PFC Chapter 1000 Immortal Burial in Immortal Mausoleum
Chapter 1000 Immortal Burial in Immortal Mausoleum
Chapter 1000 Immortal Burial in Immortal Mausoleum
The northern region is boundless and rich in mineral resources.
The source area outside the Primordial Ancient Mine was divided and occupied by various forces, becoming one of the fixed sources of resources. Mining requires a large number of people, but on the surface, there are no beautiful flowers or bustling crowds here.
The entire land was desolate, with red soil and reddish-brown rocks as far as the eye could see.
"This year's ore quota has increased by 20%. Starting tomorrow, everyone needs to work harder and no slacking off is allowed. Send people down to the mines every day to look for new ore!"
"My lord! We are alright, but mortals need rest! This sudden increase of twenty percent..." An old cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm tried to buy some opportunities for his fellow miners.
"Why do you sleep so long every day?! Sleeping too long is bad for the health of mortals! Everyone, be smarter. The Holy Land Ancestor has successfully extended his life, so it's time to continue using the Source."
"Work hard, and I don't think I'll treat you badly in the future!"
The overseer monk left after issuing a reprimand and warning, completely ignoring the despair in the eyes of the source gatherers.
After he walked away, bitterness appeared on the faces of the already numb miners, whether they were cultivators or ordinary miners.
Mining the source is one thing, it only requires physical exertion, but once you enter the mine, it becomes extremely dangerous. Who knows what ancient evil spirits are buried in the source mine? If you're unlucky, not only mortals, but even powerful cultivators will have difficulty surviving.
In this source region, very few people can live for more than ten years, and even fewer return to the Southern Region with a large amount of gold coins.
"I quit!"
A young cultivator threw down his iron pickaxe as if venting his anger, but then, thinking of his talented younger sister in the family who needed resources to cultivate, he picked it up again with a conflicted feeling.
It's not that no one really intended to quit and wanted to switch to another mining area or go home, but as soon as they got to the entrance of the mine, they were turned back because they said they hadn't served enough years, or that the payment for their wages hadn't arrived yet, and they were simply blocked from leaving.
"The accident at the fifteenth mining area of Yaoguang Holy Land killed a lot of people. Now they're not only making us increase our mining output, but also forbidding us from leaving the mine. They're clearly trying to kill us!"
"If this continues, let alone ten years, we'll be scrapped here in less than three years."
"I want to go back to the Southern Region. My family told me that in recent years, a certain Zhetian Chamber of Commerce has been recruiting a lot of people to mine. Both cultivators and mortals are needed. Although it is a bit tiring, the pay is quite good."
"Isn't that what these bastards all said when they tricked people into coming here?"
“I know, it really is different. My sister went to work for the Chamber of Commerce. She wrote to me not long ago to tell me that after she officially joined the company, she opened up the Sea of Suffering and became a cultivator. She was thirty years old and was originally just an ordinary person!”
"So amazing?!"
"That place is very precious. As soon as you enter, they will offer you a cup of Enlightenment Tea."
For a time, even the cultivators at the Dao Palace level who gathered resources were tempted. They had lived in the mining area for a long time and knew very little about the outside world. After completing their daily tasks, they would just eat and rest and had no interest in finding out what was going on.
After someone started talking, the newcomer who had gathered resources also shared the information he had learned before coming in. It was rumored that the life-extending medicines of those ancestors also came from the Shrouding the Sky Merchant Guild.
“No. Rather than staying here and being exploited, it’s better to get out as soon as possible. Even if the Zhetian Chamber of Commerce is a lie, it’s better than dying in a mine,” a middle-aged man said.
"How are we supposed to get out? They clearly don't want us to leave!" "The elder isn't here; I heard he went to the Shrouding Heaven Merchant Guild to buy things." "There are only two Fourth-Level cultivators and a dozen or so juniors at the Dao Palace Realm." "How many people and cultivators do we have?" "What about the mortals?" "I heard there's a commission for introducing people to jobs." "I know a little about formations; let's seize this batch of un-handed Source and head to the Southern Region!"
Finally, on an ordinary night, the entire mining area shook, and the riot escalated, as if a long-buried gunpowder had been ignited. Amidst deafening alarms and shouts of fighting, many figures rushed out.
Several days later, after returning from drinking the Enlightenment Tea, the elder had several disheveled disciples kneeling before him. He glanced at the corpses and shook his head, then proceeded with his official report while continuing to expand the recruitment efforts in the Northern Region.
News of the mining area soon reached the Holy Land.
"Old Holy Lord, you must tell the Ancestor to take it easy, otherwise the Holy Land's resources of ten thousand years will not be able to withstand this kind of buying," an elder advised.
"You know nothing!" The Holy Lord, radiating divine light, put down the Enlightenment Tea that was a complimentary gift with a full purchase.
"What's the use of having more resources?! The ancestor can become a saint in a year at most. With these precious medicines, the holy son can sever his Dao in a few months without having to worry about the risks."
This is a chance encounter, but also a competition where whoever falls behind will be eliminated.
