From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Song Lingjia, who was knocking on the door outside, looked at the spiritual light rising into the sky, his expression changed slightly, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned and left.

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Although he was extremely anxious at the moment, Shen Qing still maintained great restraint.

She couldn't just rush to the coffin opening scene. This was a live broadcast and there were countless eyes watching. If she forced her way in and interfered, it could lead to extremely serious consequences.

By that time, under pressure from public opinion, the General Administration of Psychic Power would most likely take action against her even if they didn't want to.

This kind of instability is undoubtedly a huge trouble for a country in a stable state. Even if it is just to show its attitude, the General Administration of Psychic Power will definitely take action against her.

Shen Qing does not have the capital to come into conflict with the General Administration of Psychic Power at the moment, so there is no need to create unnecessary trouble.

The loud roar of the sound barrier being torn apart echoed over Yunhai City, leaving a cloud mark in the sky, like a fighter plane passing by, but did not attract much attention.

Shen Qing once again stepped into the branch.

This time, there were much fewer people in the branch, with only one descendant of God guarding it, who was Feng Muyu whom he had met before.

"What can I do for you, Senior?"

Feng Muyu has obviously not been awakened for very long, and his cultivation is only at the middle stage of the Ningyuan Realm. He is still a long way from the Gangsha Realm. He seems a little restrained in front of Shen Qing.

"Please stop excavating the ancient imperial tomb outside Luzhou City immediately."

Shen Qing got straight to the point and explained succinctly: "That is the resting place of an old friend of mine. I don't want her to be disturbed. This is very important to me."

"Easy to say."

Hearing this, Feng Muyu agreed without any hesitation.

He could sense the urgency in Shen Qing's words, so he immediately turned around and contacted the archaeological team through the highest authority of the Psychic Energy Administration.

One minute later, the live broadcast was shut down and the archaeological excavation process was temporarily suspended.

There have been individual cases in the past where archaeological excavations have uncovered the bodies of deceased practitioners, and the General Administration of Psychic Energy has also issued clear regulations on this.

Practitioners are the most important, and the rest are secondary.

One or two ancient tombs are not of great value if there is no secret realm. Only ordinary people are interested in recovering the ancient history. For the descendants of gods, their inherited memory already carries a lot of memories.

Through these memories, they have gained some understanding of the ancient era of cultivation. Whether or not they need to know the history of the past is actually not that important.

Things that have been buried in the dust of history, even if they are dug out again, are just two more stories, which are far less real than the cultivation resources in front of us.

"Thank you."

After receiving a positive answer, Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and immediately prepared to set off for the ancient imperial tomb.

Suspending excavation is only the first step, she also needs to go to the site to confirm it in person.

"Wait a moment, senior. You are not under official jurisdiction. If you cross the border, you may cause misunderstandings with the local descendants of gods. I will go with you."

Feng Muyu was very thoughtful. He called Shen Qing and then sent an application letter to the General Administration of Psychic Energy. After receiving a reply, he immediately prepared to leave.

"Thank you."

Shen Qing nodded and thanked him.

After leaving the branch gate, Feng Muyu summoned a magic weapon and was about to set off when Shen Qing grabbed his shoulder.

"I'm in a hurry, walk faster."

Although the Ningyuan Realm can control instruments, its speed is still far behind that of the Gangsha Realm.

Before Feng Muyu could come to his senses, Shen Qing had already lifted his body up with his internal energy, stepped into the air, and headed straight for Luzhou.

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In a moment, the two had arrived at the excavation site outside Luzhou City.

When he landed, Feng Muyu's legs were still a little weak.

The archaeological site was noisy and bustling. Policemen who had arrived temporarily could be seen, as well as an old man wearing a black battle suit with a sword tattooed on his chest.

He is very old and is obviously a cultivator rather than a descendant of a god. His cultivation is not weak and he has reached the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm.

"Why are we not allowing excavation? What a huge progress this is! This is a major discovery that can fill a historical gap!"

"The empress who founded the new dynasty ended the dynasty's rule in one fell swoop and was willing to share power with the people. What a huge historical change this is? Now you want us to stop?!"

The elderly professor stood in front of the old man, spitting and full of anger. Behind him was a group of archaeological workers, all with angry looks on their faces.

They all enter the field of archaeology with a special sense of mission. They exist to complete human history. In their eyes, the obstruction of the General Administration of Psionic Power is an attempt to stop the progress of mankind.

Without learning lessons from past history, humanity cannot achieve true growth.

The reason why there are gaps in history must be that there have been major disasters that human power could not resist. Discovering these disasters and gaining valuable experience from them is the real meaning of archaeology.

The old man looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear to the complaints of the professors and archaeologists, like an old tree, unmoved by wind and rain. Only after he caught a glimpse of Shen Qing and Feng Muyu did he move and walked over quickly.

