Chapter two hundred and sixty-five Emperor Qin, for mortals to open the ancestral scriptures
"this?"
"this?"
He was completely intoxicated by this incredible and magical picture and shouted: "It's all true! It's all true!
They are actually chickens from a farm!"
Huang Mingshan's life ushered in an unprecedented turning point during this period.
First, he came into contact with a group of chickens from another world on the Internet, and then by helping them, he actually came into contact with the extraordinary and entered an unknown dimension.
"This is not the underworld of Kyushu. I haven't seen that Meng Po. It should be a transition..."
"So, this is the underworld of the ancient earth?"
"Is this an ancient transit point for stargazing?"
Huang Mingshan looked at the ancient buildings. There was a huge broken fragment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation above it, slowly rotating like a crescent moon.
He has basically made up his mind.
The structure here is similar to the Huangquan sect in Kyushu.
The immortals on the earth discovered this soul space, and gradually formed various legends of ascension and Qi refiners. Here they studied the "Spiritual Binding Method" of the ancient Huangquan book here, as well as various residual immortal methods of the Huangquan Sect, and longed for it.
Toward immortality.
Huang Mingshan even saw the tombstones left by great figures in history.
Emperor Qin, Ge Hong, Zhang Sanfeng, Lu Dongbin... They left tombstones here one after another, expressing their experiences in studying the spirit-binding method and their lifelong efforts.
The first tombstone reads:
"In the thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor of Qin, a meteorite fell from the sky on the outskirts of Xianyang City. I ordered the alchemists to study it..."
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"The exotic fairyland of Kyushu? Can you get immortality? Is this a fragment of the Huangquan Sect? What is the spirit-binding method? What about cultivating spiritual roots? I tested the spiritual roots with the Sansheng Stone. I was ordered by the emperor, but I am not a practitioner.
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"I don't have the qualifications to practice, and I have killed countless people and let them come here, but they have no spiritual roots. At this point, I found that no one in Great Qin can practice!"
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"I have confirmed that the people of Da Qin are not the people of Jiuzhou. We were born in a place without spiritual energy, and we have no spiritual roots to practice. The flow of water, fire, wind, thunder, sword body and sword body can only be produced in the place where spiritual energy gathers.
The cultivation physique.”
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"We human beings in the secular world, in a land without spiritual energy, have mixed spiritual roots."
This is the very beginning of the inscription.
Huang Mingshan next saw that a generation of heroes, the First Emperor, began to pursue immortality by any means necessary.
"I have unified the world, so how can I not develop immortality? Since I can't practice it, I will force it to practice. I want to open an ancestral scripture so that we mortals can practice immortality!"
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It's a pity that I kept reading and invited countless alchemists to study the "Spirit-Absorbing Method" and seek the way to become an immortal based on the above, but ultimately failed.
Emperor Qin died suddenly and turned into his soul.
After living in the underworld for a while, the soul also reached the end of its life and died.
"Surprisingly, the legend of the underworld began with the fall of a meteorite from the Qin Dynasty!"
For Huang Mingshan, this is undoubtedly extremely shocking.
There are ancient monuments everywhere here, writing the majesty and magnificence of human history.
After that, he walked on top of each tombstone.
There are geniuses from many eras who have practiced immortality, and emperors of various dynasties have accidentally found a way to enter. After death, their souls have entered this mysterious space through various methods, which is called ascension.
Moreover, they followed the path of the "First Emperor's Ancestral Scripture", hoping to open up a future.
They even established Buddhist temples, Taoist palaces and other forces, forming various schools to compete, argue and communicate.
There was a time when hundreds of schools of thought contended here.
"These ruins in front of me...alas!"
Huang Mingshan sighed.
Along the way, he watched people who pursued immortality leave inscriptions here one after another, and the situation gradually became worse.
"The spiritual energy is exhausted, and the number of spirits entering the underworld is gradually decreasing."
"The native land will never have aura."
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Sections of text appear.
In the end, he was able to see the last person after studying the life-long experience left by that person.
Wang Yangming: "The spiritual energy is exhausted, the underworld is closed, and there will never be a day to reopen. I am the last one, alone and waiting to die here. However, by collecting the wisdom of the great men of the past, we have gradually developed the ancestral scriptures for mortal practice."
"It's a pity that the law is useless. There is no spiritual energy in the world. We all have wisdom and talents that are all over the world, but it is difficult to step into the gate of immortality. Wow! All the heroes have died, how sad it is!"
After the last stone tablet, there are no more footprints.
Along the way, it is like a corridor of human history, filled with countless words, filled with the blood of outstanding figures from all past generations. This is the only favor they can leave for future generations.
The ancestral scriptures of mortals!
Life is so short, but these former human beings have always yearned for the starry sky, looking at it for a long time, stepping out of the cradle of life.
They succeeded and they failed.
Looking at the traces left by this ancient man, Huang Mingshan couldn't help but sigh all the way.
He was saddened by the fact that the ancients who had witnessed thousands of years ago could not open the gate to immortality again and again. They longed to live until humans could truly enter the mysterious fairyland of Kyushu and move towards eternity.
