Shennong Dao Master-Chapter 1188 - 15: Ancient Hill, Qingyu Boundary Star 4
"Here we go again, each time worse than the last. If it weren’t for the Fate Immortal’s prophecy, the whole Heavenly Realm would probably be destroyed." The Flower Fairy’s eyes were filled with worry.
"Wind Immortal, it’s up to you." A cold-faced man carrying three swords glanced at the person beside him. "Get it done quickly."
"I think we might as well just die." A frail man surrounded by a green glow pouted, but didn’t move.
Such astonishing words, yet there were a few who agreed.
"Exactly, I came to the Heavenly Realm to be an Immortal, but it’s like managing these disasters every day like a beast of burden. What’s the point."
"The Hall Master tricked us into coming here and then fell asleep himself, what’s this big secret, fooling nobody."
"Die, then die, I’ve had enough!"
"..."
A group of people argued noisily in front of the whirlwind, completely lackadaisical.
The cold-faced man with three swords became visibly irritated, with a murderous aura continuously surging out: "Want to die? I’ll oblige! But before dying, experience my Three Absolute Sword Formation first!"
"Alright, don’t argue, everyone." The Flower Fairy ran to the crowd, carrying a scent, petals emerging from her sleeves forming colorful ribbons.
However, the effect was minimal.
One with overwhelming murderous intent, three swords radiating astonishing blood energy, while four or five others wore expressions that seemed indifferent to life.
Some even mocked: "What kind of Execution Immortal, just because he cut down tens of thousands of monsters, he’s called Execution Immortal?"
"The sword is floppy like what’s under my crotch."
"Come, cut me to death."
"Wait, you fight on, I don’t want to die yet."
"..."
Just then—
Whoosh~
A shadow carrying a golden staff appeared above everyone, wearing a high-collared battle robe.
When he appeared, golden light illuminated the ground, pressing Execution Immortal’s sword back into its sheath.
"Execution Immortal, there’s a more important task for you. You head back first, you don’t need to manage here anymore."
"Alright." The cold-faced man with three swords snorted, took one last look at the indifferent green figure, and forced himself to retract his murderous intent.
"The Hall Master is about to awaken." The Holy Immortal glanced at the people below, did not say much, and directly left with the Execution Immortal.
"The Hall Master is waking up?" The Immortals who were initially indifferent suddenly became excited. "Quick, finish things here and go see the Hall Master."
"The Hall Master always takes us on interesting missions!"
"Get to work quickly!"
"..."
...
Passing over the Three Gods Square, entering the grand hall, Zhao Xing felt the surrounding space undergo a mysterious change.
The next moment, he found himself at the entrance of a mural corridor.
Strange sounds came from around.
Zhao Xing listened intently, then slowly walked inside.
The murals recorded many scenes, with numerous stars, floating lands, and even some floating trees and cubes.
"Why does it feel like these murals aren’t a legacy, but more like a record?"
Zhao Xing examined carefully, discovering that these paintings had a mighty power, but he focused on the content the paintings seemed to convey, not hastening to comprehend them.
He walked slowly, the corridor was winding, and before long he saw the "Tian Qi Soul Device Map" and "Void Divine Prison" murals.
Yet Zhao Xing still did not rush to comprehend them, he only looked at the murals themselves.
The surrounding sounds also changed as Zhao Xing walked.
"The frequency rises and falls, seemingly switching through many languages."
Zhao Xing felt somewhat familiar, but couldn’t grasp it precisely.
So he walked even slower.
"Many of these murals here surpass the ’Ancestral Dragon Roar’ paintings I previously saw. If comprehended, one might soon figure out a powerful magic technique."
However, Zhao Xing did not hurry to comprehend them.
His vision, naturally, was extraordinary.
If comprehension meant being moved out, then he’d rather spend more time looking around first.
In any case, aside from strange sounds and peculiar murals, he had not found any danger.
He walked for about an hour.
Zhao Xing suddenly shuddered, stopped walking.
Because the echoing sounds within the corridor finally became something he could understand.
"...Ancient Hill, Vesta, Red Star Dynasty, Primordial Heavenly Palace, Desert Domain Alliance..."
Zhao Xing stopped, identifying intently.
"This is the language of the Vesta forces under the Ancient Hill, how could it appear here?"
Zhao Xing was somewhat shocked, the situation before him totally overturned his understanding.
Could the small Xuanhuang Realm really be connected with powerful cosmic forces?
This is after how many versions has all this happened?
But luckily, Zhao Xing soon calmed down, because the first time, he only captured the keywords.
Zhao Xing vaguely felt it was Vesta’s language, capable of vaguely understanding a few words.
But by the second round, the sound followed suit, switching completely to Vesta’s language.
He could roughly grasp the meaning.
As it repeated to the third round, the Vesta language echoing in the murals became incredibly pure.
"Ancient Hill, Vesta, Red Star Dynasty, Primordial Heavenly Palace, Ancient Desolate Domain Alliance... If there are Daoists belonging to the above forces, please respond."
Zhao Xing understood, he could reply in Vesta’s language.
After all, the cosmic version of language wasn’t considered an advanced commodity, unlike the Dragon Clan, which was so complicated and tied to power systems.
The Human Clan’s language was mostly focused on improving communication efficiency.
The languages mastered in past life memories were not linked to the essence of power, so Zhao Xing could naturally speak them.
"I wonder which Daoist is calling (in Vesta’s language)"
Zhao Xing chose to respond.
Since he was here and could understand it, if there really was a big shot watching, his reaction would surely have been captured.
