Simultaneous Transmigration: Inheriting the Legacy of Myriad Worlds

Chapter 210 Heaven and Earth as the Game, Dragon Veins as the Sacrifice

The three entered the dog hole... the robber's hole that Duan De had dug.

At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After traveling several dozen miles, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

What appeared before them was an ancient underground city covering more than ten thousand miles. It should have been magnificent and bustling with people, but now only ruins remained.

Moss covered the stone bricks, weeds grew rampant, and small animals roamed among them, forming a primitive ruin.

"You unearthed such a large ancient city?" Qin Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

"It was suppressed into the earth by someone with great supernatural powers, and since then it has become an underground ruin. It was always here, I just opened up the passage."

Duan De: "In the past, it was the capital of Zhenming Kingdom."

"Zhenming Ancient Capital? I've heard of that name before. Is it the country founded by the Zhenming King?" Qin Sheng examined the ancient ruins.

"Correct."

Qin Sheng and Xiao Nannan traveled around Zhongzhou and learned a lot about local legends.

The Big Dipper covers the five regions, and passersby are everywhere. If you want to know something, just go to a crowded place, and you can't go wrong.

Fifty thousand years ago, two unparalleled kings emerged in the Central Plains, sweeping across the world. They were also close friends. One was called King Jinglong, and the other was King Zhenming.

The latter is even said to have already stepped halfway into the realm of ancient sages.

This kind of person can already be called a semi-saint.

The Half-Saint realm is not a separate level of the Sendai Secret Realm, but rather a transitional realm.

The difference between the Immortal 3rd generation and the Immortal 4th generation is like heaven and earth. They seem to be only one step apart.

Some people, after becoming Great Masters, continue to strive to climb higher. Although they still cannot enter the Saint Realm after going through countless hardships, they still gain something and take a step forward. These are called Half-Saints.

There is a sacred barrier between saints and those below the saint level, which can restrict combat power.

A fully accomplished king, as long as he does not possess divine prohibitions, will almost certainly be unable to defeat a saint, even a saint with zero prohibitions who only exists in theory.

However, if one is a half-saint and has high restrictions, then under normal circumstances one has the qualifications to contend with a saint, since a half-saint is still a saint and is ultimately tainted by the laws of the saintly path.

Therefore, a demigod is extremely terrifying, possessing an absolute advantage in strength against a king.

However, not everyone needs to go through the semi-saint stage; it all depends on individual circumstances.

If one has the ability to leap from the Great Completion King realm to become a Saint directly, that would naturally be the best outcome.

"After becoming a semi-saint, King Zhenming wanted to establish his own ancient kingdom."

As Duan De led the two through the ancient ruins, he said:
"This is the capital he chose. During his lifetime, the ancient kingdom of Zhenming was adorned with flowers and flourished like oil on a hot fire."

"Unfortunately, not long after the founding of the kingdom, King Zhenming died suddenly and mysteriously, and his close friend King Jinglong also left Zhenming Kingdom and disappeared without a trace."

"This power declined rapidly as a result, and eventually the ancient kingdom collapsed. After 50,000 years, the capital city has become like this."

The nine ancient kingdoms of Zhongzhou ruled over boundless territories, their foundations unfathomable. For newcomers to stand alongside them was no easy task.

In the cultivation world, if you lack the strength but desire more resources and status, the outcome will certainly not be good.

"A demigod died suddenly and mysteriously?" Qin Sheng was slightly surprised.

"Could he have been killed by a sage?"

"How would I know? I'm not from that era," Duan De shook his head.

"But logically speaking, a half-saint is not qualified to establish an ancient kingdom. After he passes away naturally, his power will naturally disintegrate, and the other forces in the Central Continent will not need to use their resources."

"You're right."

There is no emperor in the world. Once the foundation of each family is revealed, they basically have no chance to remain in power and can only wait to die of old age.

Unless faced with a life-or-death situation, those forces would never reveal their true strength, let alone confront a half-saint.

