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In fact, Ning Zheng controlled a Dharma Aspect, secretly hidden, following behind the blacksmiths along the corridor, constantly observing the content of the wall paintings.

Who would have thought that the position of Immortal Venerate could be so terrifying?

One Realm, one qualitative change.

Celestial Immortals begin to cultivate the Yin and Yang, Five Elements Laws within themselves.

True Immortals begin to cultivate the Law Domain.

And reaching Immortal Venerate, could they almost become the spokesperson of these laws?

This ancient Space Immortal Venerate could actually become the Master of Space, governing all the spatial dimensions under heaven?

What a vast and majestic mythic era it was!

Heaven and Earth Hongmeng, Dao was not complete.

That was an era where gods dominated the Heaven and Earth Laws.

Every pinnacle existence had far surpassed the astonishing power of today, and as the era developed and the barriers of Heaven and Earth were reinforced, the immense power of ancient Immortal Venerates gradually vanished.

According to Ning Zheng’s speculation.

It should have been in ancient times that the world was like a paper house, fragile and easily shattered, thus the Immortal Venerates had more powerful might.

And as the era’s roads perfected, the paper house became an iron house, the world laws solidified... so, the ancient technique cultivation of Immortal Venerates became ineffective?

"This is just my little guess."

Ning Zheng pondered:

"According to the descriptions on the wall paintings, nowadays, contemporary Immortal Venerates surely aren’t as strong as the ancient Immortal Venerates, not a matter of talent, but because the era’s environment changed."

"But that doesn’t mean they are inferior. Earlier Immortal Venerates cultivated single attributes, while now everyone cultivates multiple attributes... combining multiple attributes might not be inferior in combat power to the ancient times?"

"But without real combat, there’s no basis to speak."

"Without a battle, we simply don’t know the difference between our secondary Divine Techniques and the primary Divine Techniques of Life, Time, and Space."

Ning Zheng felt that as long as history doesn’t break off for some reason, with the progression of time, civilization will only get stronger.

There is no saying that the older the Dharma Method, the more defiant it is against the heavens.

Of course.

This is merely Ning Zheng’s personal opinion.

He concluded this based on his own experience and wasn’t sure how ancient mythic civilizations developed, whether it followed traditional historical development patterns or not.

As he walked, he suddenly saw the blacksmiths ahead, helping to scout the path, loudly altering the history of the wall paintings, acknowledging fathers...

He was completely stunned.

Aren’t you afraid they’ll kill you?

No, you’re indeed not afraid of death.

It’s they who would kill me, the Xirong Manor Master, in cold blood.

But upon thinking further, Ning Zheng’s heart relaxed instantly:

"I’ve already dug up their ancestors’ graves; if they could kill me, they would have done so long ago, it seems confirmed they’re dead."

"No matter how majestic and invincible the ancient myths were, they all fall in the long river of civilization history."

Thinking of this, Ning Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Nonetheless, the prehistoric civilizations that have passed are truly a grand era to yearn for."

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of emotion.

Perhaps someday in the future, I too will disappear into the distant future like those ancient, brilliant civilizations, to be admired by future generations? Only to be cherished in history?

Immortality and undying.

How rare it is.

Watching ancient history, the succession of great civilizations, is indeed a fantastic experience; every viewing makes one feel immensely small.

"The blacksmiths are being too reckless nowadays... trying to modify the wall paintings, claiming to be descendants of that one is too easy to be exposed."

Ning Zheng shook his head, feeling that they were too inflated.

He couldn’t help but have a thought:

"Why not evolve the Daoist civilization, call themselves collateral descendants of that Immortal Venerate, serving as the Gravekeeper clan, making it less easy to be uncovered."

He thought of warning the blacksmiths not to be that reckless.

Don’t boast too much, you can’t become fat in one go, otherwise, it’s easy for people to see you’re falsely fat.

Next, the blacksmiths continued recording the ancestors’ civilization of the Daoists, reading through one wall painting after another.

The Sky Race, mastering the shuttling of spatial dimensions, maintaining spatial order, had turned the world into one spatial bubble after another, creating the so-called All Heavens and Myriad Realms of later generations.

The mural was full of their heroic exploits.

Their civilization claimed to be the Ruler Civilization, the successor civilization... maintaining each of the worlds under their rule, it was the giant of that era’s Immortal Realm.

However, in the subsequent murals, the mighty figures of Time Immortal Venerate and Life Immortal Venerate seemed to appear.

Only in the mural, the images of the other two Immortal Venerates unexpectedly became blurred...

It seemed even the mural craftsmen of that era could not remember these existences, fearing to carefully depict their majestic figures.

For some unknown reason.

Ultimately, the mural seemed to record the outbreak of a great battle.

In the final mural, you only see the spatial figure lamenting:

"With this battle lost, you and I are eternally unqualified to become True Saints."

The scroll ends with the heavens collapsing.

The terrifying, ancient, oppressive aura swept the entire world, as if the eternal epoch had ended.

Endless vicissitudes passed, it was as though having experienced flooding, drying up, and in the blink of an eye, countless world changes.

The vast destructive Tao Rhythm, the mural of the final battle, madly drilled into the minds of the blacksmiths, causing their mental breakdowns, their heads bursting instantly.

The blacksmiths died en masse, resurrecting in the main tomb hall.

"Damn!"

"What was that, a spiritual impact?"

"How terrifying it was."

The ironworkers were screaming.

In the distance.

Over a dozen meters away, Ning Zheng saw this scene, halted his steps, and protected the ironworkers in front of the mural, shielding them in front of him,

"Indeed, there is great terror before this mural. Just glancing at that decisive battle mural can lead to sudden death."

"This ancient tomb is truly extraordinary in origin, one of the three great Venerates of ancient times, too dangerous."

