2798: C2798 Therefore I

C2798 Therefore I

If there is light ahead,

It was blinding. It was a vast expanse of whiteness that pierced the eyes.

Yang Ping's eyes were special. He did not feel any pain and could see everything clearly. However, he still felt uncomfortable. His eyes far exceeded that of an ordinary person's. Even a saint would not have the ability to see through things.

Holographic image, perspective …

He felt that there were still many functions waiting to be developed.

Yang Ping had a faint feeling that his eyes might be something special. With a magical ability, he could create a miracle.

Through the white light, the intersecting fields appeared in front of his eyes. Yang Ping was surprised, was this another subterranean world? There lived living people, growing vegetables in the fields, and vegetables were fresh. The leek had just been cut, and the blade was very sharp, containing a type of Dao Realm.

Yang Ping could see from the traces of cutting leek that this person's cultivation level was high and his ability to comprehend Qigong was not something he could compare to. He couldn't help but sigh.

He was excited as he thought of this.

Suddenly, a cold shiver went down his spine.

He suddenly turned his head, and his face filled with astonishment.

About thirty corpses stood up, and all of them opened their eyes, looking at the world where the light was. The weakest among them was at the Subsaint realm. Even though Saint King had lost his life, the pressure he naturally emitted when he stood in front of them made the bones in Yang Ping creak as if they were going to shatter.

Think about it, if these people were put together, it would be enough to create a new Sacred Ground, but all of them died here, and stood up inexplicably, who wouldn't be afraid?

Yang Ping wanted to scream out loud, but he held himself back.

These terrifying existences did not target him. Their eyes were empty and lifeless. They relied on their instincts to move, yearning for the world within the light.

One of them, Saint King, took a step forward. His footsteps were slow and extremely difficult, as if he was wearing heavy shackles. His mouth issued a humming sound as he walked forward angrily. The other corpses did the same thing. Yang Ping stood to the side, his back drenched, not daring to make a move.

Fortunately, these corpses did not kill him and treated him like air. They spent a long time walking to the front of the light.

When Saint King touched the white light, suddenly, white smoke rose up from the body. He let out a miserable scream and quickly retreated. He stared in front of him in fear. His eyes rolled and he turned around unwillingly.

Every one of the corpses had to come into contact with the white light, and the Subsaint bones beneath the ground were instantly vaporized.

This beam of light was like a purifying beam of light.

A Subsaint skeleton disappeared.

The two Subsaint skeletons disappeared.

In the end, all of the Subsaint bones disappeared and were purified by the white light, becoming the spirit energy of nature. Wherever they came from, they would head towards.

The Saint and Saint King were fine. They went back to the distance and laid down obediently.

Everything returned to silence.

Unknowingly, his forehead started sweating and his eyes started getting wet. Yang Ping was enduring a terrifying pressure. Who knew how many of his ribs were broken? He finally got over it. He wiped off his sweat to make sure the bodies weren't moving before he walked over to the opening.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Ping took a step forward.

He did not know what would happen next, but he knew that this terrifying cave would likely become a tomb if he continued to stay here. The old man had mentioned that Yang Ping had also seen in the records of Immortal Medicine Sect that a tomb would be the place to punish Saints.

Not all saints were high and mighty. They would also commit heinous crimes, and all of them needed to be punished.

Rumor has it that there was an organization that specialized in killing saints who committed grave sins. For example, during the Civil War, or when there was an invasion of an island nation, some saints betrayed their country to cooperate with their enemies. This was a great sin and was unforgivable.

When he read this message, Yang Ping shook his head and thought, in this world, Saints are high above, rarely appearing, and their strength is enough to look down on the world, what kind of organization would be able to kill Saints?

It was equivalent to a fantasy story.

Yang Ping did not care about it, but after landing in the cave, he saw special marks on the corpse, especially after Subsaint died, the crystal skeleton still had strange runes on it, he guessed that this was the First Brother's Tomb.

Yang Ping didn't think he had the ability to leave the tomb after staying inside for too long.

The cracks slowly closed.

Yang Ping rushed out without thinking.

The moment they rushed out of the tomb, Yang Ping felt as if he was reborn. He felt the incomparably beautiful air, as if a single breath of air would allow him to ascend to the Immortal Realm. This feeling was very good. Only a place filled with pure spiritual energy would have such an effect.

For example, the Sacred Grounds.

And this place was equivalent to the Sacred Grounds Mountain Gate.

If word were to spread out, there would be a place with an extremely dense spiritual energy. There would definitely be countless experts who would want to break their brains to enter this place.

Other than the dense Spiritual Qi in the air, there were also many rare and precious fruits.

Other than the leek that was sliced off by the knife, Yang Ping saw an old ginseng with three leaves floating nearby. Each leaf was like a child playing with the spirit energy, blending with the heaven and earth, resonating with the Great Dao.

Nine Revolutions Old Ginseng!

Yang Ping was a student of medicine, so he knew the value of this kind of ginseng. It was a priceless treasure.

The Nine Revolutions Old Ginseng, recorded in the records of the Immortal Medicine Sect was a ginseng that was more than five hundred years old. Under normal circumstances, it was almost impossible to see two hundred years old ginseng outside, but it wasn't because they didn't exist, but because once a ginseng reached two hundred years old, it would have to withstand the baptism of thunder and lightning. Ninety percent of the old ginseng would be unable to withstand the lightning of nature and would turn into ashes, but there were still some strange things.

The Nine Revolutions Old Ginseng was a medicine that belonged to the people who lived and died. It was hard to find in the world.

And here it was.

Yang Ping was very excited. He wanted to go pick them, but the Nine Revolutions Old Ginseng had its own intelligence. It felt the danger and disappeared into the ground with a swoosh.

Damn, he even had spiritual knowledge!

Yang Ping was shocked. He knew that the information in the Immortal Medicine Sect Encyclopedia was probably true. Not only was the Nine Revolutions Old Ginseng present, it also had intelligence.

The world in front of him was not big, about the size of a village chief.

After Yang Ping finished looking, there was a grass hut behind the heavens and earth. From afar, the thatched cottage looked like a phoenix that had been reborn from the fire. Don't ask Yang Ping how he saw it, with his special eyes, he could see that something was different.

There was someone at the Underground World!

Yang Ping muttered to himself. If there really was someone here, wouldn't it be possible to find a way out?

He walked toward the hut with excitement.

He moved as fast as he could.

Yang Ping came to the front of the hut and was about to knock on the door.

The door opened.

A stunning beauty walked out.

Seeing the beauty of her appearance, Yang Ping's expression changed drastically as he cried out in surprise.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]1

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