In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 152 The Underground Divine Capital! Prepare for Battle!

Chapter 152 The Underground Divine Capital! Prepare for Battle!
The famous Empress Wu Zetian, in Luoyang, the capital city, inside the Dingding Gate of the imperial city, gathered hundreds of millions of Hu coins to cast the Heavenly Pivot.

It stands 147 feet tall and weighs two million catties.

The pillar has eight sides, with coiled dragons and qilins surrounding it.

The top is a cloud-collecting and dew-receiving plate, with four dragons standing on top holding a flaming pearl.

The mold was made by Mao Boluo, a Dongyi person; the bronze was transported by Quan Xiancheng, a Goryeo person; the inscription was written by Wu Sansi; and the carving was done by Gao Zuyou, the Goryeo chieftain.

The names of all officials and chieftains of the four barbarian tribes were engraved on it, and Wu Zetian herself inscribed the name: "The Great Zhou Dynasty, the Heavenly Pivot of Praise to the Virtues of All Nations".

It is actually her commemorative pillar, symbolizing the "central hub of the world".

Destroyed in the second year of the Kaiyuan era!
The octagonal bronze pillar in front of us is almost identical to the one described in historical records!
Could this be the place where Wu Zetian is buried?
How can it be!

As everyone knows, Wu Zetian was forced to abdicate and was buried with Emperor Gaozong of Tang in the Qianling Mausoleum after her death. She also erected the famous wordless stele.

Even though the world has changed dramatically over the centuries, today, what was once land has become the sea.

Surely this isn't Qianling Mausoleum?
He visited Qianling in his past life!
It doesn't look like this.

Moreover, the Qianling Mausoleum does not have a Tian Shu (a specific acupoint).

It's also impossible that Luoyang was buried. He couldn't have seen what Luoyang looked like in his previous life, let alone now.
It's only possible that someone, imitating the capital city of that time, built a palace in this mountain.

If it really was Wu Zetian, why would she do this?
Could it be that she wants to continue being empress after she dies?

If it wasn't her, then who could it be?

Want to emulate Wu Zetian and become the only female emperor in history in the underworld after death?
"Miss Qingci, do you know how to open this stone door?"

Hongxiao's voice came from behind.

This was her purpose in inviting the scripture master.

The Confucian scholar was not only well-versed in ancient classics and histories.

This group of people are often very proficient in all sorts of strange and wonderful skills from ancient times.

If it's anything related to the ancient mythological era, you can't go wrong by asking them.

In comparison, Xie Lingxin was truly only half-baked.

Because he really only knows the classics and history.

Leng Qingci glanced at Xie Lingxin and then walked over.

He looked up and examined the tomb gate, which resembled a city gate, for a while.

I closed my eyes, and a gentle, water-like spiritual power welled up inside me.

After a while, she stretched out a slender, delicate hand.

The power of the mind changes like countless threads.

"Ka, ka..."

"Rumble..."

A series of mechanical sounds were followed by a dull tremor.

The stone door slowly opened.

A gust of cold wind blew out, making people shiver involuntarily.

"This stone door uses ancient mechanisms, which are ingenious, but to us it's just a mechanical structure,"

With a flick of her wrist, Leng Qingci's water-like spiritual power instantly dispelled the chill.

He turned back and said, "However, this ancient tomb has been around for countless years. The mechanisms inside have long since stopped working. I just used my mental power to forcibly control the mechanisms, but now they are all destroyed, and this door is useless."

Cow ratio!

Xie Lingxin knew that even with such powerful mental strength, she simply couldn't do such a thing.

Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry.

"Miss Qingci, could there be some kind of trap inside?"

Hongxiao glanced at the darkness in the doorway and said with some worry.

Ancient mechanical arts, though primitive, were also strange and powerful.

She had seen some of them before.

It's not just a matter of simple mechanical applications.

That was the ancient mythological era; their cultivation methods were perhaps not as systematic as those of the current Federation.

However, on certain paths, even the federal government struggles to reach them.

There were far more immortals in ancient times than in the Federation today.

This alone proves that it's not that people in ancient times were inferior to people today; it's just that they failed to popularize the Dao of Immortality.

Leng Qingci said, "Perhaps there are, but I estimate that most of them are already ineffective."

"I will go ahead and scout ahead, Captain Hongxiao, please rest assured."

Hongxiao shook her head: "No, we invited you here, how can we let you take risks? Please, Miss Qingci, walk behind me. We can walk slowly and wait for Miss Qingci to check before we proceed."

Leng Qingci smiled and didn't insist.

Based on her judgment, the mechanisms in the tomb were probably 99% ineffective, with only one-tenth remaining as a possible accident.

"Everyone, pair up and proceed in order!"

"Yes!"

At Hongxiao's command, the group paired off and entered the doorway.

But Xie Lingxin was a little embarrassed. He was all alone, and it seemed like no one wanted to bring a burden along in this situation.

Hongxiao was about to ask him to come with her when Leng Qingci spoke first: "Come with me."

Her gentle voice made Qin Ye and the others jealous.

Damn boy!
Xie Lingxin was naturally happy to have this peace of mind.

Upon entering the doorway, everyone expected to find a narrow and dark underground tomb.

After walking for a while, suddenly everything became bright and clear.

Stepping out of the doorway, one finds a space even larger than before.

The dome is inlaid with countless glowing stones, like a sky full of stars.

A wide, straight road stretched all the way to the end, where another city wall and palace gate stood, but this one was even more magnificent and taller than the previous one.

