358: C358 Tian Zang

C358 Tian Zang

"Hahaha... You don't live in the Ancient Era, what do you know?"

Qin Yuantian laughed out loud when he heard this. Every generation of geniuses had already turned into a pile of dirt, and there was no way to verify the authenticity of the history books.

Of course, he couldn't imagine that the young man beside him was an ancient war god, and he had awakened the Genuine Spirit from the cycle of reincarnation!

"Shen Qingfeng, you've just crossed the Thunder Tribulation. Go back and consolidate your realm. You don't need to do anything right now, it's still within the scope of your control."

"Go back quickly! I think that girl from the Jiang Family should be anxious."

Nangong Changan had spoken at this moment. Now, the matter at the border had come to an end. Even if Shen Qingfeng was sent there, it would be useless. As the hope of the research institute's next generation, hard work was the way to improve one's realm!

"Alright! When the two deans need me, feel free to instruct me."

Shen Qingfeng was not a pretentious person. Since the deans said that he did not need to pay attention to this task, he naturally had his reasons. After greeting them, he got up and walked out, taking a few tangerines with him.

The office returned to silence. After a long while, Nangong Changan suddenly spoke.

"Old Qin, Myriad Souls Sect has been destroyed. Recently, the Jianghu has been peaceful. Which major power can command the dead spirits on a large scale?"

The origin of the invaders at the border was extremely strange. No matter who stood behind them, they were determined to kill.

"The enemies were all ordinary people when they were alive, but their strength has reached the Xiantian realm. Not everyone has the means to refine corpses!"

"Miao Region has always been our ally. The Xiangxi Corpse Chasing Sect has always kept a low profile and never interfered in worldly conflicts..."

"Do you think it's possible that it's the Devil Cult?"

Qin Yuantian thought about it and there seemed to be only one answer. A while ago, the young master of the Devil Cult suddenly appeared and entered the battlefield to fight for the title of King, crippling the chief disciple of the Xiao Yao Sect.

But during this period of time, the Devil Cult suddenly disappeared. What were their plans?

One should know that the founder of the Devil Cult, Ye Motian, was not an easy person to deal with!

"Although the possibility is very small, we have to be careful!"

Nangong Changan thought of some distant past and let out a sigh. The revival of Devil Cult had become his mental illness.

Western Region, Xue Yu Plateau.

In this sacred land that was widely known by the world, people held a pious belief in the gods. They prostrated on the ground and prayed. They looked in the direction of the sacred mountain and chanted some complicated syllables.

Legend had it that on the Holy Mountain, there was a temple. The master of the temple was the spokesperson of the gods, guarding the peace of the plateau. Every time a demon disaster appeared, he would go down the mountain and cast a spell to get rid of the demon!

However, it was not easy to see the temple. The Holy Mountain had no way out and it was full of steep cliffs. If an ordinary person wanted to go up, they would be crushed into pieces if they were not careful.

On this day, a young man came to the front of the Holy Mountain. He wore a black dragon robe made of golden threads, and his bearing was extraordinary.

His eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude that was different from his outer appearance. If one looked closely, one would find that his appearance was somewhat similar to the young master of Devil Cult, Ye Tian.

Then, he completely ignored the rules of physics and flew up the cliff as if he was walking on flat ground. After ten seconds, he would reach the top of the mountain.

Here, one could vaguely see a magnificent temple standing on top of the snow mountain. It carried a solemn atmosphere, as if it had existed for a thousand years.

It was hard to imagine how the ancient people built such a huge project under such harsh conditions. It was too unbelievable.

"Screech!"

At this time, sharp whistles were heard. The three condors circled in the air as if they were reminding something.

These condors had wingspans of more than eight meters. Their feathers were a faint golden color, and their sharp claws had a metallic luster. They could even crush boulders!1

Although these creatures had yet to awaken their intelligence, they were infinitely close to demons. Without the assistance of magical treasures, ordinary cultivators would not be a match for them.

There was a trace of anxiety in the eyes of the condors. They wanted to pounce on them several times, but in the end, they still circled around and charged into the sky.

The young man looked in the direction where the condor had rushed down and found that there was a slightly orderly place near the temple. There were a few corpses laid on it. Why did these corpses make the condor feel fear?

"Heavenly Burial..."

A thoughtful look flashed across his eyes as he muttered.

Bury the Heavens was a traditional burial method of the Tibetan race. The specific operation was to bring the corpse to a designated location after a person died and let the vulture (or other birds, beasts, etc.) devour it.

The core of Heavenly Burial was the undying soul and the cycle of reincarnation. They felt that death was just the separation of the undying soul and the old body.

The Tibetans admired Heavenly Burial because they believed that feeding Hu Wu with the 'leather bag' was the most noble ritual, which reflected the highest level of the Mahayana Buddhism, the Self-Immolation.

These were things that the people of the world knew, but it seemed like there was another secret behind the legend.

For example, these corpses did not rot under the scorching sun at all. Instead, they began to move slightly due to some strange changes...

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