He planned to turn back.

As a minor, Tenth Layer Perfection Human Immortal, he couldn’t withstand this kind of forbidden tomb torment.

He intended to wait until the ironworkers had trampled the traps ahead before coming back to admire the historical relics himself.

After all, you can’t risk your life just to look at ancient history, right?

Safety is most important.

Even if he was now experiencing Dharma Aspect Emergence, controlling a Dharma Aspect to come over.

This Dharma Aspect cost a hundred thousand upper-grade Immortal Stones, with the early-period Celestial Immortal combat power, very precious, it was a great shame if it died.

...

Ning Zheng decisively left, going home to drink tea.

The ironworkers also suffered heavy losses, ending the first day in the exploration of the mural of the ancient tomb.

That night, the ironworkers started discussing the enormous information content of today’s mural, each one being incredibly enthusiastic.

[It’s a bit cool, is the All Heavens and Myriad Realms nowadays actually segmented by this tomb owner?]

[This is what an actual myth legend is, splitting the heavens and the earth, dimension, space, time... These elements are the real supreme Immortal Venerates, not those nuclear bomb Saints that are hyped extravagantly, yet end up as God just blowing up a mountain with nuke combat power, which is absurd.]

[So cool, the ancient Immortal Venerates mastering the great power of the Tao, this is the kind of xianxia game I like!]

[Stealing! Stealing! I’m coming for the tomb of the Space Venerate!]

[Infinite Celestial Venerate, I hope the Immortal Venerated lords bless me to plunder the tomb safely tomorrow and reap bountifully.]

[Doesn’t anyone think our Manor Master is amazing? What tomb has he plundered? Entered the main tomb without a sound, this is an immensely powerful tomb raiding art! I’m willing to call him the strongest tomb raiding Manor Master!]

[Hahaha, our Manor Master’s background is mysterious, I guess even the immortal venerates of the Thirteen Giants Civilization nowadays would not dare him, we can be bolder in the future! With the Manor Master backing us, we can also dare to scold the Immortal Venerates, let them come to our manor to carry bricks and work under the sun shining on them!]

[Looks like our manor is soon going to have the thirteen Immortal Venerate civilizations coming to carry bricks!]

A group chatted animatedly.

But someone also analyzed the tomb plundering process for tomorrow.

The next hurdle, the mural explosion, seemed not difficult for the ironworkers to overcome.

They didn’t know how to crack the space Dharma Method, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t experienced Soul Divine Power, they naturally had ways to handle it.

The following morning.

The ironworkers logged into the instance [Space Immortal Venerate Ancient Tomb], once again eagerly embarked on the raiding journey.

This time they didn’t look at the mural, brought special protective talismans to protect their consciousness, attempting to pass through the mural, but still, the terrifying mural at the end blasted them.

Instantly annihilated them.

They discussed once more, feeling that the spiritual impact was too strong, possibly penetrating through five senses.

Thus this time, they directly sealed off their entire consciousness, put on special blindfolds, earmuffs, plugged their noses, shut off touch...

As blind people, the ironworkers lined up holding a long, slender, straight iron rod, aimed in the right direction, walked along the corridor.

Tap tap tap.

They proceeded along the way.

Along the way, as blind people, they veered off course several times while holding the iron rod, accidentally touching the mural and once again triggered the spatial serpent form exotic beasts lurking on the mural, wiping them out.

After several retries, they finally succeeded.

Came to the other end of the tomb tunnel.

The Food God was overjoyed, "It worked, it worked, indeed isolating external senses, blind walking, avoids that round of mural’s spiritual impact."

Shao Chaikun was also filled with a sense of accomplishment, overcoming puzzles always brings joy.

"Don’t rush." The Food God advised the surrounding ironworkers to calm down, "Let’s pull a rope straight along the steel pipe, in the future, after transforming into blind, walking this mural tunnel along the rope will be safe."

They were obviously well-prepared.

They pulled the rope straight through this mural tunnel, astonishingly fixing the two unstable ends of the mural tunnel like a coordinate.

Having settled this issue, they looked outside the tomb at the scene which was unexpectedly a complex labyrinth, crisscrossing, splitting into several routes.

And even some undead in golden armor were patrolling.

"What are these things?"

"Be careful."

"They have a patrolling range, seemingly can’t get close to the murals."

"Hmm, probably afraid of damaging the murals?"

"What should we do now?"

"Who’s going to try?"

"Guess we can’t test out much since our combat power isn’t high."

"Is this thing considered alive or dead?"

"It looks like a living person, but in reality, it’s a corpse?"

"Do you think, if we throw some Embers virus on them, after they are poisoned, would they completely turn into Embers? Reviving anew in our era?"

Everyone turned their heads in shock, looking to see who had made such a suicidal suggestion.

And found the innocent-looking No-Life Whale.

No-Life Whale blinked, a bit embarrassed, twisting shyly, "Why are you looking at me, I was just casually mentioning, Nine-State tomb raids all have Embers, it’s quite unsettling without Embers here."

The crowd: "..."

Alright, alright, you’re uncomfortable without Embers in the tomb, aren’t you? As expected from a Nine-State player!

Saying it as if you are a native of Nine-State, having raided countless ancient tombs of Nine-State’s Embers? Currently, we’re still trendy newbies 로그 인 ironworkers, trying to act as Nine-State natives.

"Makes sense." The Food God also expressed a spirit of adventurism, saying: "Why not, go back and bring a jar of the Ancestor’s Ember Virus, the 50% Ember type, throw it here to try? We might not survive, but we can’t have no life, who knows, this might be a way to unlock the instance’s hidden mode?"

Everyone fell silent too, inside, they didn’t know why but a surge of curiosity rose, wanting to try, feeling like this act of adventurism was quite amusing.