Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 472 He slept peacefully, just like he was dead.

The carriage door opened, but no goods were shipped out.

Because the golden light emanating from the carriage itself is what's shining through.

Inside the enormous carriage, all the furnishings were enveloped in a golden substance resembling amber.

Three-meter-high seats, an even higher bar, and purple flowers on the bar that seem to be permanently fixed in place.

Zhang Ze felt like he'd seen this scene somewhere before.
'What's going on? This place feels like inside Ah Li's stomach.'

Inside Ah Li's belly, there was a golden space, a place that resembled this carriage.

The crystals inside Ah Li's belly also possess the same power, capable of making the matter encased within them permanently solidified.

A project team from Qianji Pavilion is currently conducting a special study on it.

If the research is successful, the shelf life of many materials could be extended almost indefinitely.

However, the progress of this project is currently somewhat slow.

The main reason lies with Ah Li herself.

Although these crystals, like gastric juice or feces, can slowly regenerate, due to Ah Li's stinginess, only a small amount can be collected each time, preventing her from conducting Lily-style wasteful experiments.

pity.

After the group entered the carriage, Zhang Ze reached into his pocket and took out an amber-colored crystal that Ah Li had given him.

The crystals inside the carriage were almost identical.
"What are these things?" Zhang Ze asked, turning around.

“I don’t know, this place has been like this since the first Horror Saint discovered the ancestral temple and remains.”

The fearful saint crouched in the carriage, his voice low.

"I've tried to remove some of them, but I've never succeeded."

The Saint of Fear wanted to say that these things were exceptionally sturdy, but he swallowed his words halfway through.

It stared intently at what was behind Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze turned around and saw Brother Feng standing there somewhat awkwardly.

He held a small black sword in his right hand and an irregularly shaped amber crystal in his left.

A small section of the wall next to him was missing.

Feng smiled awkwardly, wiped the amber crystal in his hand with his sleeve, and then stuck it back on exactly as it was.

"Sorry, I'm used to breaking things."

Zhang Ze, “.”

Kong Sheng coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

At the same time, the train automatically started as the carriage doors closed.

The horror begins at the very beginning of the story.

Because of its transmission, the story it tells is much more detailed than the hearsay about the thief stealing the dragon.

"That valley outside is where the sage first preached his teachings in the mountains and seas."

"On that occasion, the sage only taught us language, writing, and etiquette, but did not pass on the art of cultivation to us."

"Until countless years later, when the world was in chaos, the remains of the saint appeared during the final battle, as if the saint had returned."

"After nine days of fighting, only the first Fear Saint survived in the valley. It dragged its dying body into the ancestral temple."

"But when it came out again, all its injuries had been completely healed, and it had even learned the cultivation methods of a sage."

"Then the Sage feared that he would use the methods of a sage to suppress all other schools of thought, sweep across the six kingdoms, and quell the chaos of the world."

"And then the rules that have been passed down through the ages were established."

After listening, Zhang Ze asked, "Could I see the cultivation method?"

“No problem.” With that, the Saint of Terror looked at the Giant, “Where’s your axe?”

The giant, who was also crouching in the corner, changed its expression slightly when it heard the word "axe." It slapped its tail on the floor of the carriage and whispered.

"Give it away."

Kong Sheng looked at Zhang Ze and Lin Feng.

There are only the two of them here.

Somewhat embarrassed, Zhang Ze took out the pink Tai Sui, then pulled out the giant axe with a swift motion and quickly plugged the hole back with a thermos.

After putting away the Tai Sui, Zhang Ze politely held the axe blade and pointed the axe handle at the Fear Saint.

"Give."

Instead of taking it with his mouth as usual, the Fearful Saint took out his metal claws with a hint of disdain and took the axe from him.

After fiddling with it for a while, the axe began to transform in front of it. A moment later, the copy of the original Daoist technique that it had been storing in the Giant was taken out from the axe blade.

A very old leather scroll.

"The original is kept in the ancestral temple. This is a copy. Although the material of the leather is different, the contents are correct." Zhang Ze carefully took it and opened the ancient scroll.

