Chapter Thirty Ancient Tomb

  Ink-black night, gentle breeze cool, brushing against face like water.

  Chu Ping walked on the road, without displaying his magical powers, just like an ordinary person, slowly strolling, feeling the cool breeze on his face, with a peaceful and serene heart.

  There were no pedestrians on the road, only passing vehicles, sparse and scattered.

  The interwoven lights of street lamps and car headlights are quite bright, illuminating both near and far.

  Chu Ping wandered aimlessly, strolling along the road to a nearby mountain, where he saw the majestic and steep terrain in the darkness, with dense forests and lush greenery.

  With nothing better to do, I followed the mountain upwards, climbing all the way, taking my time and not rushing. Compared to before, it's like a different world.

  The mountain is about a hundred zhang high, with small paths that have been trodden out by passersby, winding and narrow.

  In about half an hour, I reached the summit and looked down. The streetlights were dim yellow, and in the distance, countless fireflies twinkled like stars. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard from afar, adding to the sense of loneliness in the stillness.

  Gazing into the distance, the wind is strong up high, and Chu Ping suddenly feels a sense of desolation in her heart.

  In the desolate deep night, standing alone on the summit, it seems that in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, there is only oneself. The rolling world below, with its billions of people, all seem so far away from oneself.

  The farther away from the crowd, the more Chu Ping suddenly felt that the distance between the top of his head and the mysterious heavens had suddenly shortened a lot.

  The sky was dark and starless, like a black curtain pressing down on top of me, as if I could reach out and touch it.

  As I gazed into the distance, I suddenly saw a flash of crimson light coming from the south, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, and then it shot off towards the northeast.

  Chu Ping was bored and curious, seeing the light condense into a long sword, but without any murderous aura. It was swift like a thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, it had already risen into the air, following from afar.

  It flowed extremely quickly, flashing by in an instant, passing through several dozen kilometers, and then fell down.

  Chu Ping's whole body's true yuan operation started, his footsteps tread on empty space as if on solid ground, his footsteps intersected, yet he didn't feel any satisfaction, but saw that person fall in a mountain outside Tianhai City.

  The mountain is not high, but it has a stream flowing around it, and further away, there are countless green fields of farmland, with gullies crisscrossing, stretching out as if endless.

  Chu Ping followed the place where that person fell, quietly and stealthily hiding his tracks, holding his breath, and operating the Qi Tian Gong method. At this time, all the orifices of his body were not tightly closed, but emitted a faint airflow, blending with the surrounding darkness, making him indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape.

  In the mountains, there is a low-lying area, about fifty or sixty feet lower than the surrounding peaks. Looking around, it's like a large pot, nearly five hundred feet in diameter, with four mountain peaks towering above, as if guarding this depression.

  Chu Ping was shocked when he looked inside.

  The previous flash of light fell, revealing a human figure inside. It was a young man in white clothes, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, slender physique, and a pair of wide palms grasping a long sword, which was the same one used to control the flight earlier.

  Reflecting a faint sword light, he saw that his fingers were slender and refined, like beautifully carved jade. The wide sleeves of his robe fell down, spotless and dust-free. On his head, he wore a purple crown to hold back his hair, which was as black as ink and stood out starkly against his white robes.

  In front of the man, there was a piece of scattered stone monument, strange and weird, scattered on the ground, as if it had been casually thrown away.

  Staring at the few disordered stone tablets in front of him, the man in white clothes had a faint smile on his face, as gentle as spring breeze, without any trace. He then muttered to himself,

  "That's it."

  The words didn't form a sentence, but Chu Ping couldn't hear any other meaning in them, nor did he understand what was behind them.

  He was puzzled, but the man in white didn't make any other moves. Instead, he sat quietly on a stone tablet, closed his eyes, and started practicing his breathing exercises.

  "This person won't have run all the way here just to practice breathing exercises, will they? They seem to have traveled a long distance, but although this place has beautiful scenery with its mountains and rivers, it's not exactly an ideal place for cultivation!"

  Chu Ping was just about to take a nap when he saw two more rays of light flying in from the air, one purple and the other cyan, landing beside the white-robed man.

  Then, the purple light wrapped around was a long-skirted woman, with a beautiful and delicate face, slender and elegant figure, but the water-drenched long skirt couldn't hide her perfect figure, slim waist and plump hips, curved lines that outlined an absolutely stunning beauty.

