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

Chapter 278 Innate Metal Essence, Innate Earth Essence!
Xie Lingxin said, "I understand, thank you for reminding me, Professor Wen."

"it is good,"

Wen Yifu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "By the way, I've asked someone to find out some information about that ancient scripture. I'll send it to you in a bit so you can take a look and be prepared."

"Although the ancient scripture has not been deciphered, it is speculated that it is likely a fragment of a desolate-level domain."

"Besides the Tongtian Pagoda, the discovery of this domain was also one of the main reasons for the integration of the four cities."

He then told Xie Lingxin more about this ancient scripture, mostly his own interpretation.

It was obvious that she had put a lot of thought into it and wanted to do her best to help him.

This was the first time Xie Lingxin had heard the specific term "Wilderness-level Domain" mentioned by him.

According to Professor Wen, each of the Desolate Realms is a self-contained world, a complete realm.

Once it appears, it won't be confined to a small corner like the Great Black Mountain Domain.

However, there are some exceptions. For example, there is a powerful being who uses great supernatural powers to designate a territory.

For example, one could isolate their own cave dwelling from this world, becoming detached and independent.

It is said that this is a common occurrence in domains of the Wilderness level and above.

In other words, this discovered realm is very likely the cave dwelling of a powerful being, or even a blessed land of immortals!
No wonder. A single towering pagoda might not be enough to make the Federation go to such lengths, but adding a blessed land to the mix makes it no exaggeration at all.

The ancient texts are very incomplete, and Wen Yifu himself admitted that he could not decipher them.

It only mentions that the term "Chang'e" appears in this scripture.

It was this word that led those people to him.

Because he had explained the term during a live stream.

Whether it's to use this as an excuse or to genuinely seek someone to crack the code, the goal is definitely to find him.

Before leaving, Wen Yifu added a word of advice: "If things are hopeless, be patient for a while, take a step back, and you will soon have your day."

Sure enough, a file was sent over after the call ended.

Xie Lingxin didn't rush to look; she put down her phone, her thoughts racing.

Be patient for a moment, take a step back...

This doesn't seem like much. Whether in his past life or this one, he climbed up from the bottom of the mire, relying on his patience.

It was just an ordinary meal.

At most, as Wen Yifu said, they'll just hide in the academy.

He'll hide away for now, and when he gains power in the future, he'll get his revenge one by one, and make sure all those who offended him suffer!
That's just like Brother Xie's style.

But why does he find it so unbearable now?

Could it be that after practicing cultivation, I've started to put myself in a superior position?
Having passed through the Great Zhou Domain and served as the King of Jing for a lifetime, there were so many people who bowed or even knelt before him that he could no longer bend his back.

But what about that ancient scripture?

Does the term "Chang'e" appear so frequently?

I picked up my phone and started looking at the documents Wen Yifu had sent me.

These are just a few pictures; judging from the angles and clarity, they were probably taken secretly by someone.

The scripture was indeed severely incomplete, but it was far superior to the "Song Dingbo Catches Ghosts" he had first encountered, which contained only a few words.

"I admired...heard of...immortals."

"Calling Chang'e..."

"Oh, immortal... have you placed me in the vast cold palace..."

"Wang Xiaoqi...removed the wall...touched the hard wall..."

Fortunately, although incomplete, the remaining text is clearly still connected.

Even if it's missing, it's just a few words missing from a sentence.

You can probably still make out the meaning.

At first glance, it seems to be a legend about Chang'e.

But what's the last sentence? It seems a bit abrupt here...

Xie Lingxin straightened her mind and sank into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Visualize your consciousness holding a pen, and try to reproduce these words in your mind's eye.

I originally thought it might be a fragment of a desolate realm, and since it involved Chang'e, I might not be able to reproduce it.

Just like last time when we tried to decipher the two fragments of "Heng'e" and "Dragon King".

But it went surprisingly smoothly.

His spiritual strength is far beyond what it used to be.

It was quite difficult to trace each character one by one back then.

Now, I can write with effortless ease, and each character appears without any hesitation.

"I admired...heard of...immortals."

A scene then unfolded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A young child sat on a couch, swaying his head, as if someone was reciting a book to him.

Their young faces were filled with longing and anticipation.

The scenes change extremely quickly.

Just like the growth process of a child, from a young child to a teenager to a young adult, gradually growing up.

The images throughout are all of him reading.

It is clear from this that the people in the picture have a very wide range of reading interests.

Moreover, the residence was elegant and luxurious.

Clearly, they came from an extraordinary background, either from an official family or a prominent clan.

Otherwise, where would he get so many books to read?

Xie Lingxin recalled that when she was Prince Jing, it wasn't easy for her to study.

Many of these books were kept hidden among prominent families throughout the land, and were not easily shown to others.

Even though he was the Prince of Jing, when he wanted to borrow a few books, others would make many excuses to refuse.

In short, I'll give you money if you want it, I'll beg for your life, I'll even give you my life, but books? Don't even think about it!

From this perspective, these few fragments of scripture seem to describe a scion of a noble family who received a good education from a young age, but instead of pursuing his "proper studies," he preferred to read miscellaneous books.

They especially admired and longed for the tales of the strange and the immortals.

As I grew older, I not only didn't change, but I became even more fascinated by it.

The Chang'e mentioned later is probably not the real Chang'e.

With this understanding, continue to imitate and reproduce.

"Calling Chang'e..."