"If they dare to sell, we dare to buy. Little Ancestor is almost born, so there's no need to worry about resource consumption!"
That being said, with fewer resources, one can't buy anything, but all sorts of good things are being put on the shelves one after another, making many older generation and holy masters green with envy, especially as they feel their cultivation and comprehension improving rapidly as if they have used a magic trick.
And so, one after another, imperial edicts were issued, and finally...
A group of cultivators, either selected or purchased with substitute magical artifacts, were forced to separate from their families and enter forbidden areas to complete the task of collecting various types of sacred medicines, ancient scriptures, and resources assigned by higher-ups.
Among them, the Immortal Tomb, which was secretly priced the highest due to the bronze fragments, is the one that has been the most valuable.
Ancient steles gleamed with a chilling light in the darkness, behind which lay a cluster of large mounds that resembled ancient tombs.
A line of cultivators collapsed before an ancient stele, their divine power gradually being devoured.
The massive grave was deathly silent, yet one of the Source Masters was resurrected. Just as he was about to flee in terror, a beam of clear light descended from the central area.
It was as if they had come from beyond the thirty-three heavens to guide him to the celestial realm.
But within the light, the Source Master witnessed a terrifying scene: his facial features contorted and then shattered with a snap.
After a long time.
It was as if whispers were coming from the graves.
"The Emperor's elixir of immortality has reappeared," said the old woman with strange clothes and a head full of sparse white hair.
"Born from the cycle of reincarnation before the chaotic era. A similar flower?" An old Taoist priest opened his eyes, waking from his slumber: "Even the name is the same. Is someone deliberately spreading the secrets of the ancient Heavenly Court in the world?"
"Perhaps it's true?" A majestic voice echoed from within the large tomb where the moonlight had faded.
"You shouldn't have disturbed his mind with that similar flower. If the ancient Heavenly Court hadn't been destroyed, we might have actually been able to invade the Immortal Realm."
This ancient emperor seems to be questioning the Celestial Venerable of Longevity and the Immortal Granny.
"It's a bit too late to talk about these things now. You never believed in the Emperor, did you?" The Eternal Life Celestial Venerable said calmly, "In the end, whether it was a human sacrifice or something else, who can say for sure?"
Scenes from the mythological era seemed like yesterday. At the height of the Heavenly Court's power, he found a similar flower and brought it to the man who was named 'Emperor of Heaven, Supreme Emperor of Emperors'.
To level Kunlun, to subdue all the dragon veins of the heavens, to establish ninety-nine dragon mountains, and to cast the Immortal Cauldron—his goals were too grand, so grand that they inspired fear.
"My original intention was merely to use the matter of reincarnation to disturb his resolve, but who would have thought he would fall into such fanaticism?"
The voice of the Celestial Venerable of Longevity gradually lowered and became hoarse, revealing a variety of emotions in an instant:
"After the Lord of the Underworld fell into slumber, he became obsessed with those ancient legends and found an ominous bronze immortal palace. The immortals went mad, and so did he."
“We’ll be there soon too,” said the Fairy Granny.
The old woman suddenly opened her cloudy old eyes. In the deepest part of her vision, a peerless fairy was walking out step by step. It was her in her youth, and at this moment, her whole body was emitting a strange and unstable light.
“The Immortal Cauldron was made from the materials of the Bronze Immortal Palace. Unless I live another life, I will soon be unable to suppress the Immortal Ascension Curse on it,” another ancient emperor said.
"Hold on a little longer." The Celestial Venerable of Immortality remained silent for a long time before speaking:
"If it is truly the reappearance of Huang and Ye Fan from the Chaotic Ancient Era, then the masterminds behind these two Immortal Ascension Cauldrons will surely want to refine us and this realm, just like Emperor He did."
Conversely, if their blood and Dao fruits were used as medicine, it might be possible to elevate one's cultivation level and live another lifetime, erasing the 'immortal' within one's heart.
Faced with the claims of the Celestial Venerable of Immortality, the ancient emperors within the Immortal Mausoleum could neither deny nor refute them.
The tombs were covered with incantations, giving them an air of mystery. Several beams of bronze light flew out from the Immortal Tomb and headed towards the other forbidden zones.
The Immortal Mausoleum was established by the Celestial Venerable of Longevity and is said to be the burial place of true immortals. This is not a lie; immortals are indeed buried here.
But these immortals are themselves.
"Don't try to stay out of this. It's good to drag as many people down with you."
Rays of light emerged from the torn tomb, the soil gradually healed, and darkness returned.
Was the Qilin Immortal King a female immortal before the Chaotic Era?
Ye Fan looked at the immortal elixir being held and rubbed in Su Lin's arms, looking quite content, and transmitted his voice to Shi Hao:
"I have a bold idea."
He had just tried to lift the Qilin Divine Medicine to see if the little guy was male or female, but unfortunately he was slapped in the face by a claw.
This little rascal doesn't remember that he planted the divine medicine on Water Mirror Peak, nor does he care that he is the owner of the divine medicine. However, if it were a female, Ye Fan would really be willing to give it to Su Lin at a loss.