On both sides of the straight road, there are rows of houses made of earth and stone, arranged neatly like square blocks.

It's dusty and gray, its edges dulled and worn by time.

If it weren't for the special environment here, which isolates it from the outside world, it would probably have turned to dust long ago.

Xie Lingxin silently counted the squares formed by the houses.

The 103 Wards of the Divine Capital...

So it seems that what came before was indeed Dingdingmen.

The one in front that is even more magnificent is Yingtian Gate.

Behind Yingtian Gate lies the true imperial city, the Ziwei Palace!

Someone really rebuilt the capital city of Luoyang underground!
As Xie Lingxin was reeling from the shock, Leng Qingci turned to look at him, following his gaze. She glanced at him thoughtfully but remained silent. Although this Yingtian Gate was even more magnificent, it seemed to open with little difficulty in front of Leng Qingci.

After passing through Yingtian Gate, what appeared before everyone's eyes was an extremely awe-inspiring underground palace!

They could hardly imagine how such a magnificent palace complex could have been built at the foot of these mountains in the primitive society of ancient times!
Especially in the very center, there is a magnificent and splendid high-rise building.

A white marble base, a three-story wooden building.

The bottom layer is square, the middle layer has twelve sides, and the top layer has twenty-four sides.

A golden phoenix is placed on the top floor.

Extremely magnificent and solemn.

"A wooden building?"

Everyone was shocked.

Besides the building's magnificence, its materials also contribute to its appeal.

The other buildings in the underground palace are made of brick and stone or gold, silver, copper and iron, but this building is made of wood.

How can the wood have been preserved after all these years?
"This should be the main burial chamber."

Leng Qingci said, "If there really is someone buried in the tomb, they should be in this wooden building."

After recovering from their shock, everyone felt it was all somewhat unreal.

That's too easy.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed; none of the dangers I had imagined came into play.

Perhaps it was because of this beautiful woman with a background in classical studies?

"Miss Qingci, could you please help me check if there are any traps or mechanisms in this underground palace?"

Hongxiao then said, "Everyone else, after Miss Qingci has confirmed that it is safe, search this underground palace one by one."

"Yes!"

Leng Qingci didn't say much, wearing a dark blue dress, as she strolled through the underground palace.

After walking a certain distance, he would nod to the crowd and say it was safe, and then people would immediately disperse to search.

Xie Lingxin followed closely beside her, but her attention was focused on the surrounding buildings, and her mind was in turmoil.

It felt as if we had returned to the Tang Dynasty, a time when all nations paid tribute to China.

I'm getting more and more curious: who exactly built this underground capital?

"Can you tell me exactly where this place is?"

Before she knew it, the sanitation workers behind her had all dispersed, and Leng Qingci spoke softly.

Xie Lingxin was taken aback: "What?"

Leng Qingci chuckled lightly, "You're from Leizhou, aren't you?"

"Uh... yes."

Leng Qingci said knowingly, "You are the one who is known as the youngest scripture master?"

Xie Lingxin was a little surprised: "How did you know?"

He knew that Fatty Orange had been intentionally covering up the news, so not many people knew about it.

Even the Donghai branch, which is in the same system, didn't know, so how could she know?
Leng Qingci revealed a hint of smugness after her success: "I guessed."

"..."

"Can you tell me now?"

She glanced back at the sanitation workers who had scattered: "Don't worry, although I don't know why you're hiding it, I won't tell them."

Xie Ling thought for a moment and said, "Do you know about the Tang Dynasty?"

Leng Qingci nodded and said, "Of course, that was one of the most prosperous eras in ancient times when Buddhism and Taoism were at their peak of conflict."

Is there any other way to say this?
Xie Lingxin knew that Buddhist and Taoist culture was extremely prosperous during the Tang Dynasty, but she didn't know the specifics.

Moreover, what Leng Qingci is talking about is definitely not just a struggle between religious cultures, but may be a real struggle between different traditions in mythology.

"If I'm not mistaken, this place should be modeled after the palace of an emperor from the Tang Dynasty—Luoyang, the capital of the Tang Dynasty."

"This underground palace is called Ziwei Palace."

Xie Lingxin pointed to the wooden building and said, "That place is called 'Mingtang,' where she held court and conducted state affairs."

Leng Qingci was taken aback: "Built in imitation of the imperial palace? Why is that?"

Xie Lingxin shook her head: "I don't know. I'm also curious about who the owner of this place is and why."

"So, the coffin isn't in the wooden building..."

The cold celadon porcelain seemed lost in thought.

“You truly deserve the title of ‘youngest scripture teacher’.”

She suddenly looked at Xie Lingxin and said.

"I'm quite familiar with the ancient classics, and I've heard of Luoyang, the capital city,"

"But you have no idea about the layout or appearance of it, yet you can recognize the layout at a glance and even know the origin of its name."

“I feel that you know more than I thought.”

"As far as I know, there aren't many domains related to Tang, but they are all very dangerous, at least at the Ten Directions level or above. I've never had the chance to enter one. Have you seen it somewhere?"

Xie Lingxin was momentarily speechless.

You seem to be quite accurate...

I have indeed seen it, although it was a reconstruction.

"team leader!"

"Something's happening outside!"

"Some scattered cultivators are attacking Vice Captain Tong's defensive line!"

"Here," someone called out over the communicator.

Hongxiao's voice rang out: "Tong Huohuo! What's going on?"

"Captain! They're from the Three Mountains Alliance!"

Tong Huohuo's voice sounded somewhat exasperated.

"We couldn't stop them; Cangming himself has come!"

"Cangming?!"