"Oh, immortal... have you placed me in the vast cold palace..."

The scene then changes.

In a hall, guests were seated, and toasts were being exchanged.

Taoist priests moved about, serving wine and delicacies to the guests. It seemed like a joyous banquet.

The strangest thing is that even though we were indoors, there was a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly, a generous guest shouted: "What a fine day and beautiful scenery! The joy is endless! We must share this pleasure!"

"Gentlemen, let's drink together!"

As he spoke, he picked up a wine jug and threw it into the arms of a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest, carrying a wine pot, wandered among the guests, pouring them wine.

Strangely enough, the wine pot was only the size of a palm, and there were seven or eight guests in the hall, so each time it was poured, it was a large bowlful.

The wine jug was not empty; wine was still pouring out.

This scene amazed Xie Lingxin, but also gave her a sense of déjà vu.

Another guest exclaimed, "Blessed by the bright moonlight, drinking like this is rather lonely. Why not summon Chang'e to dance and liven things up?"

The screen changes again.

Indeed, there was a stunningly beautiful figure, descending gracefully from the bright moon in the hall, with a slender waist and elegant neck, dancing elegantly.

He sang loudly: "Are you a fairy, or have you returned, or have you imprisoned me in the vast cold palace?"

The video abruptly stopped.

Xie Ling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...?

Continue copying the last sentence.

"Wang Xiaoqi...removed the wall...touched the hard wall..."

The scene changes again. The night is dark, and a figure stands in the courtyard, muttering to himself. Suddenly, he stomps his foot and slams his head against the wall in front of him.

"boom!"

The figure collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and crying out in pain, a large bump appearing on his forehead.

"Snapped!"

Xie Lingxin opened her eyes and slapped the side of her.

That’s right!
This scene was all too familiar to him.

"A Taoist priest from Laoshan!"

Xie Lingxin visualized her consciousness holding a pen, searching for the text in her memory, and wrote with lightning speed!
"In this town lived a young man named Wang, the seventh son of a prominent family. From a young age, he admired the Dao and, hearing that many immortals lived on Mount Lao, he carried his books and went there to travel..."

"Upon reaching the summit, one finds a secluded and tranquil temple. A Taoist priest sits on a futon, his white hair flowing down his collar, his demeanor serene and radiant..."

A piece of writing, completed in one stroke!

Discard the brush.

Then visualize a blank scroll unfolding, and the suspended words immediately falling onto the scroll.

The divine hand, guided by the book, reached the edge of the small spiritual platform, gazing upon the vast, chaotic sea of ​​consciousness before it.

Xie Lingxin hesitated.

He has now also learned some methods from Wen Yifu for searching for domain coordinates in the chaotic sea of ​​spirit.

But after all, there was no practical experience.

Mental confusion, extremely dangerous.

If you're not careful, you can get caught up in it and your spiritual consciousness will be obliterated.

Just as he was hesitating, a thought suddenly struck him, and the tattered cloth that was said to be the Buddha's robe jumped out of the treasure brocade pouch on its own.

"Ok?"

Just then, a shout came from my ear.

Xie Ling thought for a moment and decided to exit her sea of ​​consciousness first.

"Brother Ling! I'm here, open the door!"

Chen Jinxin's shouts came from outside the door.

Disturbing people's sweet dreams!

Xie Lingxin muttered something to herself, got out of bed, and opened the door.

He was reciting the ancient scriptures when, before he knew it, it was already broad daylight.

Perhaps the questions from last night were too annoying, and Xie Lingxin was a little reluctant.

"Don't you know the password? What are you shouting for?"

Chen Jinxin tugged at her fingers: "Brother Ling, didn't you dislike me coming in so casually?"

Her face was pure and beautiful, her expression gentle, her eyelashes fluttering, and her clear, bright pupils revealed a hint of innocence and grievance.

Even the hardest heart can be softened by gentle touch.

"come in."

Xie Lingxin waved her hand.

"Brother Ling, is something bothering you?"

Chen Jinxin put on a smile, jogged up to catch up, and tugged at his sleeve.

Xie Lingxin turned around and looked at her earnest and innocent expression: "Do you know something?"

"No, why should I know?"

"It's nothing, are you okay?"

Chen Jinxin said with dissatisfaction, "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Okay, okay, do whatever you want, I'll go wash up."

What a hassle, even after practicing cultivation, I still have to wash up.

Wouldn't it be great if those legendary immortals could clean everything inside and out with a single incantation?

When he returned to the hall, Chen Jinxin presented a spirit pot as if it were a treasure: "Brother Ling, here you go!"

"What is this?"

He certainly recognized the spirit pot, but it was definitely not something he was going to be given.

Chen Jinxin smiled with narrowed eyes: "Innate metal essence, innate earth essence!"

"Um?!"

Chen Jin thought to himself, "This is the result of my teacher's research institute. It's the essence of the five elements extracted from innate spiritual roots! It's even purer than innate spiritual roots!"

"This...this thing must be expensive, right?"

Xie Lingxin took the spirit pot, both surprised and delighted.

He couldn't find any information about this thing, not even after searching for so long with the help of the All-Knowing app.

Even if it were priced, there would be no market for it.

"It's not very expensive..."

Chen Jinxin said, clearly feeling a little guilty.

It wasn't expensive; she had begged and pleaded to get it, not from her teacher, but from a senior student who had persuaded her to steal it from the research institute...

(End of this chapter)