Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 361 Heavenly Man
Lin Jiang gently placed his hand on the wall, and as his fingertips touched it, the dust that had accumulated on the pillar slid off.

The writing, which had been hidden under the dust, gradually became visible.

Seeing Lin Jiang's actions, Little Ginseng felt a surge of curiosity. She took small steps to his side, tilting her head back to look at the blurry characters atop the pillar. She read them aloud, one by one:

"This matter will eventually come to a head, and we are already like stone carvings... Lin Jiang, Lin Jiang, what do these words mean?"

Lin Jiang reached out and affectionately ruffled the little ginseng's head.

He did not answer immediately, but carefully wiped all the stone carvings around him and searched carefully again. Finally, he found the beginning of the long text at the very edge.

Only then did he slide his finger along the rough wall, deciphering the engravings line by line.

He soon realized that the writing was not left by the original inhabitants of the place.

It was the work of a Taoist priest from the divine city who moved mountains.

The script used in Shencheng is extremely similar to that used in Daxing, almost identical in general, with only slight differences in some minor writing habits. It is precisely because of this that Lin Jiang was able to interpret its meaning relatively smoothly.

As the writing faded, the life story of this Taoist who moved mountains in the divine city slowly unfolded before Lin Jiang's eyes.

Just as King Qi said, the dynasties before the Divine City were filled with celestial beings. These celestial beings possessed extraordinary abilities and could use various means to build skyscrapers from the ground and transform the world.

However, after the establishment of the divine kingdom, these celestial beings vanished, and most of the artifacts they left behind were destroyed and could no longer be used.

Even these damaged items became rare treasures for the people of the divine city.

This led to the emergence of a group of Mountain Moving Taoists.

Like diggers, they tirelessly search every corner of the world for relics, hoping to profit from them and become rich overnight.

The same was true of the Mountain Moving Taoist who inscribed the words; compared to others, he was especially fortunate. He found a magnificent site and unearthed countless ancient artifacts. Because of this site, he became a renowned Mountain Moving Taoist, but his greed and selfishness prevented him from revealing the location of the site.

However, one day, while exploring the ruins, he accidentally slipped and fell into a crack in the site.

Below the crack was a rushing underground river. After falling into the river, he drifted along the river for an unknown amount of time before finally drifting to the vicinity of the deep pit.

Just as he was about to fall, he mustered all his strength and nailed himself to the cliff face. Then, relying on his rock climbing skills, he swam to the city that had sunk to the bottom of the water.

However, his cultivation was ultimately limited, and he was unable to climb back up the cliff against the waterfall, thus becoming trapped here for the rest of his life.

But he was unwilling to accept his fate, so he began to search for food and survive in this dead city.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. Fish were often swept away by the surrounding water, and the wildly growing, glowing moss was clearly edible. These two things allowed him to survive in this water city.

He also found the city's tallest tower and planned to use the stone chamber at the top of the tower, which had not been flooded, as his dwelling.

However, it was atop this tower that the Mountain Moving Taoist saw something extraordinary.

On this tower, there are remnants of profound Taoist materials left behind by the "celestial beings" of the past.

"This place is filled with a lot of information about the celestial beings. I don't know much about most of it and can't understand it, but I can still study the general outline."

"According to the celestial beings, the world we inhabit is a coffin, which was forged by a celestial being. That celestial being was tragically murdered by his enemies, and his body was sealed inside the coffin. The coffin drifted through endless worlds, and over countless years, the celestial being inside eventually transformed into mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and all things in the universe, and gradually evolved into us."

"The Celestials are not the original inhabitants of this world. They came from another magnificent celestial shuttle and sought this place to avoid disaster. They attempted to study this coffin and see if they could make it their new home, which is why they moved here."

Upon reading this, Lin Jiang was astonished, and the young ginseng beside him exclaimed in surprise:

"A celestial shuttle from outer space! Immortals! There really are immortals in this world!"

"Am I considered an immortal...?"

Lin Jiang couldn't figure it out.

These extraterrestrial visitors were completely different from the "high-tech spaceships" he had imagined; they resembled traditional monks more.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of their appearance that the architectural style, which evolved from the beginning of the divine city to the Daxing period, is so close to the celestial atmosphere in Lin Jiang's mind.

This unique aesthetic, among other things, did not come out of thin air.

However, the celestial beings who descended on the celestial shuttle clearly possessed extraordinary supernatural powers.

They were able to build such a magnificent city-state beneath the rock strata; in terms of overall strength, it probably far surpassed Daxing and even the Divine City.

Lin Jiang composed himself and continued studying the text on the wall.

This mountain-moving Taoist discovered that the entire underground megacity was built for the study of the immortal in the coffin.

Similarly, people have also discovered this thing called calamity these days. They have begun to study it and have created many "bookstores" all over the world in order to interpret what this so-called calamity is.

This is one of the bookstores.

During their research in this area, they discovered calamity...

