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Chapter 322: The World Revives, Forcing Me to Show Off?
🕑 Added 2024-11-03 10:15:53 +0000 UTCThese two figures were, of course, the infamous tomb-raiding duo: Zhou Mo and Master Pang Qi!
Standing side by side, they gazed up at the Forbidden Divine Mountain in the distance, their robes billowing in the wind.
"Should we go for it?"
After a long silence, Zhou Mo muttered as if speaking to himself.
Master Pang Qi didn’t answer immediately.
After a brief moment.
He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and suddenly swung the shovel he carried on his shoulder, slamming it into the ground with determination. "Let’s do it!"
Zhou Mo took a deep breath, slowly retracting his gaze from the Forbidden Divine Mountain, and said in a deep voice, "Then let’s get to it."
With that, he began to undo his belt.
"What are you doing?!"
Master Pang Qi’s eyes widened in shock, instinctively leaping several meters back, glaring at Zhou Mo in suspicion.
Zhou Mo rolled his eyes. "What are you thinking? I’m just getting my precious item."
"Hiss!"
Master Pang Qi tensed even more, his expression growing more wary as he took another step back.
Sighing, Zhou Mo couldn’t be bothered to explain further. Reaching down into his trousers, he pulled out a large, black object.
"What’s that?!" Master Pang Qi exclaimed in shock.
"The Xuanwu Compass," Zhou Mo replied with another eye roll, speaking seriously.
"I found it by accident in the treasure vault of a small family while I was on Fragmented Continent. I originally thought it was just a useless chunk of iron, but later I discovered it can guide us out of danger, helping us find a safe path in the most desperate situations!"
Master Pang Qi was astounded. "So, all those times we narrowly escaped death, it was thanks to this thing?"
"Yes," Zhou Mo nodded earnestly.
"But... if it’s such an important treasure, why do you keep it in that... place?" Master Pang Qi’s mouth twitched.
"This thing is a bit... eerie. I realized that keeping it there... wards off bad luck," Zhou Mo muttered quietly. Not wanting to be questioned further, he quickly said, "Stop wasting time. Let’s get started!"
"Alright!"
Master Pang Qi immediately became serious again.
While their day-to-day demeanor seemed unreliable, when it came to their work, they became highly professional, their teamwork seamless—as if they’d been partners for many lifetimes.
When it came to tomb-raiding skills.
Even the old undead creatures disturbed by their grave-robbing would likely give them a thumbs up—if they weren’t immediately thrown out of their coffins like discarded old jerky.
"To find a dragon, follow the mountains’ curves; one curve, one gate. If there are eight layers of obstacles, the path forms an octagonal shape!"
Zhou Mo muttered an ancient formula under his breath, forming hand seals with his right hand before pointing toward the dark compass.
Buzz!
Immediately, the Xuanwu Compass’s head began spinning wildly, and golden lines and symbols bloomed across its surface, as though calculating some unknown formula to find an escape route.
Swoosh!
Finally, the compass pointed in a specific direction.
And just then, a narrow gap opened in the swirling gray storm in that direction, looking ominously deep.
Though the gap was tight and could close at any moment, potentially tearing them apart, Zhou Mo had absolute faith in his precious compass.
He knew that many places that seemed narrow and daunting at first glance could be squeezed through with a little effort. Sometimes, with a bit of force, you could come and go freely!
"Let’s go!"
Without hesitation, he dashed forward, and Master Pang Qi, in perfect sync, followed suit.
Their flawless coordination was built on deep trust—a trust that transcended life and death, though not certain, less-than-honorable instincts.
Swoosh, swoosh!
The two of them swiftly maneuvered through the layers of storm, cutting through and entering the Forbidden Divine Mountain—an area almost untouched by human footsteps.
A few days later.
Something incredible happened in the Forbidden Divine Mountain.
Boom!
A colossal pillar of blinding white light erupted from within the mountain, piercing the heavens and reaching unimaginable heights, visible across the entire Nine Firmaments Realm.
After reaching its peak, the light divided into thousands upon thousands of beams, falling like countless glowing ribbons to the ground below.
Whoosh, whoosh!
These beams of light scattered across the realm, igniting dramatic changes wherever they landed.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Majestic, sacred mountains erupted from the ground, radiant and brimming with mysterious energy.
Underground rivers broke through the earth, emerging as great serpentine dragons, nourishing the vast land.
Plants of every kind sprang forth, some growing into towering trees, others weaving together into endless vines, bearing luminous, fragrant fruits.
In many places, spiritual energy geysers erupted, their white, misty vapors shooting into the sky before spreading outward like a massive fog, engulfing the land.
This spiritual energy dissolved into the air, drastically increasing the concentration of spiritual energy in the Nine Firmaments Realm severalfold in a short time.
Boom! Boom!
Crackle, crackle!
In the heavens, multicolored lines began to grow, forming an intricate web that blanketed the sky.
These were the laws of the world!
The power of the realm’s laws was reviving, and the once-broken paths of the Dao were rapidly being restored. The entire world was being elevated!
"Hahaha! I’ve broken through!"
"I’ve advanced to the Saint realm!"
"I’ve been in seclusion for a thousand years, and finally, I’ve broken through to the Emperor realm. Now that I’ve emerged, the world shall make space for me!"
"I’ve been in isolation for tens of thousands of years, and I’ve surpassed the limits of the Emperor realm, reaching a realm of profound mystery. I shall now rule the world!"
Countless people were celebrating.
Little did they know, the more powerful figures there were, the more their value depreciated. What once qualified someone to be a sect master might now only make them fit to guard the gates.
"Father, I’ve broken through to the Emperor realm!!" Qin Zi shouted in excitement.
He hadn’t expected his cultivation to skyrocket so quickly. The mysterious Dao bones within him, as well as the Beast God’s Heart, seemed to resonate with the heavens, unleashing boundless power.
The benefits he reaped were far greater than most!
"Mm, not bad. But don’t get cocky," Qin Chuan said, keeping a calm demeanor, though inside he was thrilled.
When Qin Xiao Zhu’s strength was too far beneath his, it actually made his job harder.
Truly powerful beings often ignored ants like Qin Xiao Zhu or found it difficult to feel any strong emotions toward such insignificant beings.
But now things were different.
An Emperor—now that’s something significant.
Boom! Boom!
At that moment, thunder rumbled through the sky, and a voice rang out, filled with authority—young, yet overwhelmingly domineering.
"Today, the Feixian Sect returns to the world! All experts above the Emperor realm in the Nine Firmaments Realm must come to pay homage within three days!"
"Fail to do so, and you will die!"
With the final declaration, the sky turned brilliantly bright, while an overwhelming killing intent stained the heavens red.
"This..."
Qin Zi’s face paled, his expression full of shock.
From the voice and the accompanying aura, it was clear that the Feixian Sect must be another ancient, terrifying force, much like the Qingye Heavenly Sect.
This was extremely frightening!
It was as though a dark cloud had settled over his head, dampening the excitement he’d felt after his breakthrough.
He had thought he was nearing the peak, only to find the mountain growing taller once again, leaving him stuck halfway up...
"Don’t worry, your father’s here," Qin Chuan reassured him, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he said gravely, "I’d like to see what kind of force dares to be so arrogant!"
Generally speaking.
The more powerful a force was, the longer it took for them to revive because of the immense fortune and destiny required.
The first ones to awaken were often nothing more than cannon fodder, and yet this Feixian Sect dared to play king while the real tigers slumbered!
It seemed someone was forcing his hand... forcing him to show off!
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