I'm not that free.

This is why, in the original storyline, when the ancient races emerged, the various holy lands did not unseal their hidden secrets.

"So, you've discovered the tomb of Zhenming King, a semi-saint?" Qin Sheng asked.

"It should be," Duan De nodded.

“After the collapse of Zhenming Ancient Capital, it was visited again and again until it sank underground, but the tomb of the half-saint has never appeared. The one I found is very much in line with the majesty of the half-saint.”

"You've discovered something that cultivators in the Central Plains haven't found in tens of thousands of years, and you've already made a discovery in just a few days," Qin Sheng remarked.

That's what you call professional; you can't argue with that.

Even though Duan lost his memory and his cultivation, he still reigned supreme in the Tomb Realm.

"If I hadn't met you, you bastard, I would have gained more and been in a better mood," Duan De said, clearly annoyed.

"Also, this is only a semi-saint's tomb, and his weapon has long been shattered, so don't expect to get anything like the Yin-Yang Fish this time."

"Make this clear beforehand, otherwise you'll accuse me of looting the tomb's treasures in advance and try to blackmail me."

What kind of person do you take me for?

Qin Sheng felt a little disappointed; the fat guy had really thought things through.

"Fifty thousand years ago, it was also an era of great difficulty for those who could cultivate to the level of a half-saint. They were truly extraordinary talents," Qin Sheng remarked.

"Such a life was born at the wrong time. If he had been born 50,000 years later, becoming a saint would probably have been no problem."

Throughout the many eras of the universe, there have been far too many people who were born at the wrong time.

One emperor in one era, a rule that has lasted for ten thousand years, has influenced countless people and caused many peerless geniuses to die with regrets.

This is no longer a problem that talent can solve. Throughout history, only Ye Fan has ever managed to defy the heavens and prove his Dao under the suppression of the Great Emperor's Dao, thus becoming a Great Emperor.

Even the Immortal Phoenix, the Undying Emperor, had to seal itself away and could only emerge to prove its Dao after the Emperor's Great Dao dissipated.

The ruins of Zhenming were desolate, with no human presence except for weeds and small animals.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and this place has been turned over and over again countless times. No one would come here again.

The little girl hopped and skipped on the pebbles like a little elf.

The three eventually arrived at a wasteland. It was an ordinary place with no ruins of buildings, only three withered trees standing in a triangle.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

There were several crows in the tree, making unpleasant cries. Qin Sheng observed them carefully but found nothing unusual.

Where is the grave?

"If you could tell, this place would have been exposed long ago." Duan De was very proud, feeling a sense of satisfaction from technical superiority.

He took out a jade bottle containing an unknown black liquid, and then splashed it onto the three withered trees and the crows.

The next second, something magical happened: the crows melted away and merged with the withered tree.

Then the dead tree decayed and died, and three pits appeared on the ground. Soon after, new buds sprouted and the saplings grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, three vibrant ancient trees appeared before Qin Sheng.

Duan De began to sketch on the ancient tree with his golden knife, carving out three Daoist diagrams. During this process, sap seeped from the tree trunk, which he collected.

Qin Sheng watched these scenes unfold, not understanding them, but feeling a sense of awe.

"Let's go open the tomb."

Duan De took the tree sap and nine leaves and left first, heading straight for the outside of the Zhenming ruins.

"So the tomb of the Half-Saint wasn't in the city?"

"Of course, otherwise how could it have been preserved?"

Finally, they arrived at an area 90,000 miles outside the ruins, where there were continuous mountain ranges, like a reclining dragon or a crouching tiger.

On the ninth mountain, there is a stone wall covered with vines. At this moment, nine fluorescent indentations appeared on the stone wall, and their shapes were exactly the same as the leaves that Duan De picked from the ancient tree.

“There are many ancestral veins underground in Zhongzhou. This is a dragon vein. Zhenming Ancient Capital is the dragon's tail, and this place is the dragon's head. The two echo each other.”