"Mu Yu."

Obviously, the old man was very familiar with Feng Muyu. He greeted him directly and then looked at Shen Qing beside him.

"Uncle Yun, this is Senior December whom I mentioned in my previous report to the General Administration. Like you, he is an ancient cultivator." Feng Muyu made a brief introduction.

"Yun Zangfeng greets fellow Daoist." The old man's face became serious and he spoke with a hint of respect.

In this era, those who can step into the Gangsha realm by their own strength are all rare geniuses and evildoers. In ancient times, they must have been powerful people in the starry sky, and even became great sages.

It’s a pity that he is limited by the world. Otherwise, in Yun Zangfeng’s opinion, he might not be able to establish a relationship with such a person.

"You're welcome, can I go over and take a look?"

Shen Qing's eyes were fixed on the coffin in the grave, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

"Please come in, fellow Taoist." Yun Zangfeng made way.

Shen Qing walked slowly to the coffin room, her heart surging with emotions. Only when she arrived here did she finally confirm her judgment with her own eyes.

This mausoleum is undoubtedly Zhao Yu's tomb, and lying next to Zhao Yu is her former body.

And the rest of the corpses in this tomb are most likely the bodies of the Shen family.

Looking at Zhao Yu's corpse, Shen Qing's eyes were filled with unquenchable sorrow. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the corpse's cheek. This action made a group of professors in the distance jump to their feet.

Feng Muyu narrowed his eyes slightly, with doubts in his eyes.

After all, the power of time is something that no living being can resist. Now Shen Qing is still alive in this way, but Zhao Yu has already embarked on the path of reincarnation.

Shen Qing had never had such complicated emotions as she did at this moment. When she left that era, she had never had such a clear feeling.

She always had some illusion that without her, Zhao Yu would still live well in this world, eating, sleeping, practicing martial arts, and then meeting a group of new people and gradually forgetting her.

After all, a mere ten years is too insignificant for a practitioner. With the passage of time, Zhao Yu will eventually forget about it.

No matter which life it was, Shen Qing left first. This seemed to be the first time she tasted the pain of losing someone close to her.

Shen Qing had no way of verifying whether Zhao Yu's feelings when she learned of her death were the same as she felt now.

After a long silence, Shen Qing's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and looked at the archaeological team not far away: "Where is the brocade book next to the headrest?"

There were no burial objects in the coffin, but there was only a brocade book, which must have contained extremely important content.

Under Yun Zangfeng's urging, a professor reluctantly took out the brocade book sealed in the bag.

"We have already seen this. It uses an unknown script. It looks simple, but it is not recorded in history..."

Amid the professor's muttering, Shen Qing snatched the brocade book and tore open the bag. Seeing such a rough action made the people around him feel distressed.

Looking at the slightly sloppy simplified Chinese characters on the brocade book, Shen Qing felt like he had found a treasure and couldn't wait to turn the pages one by one.

In this world, apart from her, there will be no one else who can understand the contents of this brocade book, just like the letter she left for Zhao Yu.

This is a diary that spans more than two thousand years. The moment Shen Qing opened it, he almost felt a sense of time and space confusion.

[Xin Dynasty Year Three, July 3, sunny]

[Ah Qing has been in Longquan Secret Realm for a month and hasn't come back yet. She seems to like playing with those spirit beasts. I don't know what's so cute about those big guys.]

[It would be nice if I could raise one in the palace...]

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[Xin Dynasty Year 3, July 19, Rain]

[Ah Qing finally came back, and as soon as she came back she urged me to practice martial arts. It was clear that no matter how hard I practiced, I could never catch up with her.]

[Maybe... she doesn't want me to die early, hehe. ]

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[Xin Dynasty Year 5, August 10, sunny]

[Ah Qing’s birthday will be coming up soon. What should I give her as a gift?]

[It felt like she didn't want anything, except to urge me to practice, as if I couldn't practice anymore.]

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[Xin Dynasty Year 5, August 13, sunny]

[It's so annoying. When the emperor spends some money, he has to be controlled by several ministers. He can't even buy some fireworks. 】

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[The fourth day of the first month in the seventh year of the Xin Dynasty]

[This winter is so cold, many people have frozen to death in the north, Ah Qing, are you cold over there? I often dream about you, wake up in the middle of the night, the bed is always cold, and I can't sleep well. ]

[Fu Chan came today and told me that there is a way to achieve immortality in Southern Xinjiang, but I don’t want to go. What’s the point of immortality? ]

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[Xin Dynasty 13th year, February 6th]

[Ah Qing, someone scolded me again today, saying that my temper is getting worse and worse. Hao Yun also sided with them and didn't speak up for me at all. Fake is fake after all.]

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