1339: C1339 Ancient Immortals

C1339 Ancient Immortals

In the depths of the hole, there were a few large rocks, and on one of them sat a figure.

The man was tall and slender. His back was facing Zhou Yan, and he did not move at all, as if he had turned into a statue. His entire body was surrounded by a hazy mist, and his temperament was ethereal. He was like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world, giving off a feeling of elegance.

This person was Zhou Yan!

"Who are you?" Zhou Yan remained silent for a moment before asking a useless question.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yan asked again, puzzled.

There was no one else here. Only that back gave Zhou Yan a great pressure, as if it contained a terrifying power. Just a glance at it was enough to make one's heart tremble.

"Hehe, so it's a junior. I have been waiting here for more than two hundred years. Finally, a fated person has arrived."

Suddenly, the figure spoke with an ancient tone, "Young man, your potential is not bad. If you have the chance to enter the cultivation world in the future, remember to avenge this old man."

"Revenge?"

Zhou Yan's heart trembled as his heart beat wildly in disbelief, "You are the owner of the ancient tomb?"

"Ancient tomb?"

The figure was stunned and shook his head in confusion. He sighed and said: "Ai, you don't understand. I died in a catastrophe and my body was buried in an ancient tomb. I left behind a remnant of my soul and waited here for the fated person to come...."

"What?" Zhou Yan's heart trembled as he cried out in shock.

It was rumored that in the cultivation world, when experts died, their corpses could be sealed and left for the fated person to come and wake up once again.

This meant that unless one met a great fortune, they would never be able to revive or recover their cultivation. They would only become a walking corpse.

Zhou Yan never would have thought that the owner of the ancient tomb would meet with such a disaster. His corpse was buried here, and there was still a remnant soul waiting bitterly.

"Senior..." Zhou Yan hesitated and asked.

"Call me Master Gu."

Master Gu sighed. A look of nostalgia appeared on his pale face as he said in a low voice, "My surname is Gu, and my name is Gu Heng."

Gu Heng, the Emperor of the ancient imperials.

This was a secret that only a few people in history knew of.

"Master Gu."

Zhou Yan nodded his head and bowed respectfully, saying: "This junior must keep his promise and hand over the things you left behind to your descendants. I will not take them for myself."

"Yes." Gu Heng nodded and said, "No matter who you are, since you are here, you are naturally my disciple."

"Disciple?" Zhou Yan was startled, but he immediately came to a realization.

"Since you were able to find me, you must be fated. Why don't you tell me where you got my mortal shell..." Gu Heng said in a calm voice.

"Molt?"

Zhou Yan revealed a happy expression. Without hesitation, he told Gu Heng everything he knew.

"This mortal shell of mine was originally a defensive Spirit Weapon. After the passage of time, it has been severely damaged and has lost its power. However, it is still able to withstand the attacks of experts at the Foundation Establishment stage. It is quite good." Gu Heng said with gratification: "This jade slip is the elementary cultivation technique of the Black Tortoise Technique. It is quite beneficial to cultivators."

"Black Tortoise Mantra?" Zhou Yan flipped through the jade slip. The more he looked at it, the happier he became.

The Black Tortoise Technique was a martial arts manual. It was divided into nine levels and had reached the peak of Rank 3. When one cultivated it to the peak of Rank 3, they would be able to condense their aura and their strength would soar.

"Senior, this junior is willing to acknowledge you as his master." Zhou Yan knelt down and kowtowed sincerely.

"There's no rush." Gu Heng shook his head and said slowly with a gentle tone, "Before I died, I had predicted a great opportunity, but unfortunately..."

Gu Heng sighed and didn't say anything else.

"Opportunity?" Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked, "What opportunity?"

"I can't say."

Gu Heng smiled and waved his hand to reject as he changed the topic: "Although my body is incomplete, it's still a Spiritual Treasure. If you can fully control it, you might be able to use its power."

"Spiritual Treasure?"

Zhou Yan was shocked.

The spiritual treasure was a spiritual weapon used by cultivators. It was much more powerful than normal weapons. It had its own spirit and was extremely powerful. Besides, as one's cultivation level increased, the spiritual treasure would slowly become more powerful. It had all kinds of uses and could be called an invincible weapon.

"However, my mortal shell only has one thought left."

Gu Heng sighed and said, "Therefore, over the years, I can only barely maintain a wisp of my soul. I can't leave this place and kill my enemies."

"Senior, don't worry. I will do my best," Zhou Yan promised solemnly.

"I'm very pleased that you have such thoughts," Gu Heng said. "Now, follow me."

Hearing that, Zhou Yan's spirits were lifted. He followed Gu Heng's footsteps and walked down the bluestone steps.

The ancient tomb was empty. The surroundings were filled with gray miasma, giving off a sinister feeling.

As Gu Heng walked inside, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was filled with interest.

"Senior Gu..." Zhou Yan wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"What's wrong?" Gu Heng looked over in surprise.

"Senior Gu, I can see that your vital signs are weak. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on much longer," Zhou Yan probed.

Gu Heng smiled and did not mind: "There are too many people in this world who want to steal my inheritance. I have long since expected that someone would take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation. Therefore, I have already made arrangements."

Pausing for a moment, Gu Heng continued, "To tell you the truth, this ancient tomb was where I cultivated in seclusion before. I set up many Restrictions here and even carved a set of array formations that were enough to trap a Golden Core cultivator..."

"What's buried here is my corpse. It's not an ordinary thing."

Gu Heng harrumphed coldly. His eyes were sharp and gave off a killing intent that made one's heart tremble.

In that instant, Zhou Yan's entire body turned cold as his hair stood on end. He almost could not hold it in any longer and immediately retreated.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan reacted in time. Gritting his teeth, he overcame his fear and stabilized his mind, not revealing his true emotions.

"You don't need to be afraid." Gu Heng retracted his aura and said calmly, "I have already been dead for many years. Even if I leave behind a remnant soul, I won't be able to hurt you."

"Senior Gu, why is your corpse buried here?"

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered as he secretly pondered in his heart, guessing what kind of person Gu Heng was, to actually make Gu Heng spend so much effort to specially design such an ancient tomb to bury the corpse?

"Karma." Gu Heng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Do you know how many types of creatures in this world are most similar to the Human Clan?"

"Oh?" Zhou Yan frowned, puzzled.1

"Demonic Beast!"

Gu Heng said solemnly: "Demonic Beasts are treasures born from the heavens. They are born with intelligence, and when they grow to the extreme, they can even transform into human form. They are like Immortal Cultivators, flying in the sky and escaping in the ground, free and unfettered."

"However, the lifespan of Demonic Beasts is relatively short. They usually don't live more than twenty years before they disappear into the dust."

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