Duan De sighed, "Unfortunately, this dragon vein is not only a 'hidden dragon,' but it is also dead."

"Using the dragon vein to hide their tomb and set up barriers?" Qin Sheng pondered.

Duan De applied the ancient tree sap to the nine dents, saying, "This is Dragon's Essence. Drip it into the dragon's head, and it will restore a trace of its vitality."

Then, the nine leaves were imprinted into the indentation one by one, fitting perfectly, and the entire stone wall began to glow. "These are Dragon Qi Leaves, the food of the dragon's head. The order of using Dragon Essence and Dragon Qi Leaves cannot be reversed. The dragon's head must be restored to a trace of vitality before it can enjoy the offering."

They are truly professional.

Qin Sheng couldn't help but give Duan De a thumbs up.

Then Duan De took out a mirror with a red wooden frame and said:

“Doing all this is not enough. To enter the tomb, you need to have the key, which we don’t have, so we have to take other measures.”

Under Duan De's urging, the wooden mirror suddenly shone brightly, and the stone wall in the mirror suddenly distorted, revealing a black vortex.

But the actual stone wall remains unchanged.

"This is a forbidden artifact that can distort Yin and Yang and connect the two realms."

The so-called forbidden artifacts mostly refer to special objects that are only used once, or that are either extremely powerful or have strange effects.

Snapped!
Duan De slammed the wooden mirror against the stone wall, and the vortex inside became a tangible reality, revealing an entrance.

"The tomb door is open, hurry up and go in." Duan Degang was about to rush over, but Qin Sheng grabbed his arm.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm a bit timid. Let's act together and get closer."

Duan De: "..."

Where is the trust between people?
"Fine," Duan De said through gritted teeth.

The three stepped out, passing through the black entrance. The vortex then rapidly shrank and disappeared.

The stone wall returned to its normal appearance, and the nine leaves turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

Qin Sheng felt a momentary disorientation, and when the scenery reappeared before his eyes, they had arrived in another world.

"here……"

"I don't like it here," the little girl said, hugging Qin Sheng tightly.

She wasn't afraid, she just disliked the environment.

The small world before them was thousands of miles in size and was divided into nine regions.

There are volcanoes, snowfields, large lakes, and forests...

But the volcano has dried up, and black snowflakes drift across the snowfield.

The lake is nearly dry, with only the bottom layer of water remaining; the mountains and forests are completely barren, without a trace of green.

At the very heart of these eight areas stands a pyramid-like structure, built from blood-red stones.

What's most unsettling is the pervasive aura of death. Starting from the edge of the small world, the space shatters inch by inch, and the black void is incredibly clear.

This world is on the verge of destruction; everything is about to end.

"This doesn't look like a sage's private sanctuary."

After examining it carefully, Duan De suddenly said with some surprise:
"That's right, this place was not created by humans, but was formed by the natural world."

In the universe of Shrouding the Heavens, besides the main universe, there are also many smaller worlds and secret realms attached to it.

These alternate dimensions range in size from hundreds of miles to countless sizes.

Generally speaking, the naturally formed subsidiary worlds of the larger universe are more wondrous than man-made worlds, and they are more likely to give birth to unique and precious opportunities and creations.

“The Half-Saint Zhenming discovered this place 50,000 years ago and transformed it into a tomb. He should have already taken the treasures of that small world,” Duan De said with some regret.

Qin Sheng glanced at him and said, "You can't fool me with words like that. Don't even think about monopolizing any opportunities."

Duan De's face stiffened. Could you please stop trying to figure me out with such a petty mind?

Qin Sheng and his group are now standing in the volcanic area. His gaze sweeps across the world, his eyes like torches, seeing through all secrets.

A moment later, a look of surprise appeared on Qin Sheng's face.

"The destruction here is not a natural cycle, but a result of human intervention. Someone manipulated the terrain, extracting the essence of heaven and earth and concentrating it into a single point, which led to the destruction of the world."