"I do not have."
Shi Hao licked the sauce off his fingers expressionlessly.
It is true that he possesses the complete inheritance technique of the Qilin, one of the Ten Fiends, but who knows whether the previous Qilin Immortal King was male or female? Moreover, there have been many fallen Immortal Kings since the Immortal Ancient Era. Who knows whose remnant soul imprint this tamed Qilin divine medicine came from?
Shi Hao said, "However, I do know some Qilin."
"Never mind," Ye Fan shook his head.
Those with weak cultivation levels simply cannot suppress Su Lin. In an unfamiliar realm, once the authority of the "authority dog" expires, at least a Celestial King would be needed.
"Shouldn't you control your appetite?" Ye Fan looked at Shi Hao, who had come all the way from the future to freeload at his place, and was somewhat speechless.
"I've been practicing the Spirit Absorption and Qi Gathering Technique. Everything I eat turns into cultivation power, so this is arduous cultivation," Shi Hao said.
Sometimes, having the right technique isn't necessarily a good thing. The technique Shi Hao inherited from Zhu Bajie gave him an extra legitimate reason to enjoy delicious food.
It's a pity I didn't learn it when I was a child, otherwise I would have had a happier time in the wilderness.
He suddenly remembered the monkey head mushroom, red orchid, and snow jade ginseng stewed with golden-winged roc that he had eaten in the small world before. That was the first divine bird he had ever eaten.
"Do you have any extra Golden-Winged Rocs?" Shi Hao asked.
"You should hurry back to Luan Gu!"
The already dilapidated Nine Heavens and Ten Earths can no longer withstand the torment of this thing's stomach, and its own employees and materials cannot withstand the consumption by the other party.
If things continue like this, Ye Fan feels that, looking back on Huang's life experiences, he's about to conclude: 'I've finally seen it; in this life, you've had it better than anyone else, more comfortable than anyone else.'
However, the wealth he had accumulated would one day be unable to keep up with Shi Hao's spending speed, leading to a break in his cash flow.
"Call back the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon and that fatso for me. Tell him to go shopping. I don't want him running off to fight with Cao Yusheng over the Taiyin Jade Rabbit. Otherwise, I'll have to make him sit at Xiao Yan's table from now on," Ye Fan said.
Dude, do you have some kind of problem with me lately?
Xiao Yan, who was being targeted repeatedly, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Xiao Xiao, who was playing with Nannan, and chose to remain silent and continue refining pills to increase his inventory.
"The ancient races have indeed emerged ahead of schedule."
Su Lin stood in the center of the Chamber of Commerce for a while, watching people come and go, but no one noticed that he had used his divine will to revise and create his own world: "The Prince of the Fighting Saint has also come?"
It was a monkey with golden fur.
The Fighting Saint Ape was staring intently at several second-generation peaches, carved from red agate, bright red in color, sparkling, and exuding a refreshing fragrance.
The Chamber of Commerce's exhibition area was large, and at the moment, it was deserted except for a puppet named Ruhua who accompanied him. He looked at it through the glass display case for a while, and was about to turn around...
"Amitabha, Wukong, eat if you want, your master will pay." Su Lin lifted the lid of the display case, took out the peaches, and handed them to the Holy Prince.
The monkey was startled, but he clearly recognized Su Lin. However, he wondered why Su Lin was bald and what kind of magic weapon the golden headband next to the peach was.
"Go, go, go find Meng Qi, that monkey. Don't let him harm my monkey brother." Ye Fan saw that this guy wanted to lure the monkey away and quickly ran over.
Most of the ancient races were not human. If Su Lin really had this quirk, he wouldn't recommend bringing back a few sacks full of Holy Princesses.
"I wonder which is better, the flat peach or the immortal cicada peach? Would you like to try some?" Ye Fan, wanting to make friends, offered a few peaches.
"The chance of survival is far less than that of a divine medicine. Do you have any divine medicine here that can save lives? I'll exchange my old blood for it," the Holy Prince asked.
"Easy to say."
Ye Fan agreed quite decisively, which even the Holy Prince did not expect.
After chatting for a while, Ye Fan gave him a token of the City of Heavens, which allowed him to come to the mall at any time.
"You really sell everything to these holy land families and ancient races. You haven't been cultivating lately, aren't you afraid they'll catch up with you?"
Su Lin showed no disappointment at failing to subdue the monkey; he simply watched as the prematurely born ancient royal families entered the area one after another, and then returned laden with spoils.
So what if we catch up?
Ye Fan shook his head: "When that day truly comes, and I stand at the summit, looking back, even former enemies will just be old acquaintances."
This is not just about confidence, but also about a different mindset.
Even setting aside the power of the Heavenly City, if one has such a uniquely advantageous environment, why would one fear these opponents? Where does one's invincible spirit come from?
"Why haven't you gone back yet?" Ye Fan asked Shi Hao.
"No," Shi Hao said with a strange expression, holding the interdimensional talisman, "it seems I can't go back?"
(End of this chapter)