  But the one with the cyan color flying was a middle-aged man who looked dry and withered. Judging by his appearance, he should be around 40 years old, but it's hard to tell the age of a cultivator by his looks. He wore a cyan long gown, and his whole body seemed like a withered wood, his face was thin, but his facial features were regular, and his body gave off an aura of decline and fall.

  Chu Ping's gaze swept across the two of them and involuntarily lingered on the woman for a few more moments.

  Who does not have a heart that loves beauty? Especially when it comes to this beautiful woman who exudes elegance and refinement everywhere.

  With just a glance, the woman seemed to have noticed something, her beautiful eyes moved, and she looked at Chu Ping with an autumn wave, as if her gaze could see through everything!

  Chu Ping's heart was already calm, and she quickly withdrew her gaze. Her entire being merged with the surrounding mountains, rivers, and trees, her breath as natural as the heavens and earth. She didn't dare make any big movements again.

  The woman looked twice, and a few doubts appeared in her eyes. She immediately turned her head and looked at the white-clothed man sitting on the ground.

  Chu Ping let out a breath of relief, only to exclaim, "This woman is incredibly perceptive and has unparalleled heavenly concealment skills. She almost discovered me!"

  The white-clothed man who had been standing earlier also stood up, his clothes fluttering, a faint smile on his face. "Fei Yu Xian Zi and Ku Mu Dao You have both arrived, just in time!"

  The woman called Fei Yu didn't say a word, but the withered old tree responded instead, "Li Daoyou has arrived early. The three of us will enter together and see what treasures this ancient tomb holds!"

  A man in white with the surname Li smiled, "I also went in once before. Inside, there are many mechanisms and obstacles. With my own strength, it's hard to see its true appearance. When I was about to leave, I set up a simple 'Five Elements Phantom Trail Maze' at this tomb entrance, which can prevent ordinary people from entering mistakenly and losing their lives inside!"

  With a slender hand stretched out, the law seal changed continuously, and several white lights flowed out from the fingers like flowing water, and the scattered stones on the ground seemed to be summoned, floating in the air, merging and changing, forming a giant stone monument five feet long, three feet wide and one foot thick.

  Hieroglyphics are densely covered on the stele, as if countless tiny long swords were engraved on it. Under the flowing white light, these talismans also shine brightly, emitting a faint halo that spreads through the air.

  Where the halo reached, countless light spots and fine lines appeared in the void, intertwined and chaotic, vaguely forming a spherical shape. Inside, the five elements were surging, generating endless halos of mist. Under the misty light, everything was hazy and obscure. Even though several people were cultivators with keen spiritual awareness and sharp eyesight, they found it difficult to discern the scenery within.

  "The Gate of Tao, the Five Elements Maze!"

  Chu Ping let out a small cry of surprise in her heart!

  The path of cultivation has many categories and branches. Array techniques, alchemy, and artifact refinement can be said to be the three main streams among them, but Chu Ping had never seen or understood any of these.

  The book contains a wealth of information, but it only scratches the surface and does not delve deeply into the subject.

  In the eyes of Qitian Zong, everything is based on self-cultivation, and other things are just auxiliary. It's not that they're useless, but it can't be turned upside down!

  For the first time seeing this formation of mysterious Tao, Chu Ping was also extremely curious.

  A man with the surname Li slightly raised his hands, and saw that the airflow on the sphere surged, opening up a narrow and long passage. The mist dispersed to both sides, revealing the true scenery within.

  Only a narrow path leads underground, dark and extremely narrow, only allowing one person to pass through.

  "This is the entrance to the tomb, I'll lead the way. The fairy and Daoist friends follow behind me. When we get underground, it's a whole different world!" The man with the surname Li said calmly, taking the lead and walking into the dark passageway first.

  The woman called Fei Yu followed closely behind Ku Mu and walked into it.

  Chu Ping hesitated slightly in her heart, but seeing the swirling mist about to close in, she made up her mind and transformed into a streak of dark light, slipping into the hidden passage like water.

  Just as Chu Ping entered a few breaths, the light fog surged and rolled, and once again filled this mountain valley. Dizzy and dark, the sky and earth were dim, and it was impossible to distinguish east, west, north, and south, let alone the road scenery!

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