The text on it was printed using a magical technique. The handwriting appears to be handwritten and is quite messy, as if it was written in a hurry.

Zhang Ze flipped through it and discovered that this sage's technique was the Golden Elixir Method practiced by the Eastern Continent's human race.

The most primitive kind.

Zhang Ze opened his treasure bag and rummaged through it for a long time before pulling out a booklet that was also a copy.

The booklet in Zhang Ze's hand is a copy of the Human Emperor's Ancient Scroll from the Tianzong Collection.

Open the booklet and compare it with the ancient leather scroll. Although there are some minor differences, it is the same method, the original golden elixir method of the human race.

same.

"When did this second preaching by the sage take place?" Zhang Ze asked, looking up.

Without a second thought, Kong Sheng replied, "According to the timeline of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it is thirty eras ago."

Because there is no sky in the mountains and seas, a day there is somewhat different from that in the four continents.

Zhang Ze did some calculations and found that the time when the sage preached the Dao for the second time in the mountains and seas was basically the same as the time when the Human Emperor passed on the Golden Elixir Method to the Heavenly Sect.

Are they the same person?

As Zhang Ze was pondering this, the train stopped, and a sound like gas being released interrupted his thoughts.

The car door opened, and Zhang Zelai saw the space where the so-called ancestral temple was located.

The space where the ancestral temple is located is not as bustling as the mountains and seas. Apart from the ancestral temple, there is only a bounded void and omnipresent light.

The ancestral temple is located right in the center of this void space.

Divided in two by the middle, on the left is an antique wooden building with carved beams and painted rafters, and wind chimes that have not rung for tens of thousands of years hanging from the eaves.

The right side, however, is mostly covered by golden crystals, forming a golden building similar in style to the train.

The answer is right there.

"Have you been inside?" Zhang Ze asked, turning back instead of going in directly.

“No.” Xiaoyaozi stood on the head of the giant. “Only the Fear Saint has been here before. This is our first time here as well.”

"The Grand Master is younger and has only experienced one epochal change, while I have experienced several, but each time the Holy One only allowed us to see the remains from afar and never let us enter this place."

After saying this, Xiaoyaozi looked at the Fear Saint, signaling it to explain what was in this ancestral temple.

However, the fearful saint shook his head, "Actually, I don't know either."

"I only entered this place once, during the inheritance of the Fear Saint, when I was led by the previous Fear Saint."

"The previous Horror Saint led me into the courtyard and only told me two rules."

"What rules?" Zhang Ze asked seriously.

The sage replied, "Stay away from the room on the right, and don't go into the room on the left."

Zhang Ze, “.”

Well, the previous generation of the "Holy Horror" was probably quite talkative.

Suppressing his urge to play the straight man, Zhang Ze continued to ask.

"Can I go in?"

"Sure, after all, you're human. Maybe that room was prepared just for you."

The fearful saint looked to the room on the left, the size of which matched Zhang Ze's perfectly.

After receiving the approval of the Saint of Fear, Zhang Ze turned to look at Lin Feng.

But before Zhang Ze could speak, Lin Feng shook his head. "I'm not going. I'm afraid I might not be able to resist taking more things back. If something unexpected happens to me, it'll be troublesome."

Zhang Ze nodded, thinking that made sense.

Brother Feng is very fortunate; if we go in with him, who knows what unexpected events might happen.

There's already enough trouble; there's no need to make things worse.

"I'll go in by myself then, you guys wait for me a bit."

Zhang Ze turned around, waved, and slowly walked into the unfamiliar courtyard.

He didn't go to the right, but walked straight to the left.

The wind stirred up by his footsteps swayed the wind chimes on the eaves, and as the chimes tinkled softly, Zhang Ze pushed open the wooden door.

The omnipresent light slipped into the room from behind, casting Zhang Ze's shadow onto A Li.

Ah Li lay on her back on the ground, sprawled out, her little belly rising and falling, sleeping like a dead pig.

Zhang Ze, "..."

(End of this chapter)