More like a soul.

But what kind of soul can be so powerful?
Even the celestial beings here cannot know.

However, according to the records at hand, they sent the message to the world's first bookstore, where these things were probably being researched.

"I know these materials are precious, but the underground springs are surging and flowing, and most of them have been eroded. Many of the texts have long been lost, and I can hardly understand their meaning. If we let them continue, I'm afraid not a single piece of information will remain."

“If I die, all information will be lost, and I feel that this is unacceptable.”

"I happened to have a rock climbing nail, which was extremely tough and strong enough to carve many words. From then on, I worked day and night to carve all the words on the wall."

"I only wish that future generations could see these things."

After reading these inscriptions, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

I never imagined that the perfectly round, empty hole I had seen before was actually a soul.

Lin Jiang looked around but didn't see the Mountain-Moving Taoist's body, wondering where he had gone. This Mountain-Moving Taoist was only after money, and accidentally got trapped in these mountains. He could have ignored these things, but unexpectedly, he ended up carving everything on the wall.

These traces do indeed prove that the Mountain-Moving Taoist once came to this world, and without him, Lin Jiang would probably still be unaware of many things.

Lin Jiang glanced sideways at King Qi:

"King Qi, are you aware of this matter?"

"I don't know." King Qi's expression was slightly subtle: "I did investigate this matter, but this is the first time I've seen such detailed information."

Lin Jiang focused his mind and looked inward again, arriving in front of the row of small golden figures.

At this moment, the little golden statuettes all stood with their heads bowed, looking exceptionally well-behaved, like children who had made a mistake and were obediently listening to a scolding.

"Are you the celestial beings described in the text?"

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's question, the young golden statuettes nodded.

Is the information in this document accurate?

The little golden figures nodded again, indicating that there was no falsehood in their agreement.

Lin Jiang raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples.

Although there were no such acupoints in the body seen in the internal vision illusion, this was just a habitual little movement he made when he was thinking.

Countless chaotic thoughts intertwined and were sorted out in his mind, eventually clearly extending into threads of time.

In the beginning, the immortals perished, and their bodies transformed into thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Subsequently, the little golden people descended to this world aboard a celestial shuttle, began to transform the world, and also discovered the approaching void.

Subsequently, the first person to reach the summit of the immortal mountain and consume the elixir of immortality was born.

This person consumed the elixir of immortality and became the first and only true immortal in the world.

Afterwards, the celestial beings disappeared without a trace, and the divine city was established there.

Next comes the founding years of the Daxing Dynasty, which Lin Jiang himself had experienced while shrouded in mist.

Now the question is...

What exactly happened to the celestial beings, and how did they disappear?
"Was it you who created the immortal who ascended to the Immortal Mountain?"

Lin Jiang pressed for an answer.

The little golden figures nodded weakly, their breaths barely audible, like children who had made a mistake.

"Did that immortal lose control after consuming the elixir?"

The little golden statue nodded silently once again.

"You became like this because of him?"

When Lin Jiang asked this question, the little golden statuettes exchanged glances and began to shake their heads firmly.

It wasn't because of that immortal.

In other words, the celestial beings originally had the ability to deal with that immortal, but what happened later caused them to completely disappear inside the coffin and turn into the large group of little golden men in front of us.

"Is that first bookstore located at the ends of the earth?"

The little golden figures nodded.

With his thoughts turning to this point, Lin Jiang roughly understood.

No wonder these little golden men insisted on sending me to the ends of the earth; they probably had already discovered something important by then.

It was probably because of this research data that they started their plan to create artificial immortals.

As it turns out, something happened in the middle that caused the whole plan to go wrong. The immortal who was ascending the mountain lost control, causing the entire plan by the celestial beings to fail.

It's just unknown what the celestial beings discovered back then.

……

Donkey Head's wrist jerked unconsciously, and the tea he was holding splashed onto the back of his hand, scalding it bright red.

Lady Miyin gently wiped the water from his wrist with her sleeve. She was clearly regaining her youth; her hair was much blacker than before, the wrinkles on her face had diminished, and the corners of her eyes, which had been relaxed, were slowly lifting, making them look like the eyes of a fox from afar.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"It's alright, it seems someone has touched something I left behind a long time ago."

Donkey Head put the teacup aside, turned his head slightly, and the withered donkey head hood drooped down to the side of his face, his pair of empty eye sockets staring blankly into the distance.

After staring for a long time, he turned around and asked:

"Have you found the centrifugal light?"

"The woman was trying to shake off her pursuers and was heading towards the battlefield."

"The battlefield of the previous dynasty? She's really grasping at straws. That place isn't something you can just enter easily."

Donkey Head muttered to himself, refilled his cup of tea, and poured it down his throat through the gap in the donkey head hood.

A warmth welled up in his sunken eyes. After a long silence, he managed to utter a single word:

"hot."

(End of this chapter)