parentshiftbook Chapter 230: The Legacy
Chapter 230: The Legacy
Zhang Ping nodded slightly in response to the continuous greetings from the crowd, and then stood by the railing in the best spot with a good view. Luo Yan immediately followed and moved closer to him. The male cultivators who had been surrounding Luo Yan earlier lowered their heads awkwardly and stepped back.
"Brother Zhang, I heard from the people who just came back from inside that the ruins are about to be fully revealed to the world, and countless opportunities will surely emerge then!" Luo Yan's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.
"Oh?"
Zhang Ping faced the damp, cold wind blowing from high above and looked up to the north.
This time, he finally saw it clearly.
The ruins, which had been hidden in the rain and the turbulent flow of spiritual energy, now revealed a blurry yet enormous phantom, almost dominating the entire northern sky. Even just the shadow exuded a savage and oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe.
No wonder it's a tomb left behind by a powerful expert in the Overlord Body Realm!
Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly composed himself and frowned as he scanned his surroundings.
Sure enough, most of the dozens of airships that had previously stopped in this area to avoid the thunderstorm were now empty, clearly taking advantage of the change in the weather to head towards the core area.
Thunderstorm...
He suddenly felt a void in his heart, as if something he had taken for granted had changed silently.
Look up at the sky.
The crimson sky that had shrouded this sea area for months had faded considerably.
The red moon still hung overhead, but it no longer possessed the bloodthirsty and menacing aura it had before. Its red light was as faint as if covered by a thin veil, and even the incessant thunder and lightning that had been raging day and night had weakened, leaving only sporadic flashes of lightning that occasionally pierced the heavy rain curtain.
With the weather improving, it's the perfect time to travel.
Thinking of this, a thought couldn't help but pop into his mind: Since we're already here, why not just go and take a look at the core area? With his current cultivation level, even if he encounters danger, protecting himself shouldn't be a problem.
But as soon as the thought arose, he immediately suppressed it.
No. That's the tomb of a powerful expert at the Overlord Body Realm, extremely dangerous. To this day, no one knows whether it holds a heaven-reaching opportunity or a deadly trap. Rushing in rashly would be far too perilous.
More importantly, he was different from other monks.
For those cultivators, the spiritual herbs, cultivation techniques, inheritances, and magical artifacts found in the ruins are all incredibly rare opportunities, ladders that can help them advance further on their path. But for Zhang Ping, most of these things are dispensable.
Instead of gambling on that elusive inheritance, it's better to collect more monster corpses on the outskirts, open some "blind boxes," and maybe you'll find some useful abilities inside.
Without a clear goal, taking such a big risk is simply not worth it.
Thinking of the demonic beast corpses, Zhang Ping subconsciously rubbed the storage ring on his right middle finger. It was nearly half full of demonic beast limbs, all of which he had obtained from wounded cultivators who had returned during this time.
This was one of the reasons he ran onto the deck.
"I wonder if Captain Mo and his group are doing well. I hope nothing unexpected happens," Luo Yan murmured beside her, her voice filled with worry.
Zhang Ping didn't think much of it and, as usual, stayed on the deck for half a day. He traded a batch of demon beast limbs with several groups of cultivators who had just returned from the core area, and also took the opportunity to find out the latest situation in the ruins.
A few more days slipped by.
The crimson moon hanging in the sky grew paler day by day, seemingly about to return to its normal color. More and more cultivators speculated that the massive waterspout that had swept across the entire sea was probably coming to an end.
However, the great formation of that ruin still showed no signs of being completely broken.
No one knew what impact the dragon's breath would have on the ruins once it ended. In an instant, the cultivators who had been patiently waiting became restless, and many considered joining forces to forcibly break the formation.
"Hey old Taoist! Is your broken gourd even working?! We've been wasting half a month already. If we keep waiting like this, forget about the inheritance of the Overlord Body Realm, I won't even be able to touch a single hair in that tomb!"
The core of the ruins is where the water meets the sky.
Four jets of dark waterspouts, stretching from the sky to the sea, hang silently in all directions like four natural cages.
It firmly locks within the magnificent ruins at the center, which are entirely constructed of black, massive stones.
Every stone brick in the grand hall was engraved with ancient and primitive patterns. A powerful aura, accumulated over countless ages, continuously emanated from the cracks in the stones, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to almost stagnate.
The area above and below the giant hall was densely packed with people, countless eyes fixed on the tomb that had been sleeping for who knows how many years, their eyes filled with undisguised greed.
The person who spoke was shirtless, his bronze skin covered with bulging muscles that resembled ancient tree roots, and a deep, old scar on his shoulder and back that revealed the bone rose and fell slightly with his breath.
He carried a broadsword as wide as a door on his back, his messy reddish-brown hair was wet with water vapor and stuck to his stubble-covered face, and when he opened his mouth, it was a loud voice that made people's eardrums hurt.
His position, suspended in mid-air, was no more than a hundred feet from the gate of the giant hall, making him the closest among all the people present.
Countless cultivators in the distance gazed at this spot with envy in their eyes, yet none dared to step forward rashly. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they couldn't.
The cultivator, whom the burly man called "Old Daoist," was making hand seals, activating a several-meter-tall cyan gourd in front of him. Powerful spiritual energy surged from his body like a tide, revealing him to be at the late stage of the Divine Integration Realm.
His face was so solemn it could drip water, his gaze fixed on the surface of the giant hall, ignoring the slowly flowing array patterns.
Beside the old Taoist priest stood a cultivator shrouded in a black robe, his face obscured, but the spiritual energy emanating from him remained steadily at the late stage of the Divine Integration realm.
Further out, there were dozens of mid-stage Divine Integration Realm cultivators standing suspended in mid-air, and Mo Yu was among them.
"The formation is at its limit. At the latest, in two days, the Dragon's Breath will experience its monthly surge, at which time the formation will surely shatter." Beside the inkfish, a cultivator specializing in formations stared intently at the patterns on the giant hall for a long time before making a solemn pronouncement.
Duan Yu stood to the side, silent and not saying a word.
Mo Yu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. He lowered his voice and instructed the four people beside him, "Wait until the formation is about to collapse before acting. Remember, you must not rush in immediately."
The four of them nodded in unison.
Everyone knows that seizing the initiative can certainly give you a head start in obtaining opportunities, but it also means being the first to bear the unknown dangers within the tomb.
After giving her instructions, Mo Yu glanced around again, her heart growing increasingly heavy. She hadn't expected that so many cultivators at the Divine Integration Realm were hidden near Dragon Breath Lake; there were even three at the late stage of the Divine Integration Realm. This trip was likely to be more troublesome than she had anticipated.
Human cultivators are merely a nuisance.
Her gaze shifted and landed on the other side of the grand hall.
There, countless demonic beasts blotted out the sky, their soaring demonic energy almost tearing the heavens apart, and they were locked in a fierce standoff with the human forces.
The ruins of the Overlord Realm have never attracted just human cultivators.