The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

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The people kneeling in this room are mostly dressed like him, including women, openly exposing their chests. Some of the women have slender, beautiful figures, clearly in the prime of their youth, yet they were brought here for human sacrifice. This cruel visual impact made her, as a fellow human, feel a surge of anger from the bottom of her heart.

Changtian’s tone was flat: "In Ancient Times, humans only covered their waists with animal skins. Real clothing began to be worn starting from twenty thousand years ago. Ahem, at that time, humans were in a lowly position and were considered the best accompaniments for burial." He has lived for a long time; these are all barbaric tales he has personally experienced.

Since they came down, they’ve been holding their breath, fearing to inhale the stale air here, so Ning Xiaoxian calmly said, "Who regarded humans as the best funeral offerings? Couldn’t have been cultivators, right?" She knew that ancient Huaxia also had such barbaric practices of human sacrifice, which faded after the Qin and Han Dynasty, then revived in the Ming Dynasty, until the sixth emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Yingzong, terminated it. This emperor didn’t have any great achievements during his lifetime, but he left behind a humane decree before his death: no concubines should be buried alive. Human sacrifice finally disappeared into the long river of history.

"Of course not." His expression looked heavy, "At that time, humans had not yet risen and hadn’t discovered the technique for cultivation and immortality, so there were no cultivators. As for the Demon Clan, they wouldn’t do such pointless things either."

She knew that most demons, although inherently violent, had clear targets, killing for desire in a straightforward manner. Thus, the absurd practice of sacrificing humans could only be done by one race at that time—

Changtian let out a cold laugh: "Here, it should be the underground palace of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe. Judging by the number of sacrifices, it might be of the royal family. It’s worth noting the difference between Ancient Times and the present; human reproduction was difficult then, and the population was already small. The difficulty for the Barbarians wasn’t in killing so many mortals for sacrifice but in whether they could gather enough funeral offerings for the ceremony." He suddenly sensed something was wrong, looked down, and saw Ning Xiaoxian glaring at him angrily.

Indeed, this girl was repulsed by him treating humans like objects, calling them "funeral offerings." He patted her hair to divert her attention and said, "Look at the text on the wall."

The stone wall was embedded with strange characters, akin to gold stone script, yet somewhat resembling the script currently popular in the Southern Continent in their strokes. She eagerly watched for a while and said, "What does it say?"

Changtian glanced through: "Nothing useful; it doesn’t specify who the owner is, only mentions using a hundred thousand mortals to worship the barbarian ancestor, hoping the ancestors accept with a smile."

"Barbarian Ancestor?" She frowned, "And which God is that supposed to be?"

He led her forward; from here to the stone room’s end, the entrance to the passageway could be seen. "You wouldn’t think the Barbarians were worshiping the Heavenly Dao, do you? They tried that initially but found it ineffective to worship. " He chuckled, "The Barbarians are even more pragmatic than humans; they discovered the Heavenly Dao doesn’t operate according to personal wishes, truly ’Heaven doesn’t heed human desires,’ so they later began worshipping the great heroes that emerged within their tribe, the barbarian ancestor."

The bodies closest to the passageway had already turned to dust scattered on the ground. With no wind to disperse them here, how could these bodies dissipate on their own? Ning Xiaoxian thought for a moment and said, "Looks like those creatures frequently patrol here."

Though narrow relative to the stone room, the passageway was actually quite spaciously carved, allowing at least four people to walk side by side, with a height of about ten meters. She took the lead and walked over—not because she was particularly brave, but because Changtian had already determined this place was constructed at least over twenty thousand years ago; not just ordinary buildings, even magic artifacts would have long faded with time. The mechanisms set within this underground palace, however ingeniously designed, with lethal traps at each step, must have long failed over such a prolonged period.

Of course, the most crucial part was him following closely behind her to bolster her courage.

The journey was uneventful, until they reached the end of the passageway, they didn’t encounter the creatures mentioned in the Jade Scroll. She glanced around and pointed at a few footprints on the ground, astonished, saying: "Someone has already beaten us here."