Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 689 - 688: Four Symbols Land Tiger
"Luoshan! Brother Zhangwu! SOB, SOB..." Zhang Ziyu threw himself at them, giving the two a big bear hug.
Seeing this, both were startled, thinking something had happened.
Zhang Ziyu choked out, "I've finally found people who believe in me."
The two were stunned. Who?
Looking past Zhang Ziyu's shoulder, they saw Wang Xiaodao, Chen Pingping, Jiang Ni'er, and a group of small animals, and couldn't help frowning.
These fellows... Only that old man seems to have some strength. As for the other two... either they've concealed their aura fluctuations, or... they're just damn ordinary people. Could it be that the ones Zhang Ziyu trusts are them?
In that instant, many thoughts raced through their minds. They exchanged glances but said nothing. However, as they swept their gaze over Chen Pingping's group once more, a flash of vigilance glinted deep within their eyes.
They knew Zhang Ziyu's temperament well. The so-called Son of the Fate Energy was a title that only held weight in Huangzhou. If he went elsewhere, it probably wouldn't be the same. Besides, the young man was too naive; he could be deceived at any moment.
"Come... let me introduce you. This is my Ping," Zhang Ziyu said, pointing at Chen Pingping, his earlier choking sob replaced by a radiant smile.
Within that smile, there was even a hint of pride.
Ping? Zhang Luoshan was puzzled.
Zhang Wu also furrowed his brow. He felt that the Zhang Ziyu before them was different from the one he knew.
He's actually taking pride in someone else. Aren't all Sons of the Fate Energy self-centered?
After brief introductions, they were considered acquainted.
However, the two young geniuses from the Zhang Family never warmed up to Chen Pingping, always suspecting he was a swindler. Zhang Ziyu has been deceived by him. For Chen Pingping to infiltrate an Ancient Family, he must have an ulterior motive.
Yet, with Zhang Ziyu's spirits so high, they couldn't say much and had to lead them away for the time being.
On the way, Wang Xiaodao parted ways with Chen Pingping and the others, leaving on his own.
Chen Pingping nodded, offered many words of caution, and secretly gave him some cultivation resources like Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicine.
Jiang Ni'er whispered, "I'm afraid the senior won't come back."
"I know!" Chen Pingping replied quietly.
Wang Xiaodao's cultivation had been stuck at the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm for many years; he couldn't achieve a breakthrough. He suffered from a terrible hidden ailment that ordinary Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicine couldn't cure. It was a fundamental issue with his cultivation foundation. Moreover, he was already old, lacking vitality and fighting spirit, leading to a natural decline.
Now, his life was nearing its end. Perhaps before long, he would perish...
Humans experience birth, aging, sickness, and death—this is an unchanging cycle.
Cultivators are no different.
Chen Pingping said nothing more.
「...」
There is a massive river called the Mo River, which spans much of the Zhang Family's territory, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. The river's waters surged powerfully, a spectacular sight. Ordinary boats struggled to navigate these waters; only large ships could manage the journey. At its widest, the river spanned dozens of miles, and even at its narrowest, it was several miles across. It flowed unceasingly from east to west.
In this vast region, the Mo River was known as the River of Life. It had flowed for countless eons, nurturing generation after generation and igniting the spark of life in innumerable beings. For the Zhang Family, it was vital.
Some even speculated that the Mo River might be a manifestation of Dragon Veins. However, after countless cultivators had searched, this speculation was gradually dismissed as unfounded, lacking any evidence.
The end of the Mo River lay beyond the Zhang Family's territory.
About dozens of miles to the west, there was a continuous mountain range. This area was shrouded in mist all year round, which grew denser with the changing seasons. Although it teemed with life, it was devoid of human presence. Generally, no one ventured here, except for some adventurous cultivators. For instance, at that very moment, Cang Yun cried out, "Changqing, Changqing, I've found it!" He was incredibly excited.
In his hands, he clutched an ancient sheepskin scroll. It was tattered and torn, with many parts decayed and crumbling. But upon closer inspection, one could still discern patterns on the ancient scroll. No, it was a map!
It was a map Cang Yun had excavated from a large tomb. He had spent years searching for this place, following the map's indications.
Cang Yun lifted his head excitedly, looking at the dense mountains ahead. His initial excitement vanished in an instant, his mouth falling slightly agape...
Suddenly, he had an inexplicable feeling. Have I been deceived?
Although this area appeared desolate and uninhabited, without so much as a shadow in sight, it was actually very close to populated regions. Merely dozens of miles away. Furthermore, there was an Ancient Family nearby. If there truly was something hidden in these mountains, the Ancient Family couldn't possibly be unaware of it. Perhaps, over the long eons, countless cultivators had come here, one after another.
At this thought, Cang Yun's heart sank. "Let's just go back."
Liu Changqing strode over. "Why go back?"
"My ancestors have been here before," Cang Yun said, utterly dejected.
"Since it's confirmed your ancestors were here, it means there really is something to this place. Perhaps your ancestors couldn't discern what it was," Alan chimed in.
"Not just one," Cang Yun said, pointing in a certain direction. "There's an ancient town over there. My Cang family lived there for hundreds of years under the Zhang Family's protection. So... more than one ancestor has been here."
"Why didn't you say so before?"
"I..."
That's right! Why didn't I mention it before? I hadn't even realized it! All my attention was on the ancient sheepskin scroll; I had no time to think about these things. But wait...
Cang Yun seemed to recall something. He flipped the sheepskin scroll over and examined it carefully.
Alan pointed to a specific spot. "Doesn't this part match?"
Cang Yun's expression turned solemn. "You're right. Perhaps... my direction was wrong. It's not these mountains at all, but that river. Look at the missing section—doesn't it resemble the end of the Mo River?"
"It does!" she nodded.
"What exactly does the ancient sheepskin scroll point to?" Liu Changqing had asked several times, but this fellow had been evasive and still hadn't explained clearly.
"An entrance, known as Tiger Land," Cang Yun said gravely. "Ages ago, a Human Sword Immortal slew a Big Shot from the Divine Clan here. Afterward, he suppressed the Big Shot's corpse right here, establishing a grand formation known as the 'Divine Powers of Four Symbols'."
The Four Symbols didn't refer to elephant-like creatures. They were the legendary Four Great Divine Beasts: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu. The Sword Immortal used the Four Symbols formation to suppress the Big Shot from the Divine Clan.
Another legend says the Human Emperor once came here. Seeing the formation weakening, he unleashed a Sword Slash, condensing Human Emperor Sword Qi to reinforce the suppression, and in doing so, created the Mo River.
Yet another rumor claimed that Wenliang, the ruler of the Immortal Dynasty, had also visited this place.
Liu Changqing looked grave. Him?
Cang Yun nodded. "Yes, that very one. He used the vast Fate Energy he had accumulated for the suppression."
The two of them were left breathless...
Sword Immortal, Human Emperor, Wenliang...
Two of the most legendary ancestors in the history of the Human Clan. One born in the Era of Creation. The other born in the darkest era in the history of the Human Clan. The third, a commoner youth who rose to establish the Immortal Dynasty, was Wenliang. It's rumored that he nearly succeeded in Slaying God, reaching a stature comparable to the Sword Immortal. Even Wenliang created a Mighty Power of his own.
Of course, this was merely a legend. No one had witnessed Wenliang employ it during that great battle of yore, so its veracity remained unknown.
Yet, these three leaders of the Human Clan, emerging from different epochs in the long river of time, had all converged upon this very place.
Could it be that the Big Shot from the Divine Clan slain by the Sword Immortal was actually one of the Ancient Great Gods?
