phenomenon occurred before, but now he has a vague idea.
The rage of the Vermillion Bird burned everything invisible and intangible, including the devouring and burning of life.
But the bones were left behind, proving that "death is the eternal life."
This is also the "law" that the exposed stone slab wants to embody. The meaning of this magic is just a stepping stone, a prerequisite for entering the secret place, not really teaching people to organize an army of undead...
Inadvertently, the move of sending Shi Huozhu to organize manpower just meets the current needs. Yan Qianlie retreated tactically. Please translate for me, what is destiny?
Yan Qianlie immediately ordered everyone present to sort out all the things that could fill the swamp, including corpse puppets, skeletons, and even magical instruments made of skeletons.
In less than two days, Shi Huozhu also brought his men back. Although the number of men and horses was not too large, the total number was over 5,000.
The so-called magic sect is not very powerful, judging from the number of people, it is not too bad. Although it is impossible to gather "a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers" at will, it is more than the Fire Prison Sect members who are suppressed miserably in Yan Qianlie's human world... and their average cultivation is quite strong. In fact, if they can really join hands, they can completely overthrow this rubbish Demon Lord who snatched everyone's corpse puppets and magic weapons as soon as he ascended the throne.
However, no one joined forces. Under Yan Qianliehu's glaring eyes, no one dared to take the lead. They all swallowed their anger and honestly handed over the corpse puppets and skeletons that they had worked so hard to refine.
At first glance, it seems vast and majestic.
Yan Qianlie stood at the entrance of the valley and waved his hand: "Fill it up!"
“Crash!”
The silly skeleton soldiers lined up and jumped into the swamp.
The heartbroken demons were shocked to find that the skeleton they thought was going to be destroyed was not actually destroyed. They could still feel the soul connection and their soul fire was not extinguished.
This time, they were rushing forward, driving their own skeletons in one by one. Before long, a bridge several feet high was built on the edge of the swamp.
The fire pig took a few steps upward cautiously. It was a little shaky, but it really didn't sink. He was overjoyed: "It really works! The master is wise! He solved the puzzle that no one could solve for thousands of years!"
Yan Qianlie's face was burning. If it wasn't for the Heavenly Dao script, he really hadn't thought about it from this angle. In fact, thinking about it in hindsight, this is not that difficult to think of. Why has no one been able to crack it for thousands of years? Isn't it because Heavenly Dao has reduced everyone's intelligence? Are you sure readers won't scold you?
Forget it, I won’t complain in my heart. I don’t know if he will hear it.
Yan Qianlie subconsciously shrank his head, and continued to direct the bridge building with a blank expression and a calm face. Not long after, a bridge with white bones spanned a hundred miles, leading all the way to the deepest part of the swamp, where the stone slab was.
Yan Qianlie took a deep breath, walked carefully along the bones, and slowly stepped into the depths.
The feeling all around was indeed an invisible and formless flame that filled the universe. It was more unstoppable and fiercer than visible fire. Yan Qianlie was quite shocked. He had played with fire all his life, but he had never imagined that the power of fire could be used in such a situation, just like the air, omnipresent and burning everything.
If Qiu Wuji were here, he would probably feel the same as him. Isn't it the same as the sword energy like water that he saw in the Zhenwu Mausoleum?
When the Tao reaches its deepest point, it is essentially invisible.
When you get to the stone slab, you can roughly see the mausoleum hidden behind it, buried in the swamp. The stone slab is like a tombstone, engraved with its memorial.
Yan Qianlie gently stroked the stone slab, pondered for a moment, and the flame in his hand gradually spread out, surrounding the entire stone slab like a sacrificial offering.
His demonic flame was inherited from Suzaku Huoyu in the human world. It was the true "direct descendant" that had been passed down from generation to generation.
Dry bones are the road to immortality, and flames are the stepping stone.
Sure enough, I soon sensed a slightly surprised emotion coming from the stone slab, and the stone slab opened up to the left and right, revealing a dark path.
As the stone slabs separated, the invisible flames that spread throughout the swamp gradually gathered and returned to the mausoleum, turning the dark path into a bright road of fire.
Yan Qianlie was a little dazzled, thinking that even though Suzaku was "dead", they were still playing such a fancy game. If we consider the newly set mausoleum of the four emperors of the ancient times, what emperor did Chu Ge give Suzaku to correspond to? The Great Emperor of the South Pole?
Yan Qianlie slowly walked into the path of fire.
Outside there is a stinking swamp with piles of dead bones. It looks like an evil place no matter how you look at it, but once you come in, you will feel pure.
Pure fire, pure light, and warm vitality filled the environment. Yan Qianlie felt that he was able to absorb the essence of fire and the breath of life almost all the way. Before he finished this path, his cultivation level had increased a lot.
Even the hidden injuries left by the fierce fighting in recent days were healed unconsciously, and he returned to his best condition.
The extreme opposition between life and death is vividly displayed inside and outside a mere stone slab.
This mausoleum is indeed a real mausoleum. It is not as big as the Zhenwu Palace. It is very likely that there is no mausoleum itself. It is purely the manifestation of the will of the Anji Emperor after his death. It not only provides a protection for himself, but also leaves behind all the laws condensed.
So this is just a ten-mile mausoleum. You can reach the core by walking through the passage. In the circular tomb chamber, the four-sided engraved marks of the "Li" hexagram are clearly highlighted, as if indicating the departure of the owner.
Like the Mausoleum of Zhenwu, there are no corpses here.
Of course not. Xuanwu is in the Arctic Ocean, and everyone is still looking for Suzaku.
There are four stone lampstands around the tomb chamber, each with a small cluster of flames in different colors: red, white, green and blue. Although the flames are weak and as ethereal as sparks, they will never go out.
They are fires of the same origin and four attributes, the strongest fires in both the heavenly and human worlds. If one digests and absorbs one of them, he will become the master of that fire.
There is a jade coffin in the center. There is no one in the coffin, but it is engraved with dense inscriptions.
Just like the Heavenly Dao patterns on the bones of the East China Sea Azure Dragon, ordinary people cannot recognize them.
However, Yan Qianlie, who had cultivated to the level of Xuanxian, could naturally sense the meaning of these inscriptions. If translated into words, it would be "The Southern Pole Immortal Emperor's Scripture of Immortality".
Yan Qianlie almost burst into tears. Damn it, these protagonist cheats finally happened to me. Long live Daddy!
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PS: Sorry for being late again, because all the old books have been reported and are no longer searchable. I have been struggling with this, so I will not change it for now. I will come back to it when I have time.
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