“We are on fire ground, and over there is wood ground... all life is lost, I understand.”

“Each place here will nurture a local deity, and eventually, with the eight local deities and eight local gods as offerings, a king of gods will be nurtured.”

Qin Sheng's gaze fell upon the blood-red pyramid; the "King of Gods" must be inside it.

Duan De nodded, his judgment was certainly not bad, and said:

"Now it seems that the hidden dragon vein outside died because of the Eight Gods. The dragon vein's divine essence was extracted and gathered here to nourish the earth and the spirit."

"No, it's not just the dragon vein." Qin Sheng suddenly realized something and was startled.

"With the destruction of the ancient capital of Zhenming and the fall of countless lives, their life force and life essence probably flowed silently from the dragon's tail to its head and were completely swallowed up by the Eight Gods."

"By harnessing the lives of living beings, the lifeblood of dragons, and the lifeblood of heaven and earth, we will nurture the 'God King'!"

This is a grand scheme, encompassing heaven, earth, and humanity.

"That's quite a generous gesture," Duan De exclaimed.

"Who do you think did this?"

"There is no other possibility besides Zhenming, the Half-Saint."

Only that semi-saint who roamed the Central Plains had the ability to set up this scheme here.

Qin Sheng gazed at the blood-red pyramid and said softly:
"I just don't know if Zhenming, the half-saint, succeeded in his sacrifice to the God King."

Duan De pondered carefully, and finally shook his head, "He probably wants to use this plan to break through the barrier of sainthood and truly become a saint and ancestor."

"If he had succeeded, it would have been recorded in ancient history, and Zhenming Kingdom would not have met such an end."

"That's true." Qin Sheng nodded.

"Let's go check if the Eight Earth Gods are still here. They are both the offerings and the guardians of this place."

Duan De took the lead and left, "Moreover, the Dao patterns and formations here are divided into eight, each independent yet integrated, and the eight local deities are the core and eye of the formation."

"If they are still there, we must deal with them first, otherwise, if the eight formations are combined into one without any loopholes, the danger will be immeasurable."

Those are fierce gods nurtured by a small world, a dragon vein, and countless living beings; their strength must be considerable.

The area engulfed by the fire was a hundred miles in size, with its edges isolated by a magic array, making it different from other areas. The three of them quickly searched the entire area.

Finally, in a volcano, they saw a fire god.

It has six arms: a pair of human hands, a tiger's paw, and an eagle's claw; and three heads: a human head in the middle, and tiger and eagle heads on the left and right.

Its entire body is composed of lava; though it is called a god of power, it is more like a monster.

Gods have never been seen since ancient times. Like immortals, they never descend to earth. The gods in various secret techniques, grand formations, and mystical sects are merely self-proclaimed.

"Immortal Qin, it's your turn to take the stage."

Qin Sheng ignored Duan De and instead asked the little girl first.

"Nannan, is there anything special here?"

The little girl's big eyes darted around, and after a moment she said:

"There's nothing left except this huge monster."

"That's good." Qin Sheng was relieved.

He made a slight probing move, and the God of Fire immediately awoke from his slumber, unleashing a tremendous burst of power.

"Great power!" Duan De exclaimed, immediately shrinking behind Qin Sheng.

The powerful being was very strong, but Qin Sheng frowned.

"That shouldn't be the case. With such a large-scale operation, it's impossible that it only nurtured powerful Earth Gods. And how could Earth Gods of this level possibly refine the elixir of sainthood?"

Could it be that the Earth God has already been harvested once, and this is a newborn god?
call!
This volcano, which had been dormant, suddenly erupted, spewing forth flames and lava with overwhelming force, its power overwhelming all directions.

The next second, black and gold light flowed, and supreme power burst forth. The God of Fire was directly suppressed back at an even faster speed than when it came out.

Did I let you out?

He single-handedly suppressed the gods, a true manifestation of the beginningless past.

(End of this chapter)