They did not hesitate to rush forward and follow each other, flying moths to the flames.
"This is all their hard work...the pursuit of dreams by seekers!" He looked carefully at the ancestral scripture, which was opened by humans on earth for the spiritual roots of ordinary people.
The great power of the times and the essence of every generation are all gathered here.
He clasped his hands together, bowed to the ground, and bowed slowly to these heroes of the past generations.
"I will memorize this ancestral scripture."
"All the great sages used their lives to build a future that belongs to us mortals."
"Although you are no longer allowed to practice at that time and cannot be confirmed, I will enter the Nine Provinces and I will be confirmed."
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He carefully left this earth's underworld.
I started to walk to the end of the bridge and touched the broken "Sansheng Stone" fragments on the underworld side with my hands.
Two destiny numbers slowly appeared.
[Purple Strategies] (Purple): The one-in-a-million genius.
[Hongfu Qitian] (Purple): The lucky path of one in a million.
"It's just average. He can be regarded as the top of the secular world without the spiritual roots to practice. He still can't practice traditional skills."
Huang Mingshan shook his head and glanced at the vortex at the other end:
"If I walked over there, I should have entered the real Jiuzhou Huangquan Sect, the first broken magic gate described by a white-feathered chicken."
But he was in no hurry to go.
Many things require long-term planning.
Being reckless is not his style, and anyone with a brain would not be so careless.
"First of all, I am alone now. Even if I look for help, I can't find many. After all, I entered through special channels. How can there be so many Nascent Soul Stage monks committing suicide?"
A Nascent Soul stage has to commit suicide to save one person. The price is too high.
If he is not heartbroken, the White Feather Chicken family will be heartbroken too.
There are many of them, but they are not really afraid of death.
"I can only go there by myself, open up remote areas, develop other worlds, and cultivate immortality..."
His eyes were bright and he was looking forward to a new life.
"A large population can only wait silently for Mrs. Meng to continue to open roads one by one. I don't know at which level the human road will be opened?"
"It may take several years for humanity to open up, and then there will be a large-scale human population."
"At that time, I also have to prepare in advance, otherwise society will be in chaos. Maybe I can use a game as a cover-up."
"I am the operator of the game. Maybe I can name it "Underworld Ghost", 100% real-life experience, hard-core brick-and-mortar, with an average of more than ten deaths per person?"
He really didn't have any artistic talent for naming, so he just picked one at random.
"Well, after all, the white-feathered chickens have died so many times. If we go in, with their level of seeking death, they will definitely die a lot!"
"But it's still too far. I came in through informal channels. They probably have to go through several waves of animal ways before they can come in, right?"
He didn't believe that humans were so lucky that they would be the next batch. The probability was too small.
"So, how do you explain the first few batches of "Underworld"? Well, I guess we can give the first few batches a closed beta test. By then, after the players come in, they just feel that this game is so real, and there are also the differences from the previous batches.
World creatures will be beta players.”
"Well, if you think about it this way, I am the second beta player, and after they come in, it will be the fourth and fifth public beta. I, the second beta player, pretend to be a newbie, pretending to be the first batch of humans who came in with them, and manipulate them!
As a game operator, create a fake identity and cut them off!"
He kept thinking.
A development plan gradually emerged in front of my eyes.
He is an extremely far-sighted person. Before entering, he began to plan his future steps through various information from White Feather Chicken.
He finally sighed and slowly bowed to these tombstones:
"In this way, we can live up to the hard work of these human ancestors. This time, we, the secular world, can truly set foot in the world of Kyushu and move towards eternal life!"
"Senior, the general trend of the times has begun here."
He bent down, his face full of piety and his eyes bright.
"He, the sage of Jingzhou, opened up an era."
"When I am here, I will also start an era."
He is not arrogant, but confident.
At the same time, he looked a little weird and carefully summarized his situation.
I am like the protagonist in a novel. I travel through a different world and find myself in the secular world. I find a passage to the world of Kyushu. Then I build a game to trick players into cutting leeks? Help me attack the different world?
On the surface, he is the number one player in the game, but behind the scenes, he is the game operator. He is just a behind-the-scenes figure!
well!
How could he be so lucky, to have inherited the ancestral scriptures from the ancestors of the earth, and to be the first to enter there... I guess it was the fault of his great fortune, Qi Tian.
After thinking about it, he began to step forward and entered the tunnel, truly stepping into the world of Kyushu.
"After I pass, I will pass not with my true body, but with a blank slate... My fate cannot be brought with me... Po Meng will give me two new random fates."
As a result, my two seemingly good fortunes can only be used in reality.
In reality, I am indeed a genius who keeps jumping up and down the ranks, and I am extremely lucky. I was born into a wealthy capitalist family.
Wisdom, talent, appearance, all aspects stand at the top of society. He was born among the best, so his life before was very boring.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if I lose my destiny, life is too boring. I wonder what destiny I will get in this reincarnation?"
