Chapter 56: The Old Immortal of the Yellow Spring

  After the state of Chu destroyed Zhao, the year number was changed to Zheng Xi. Now it is August in the eighth year of Zheng Xi. Hu Shuo and others entered the village to commit banditry, but were blocked by Ding Yan, thus resolving the disaster that had befallen Mo Jia Village. Everything that happened matched the characters on the ancient map.

  Although Mo Lao Yezi was an ordinary person, he had lived for so many years after all. In the moment when Ding Yan walked in, he saw that his opponent was extraordinary at a glance, even though Ding Yan had already hidden his original cultivation fluctuations and became like an ordinary person.

  “These words...”

  Taking over the brocade box, Ding Yan found that this brocade box was much heavier than he had imagined, weighing about twenty or thirty catties. After holding it in his hand and admiring it for a moment, he took out the ancient painting again to examine it carefully.

  The picture is incomplete, except for a small piece of text at the bottom, and there are some patterns on it, which seem to be a map of a certain place, but also look like a child's scribble. However, it can still be clearly seen that the person who wrote the letter and the person who drew the picture are not the same person, because the text on the incomplete picture does not recognize a single word, as if it is not even a text from this world.

  "According to ancestral legend, after taking out the things in the box and placing them on the remaining diagram, you may see some unexpected things." Old Master Mo said.

  Ding Yan glanced at Old Man Mo and opened the brocade box according to his words.

  At the moment when Ding Yan touched the copper lock of the brocade box, he felt an inexplicable attraction emanating from the keyhole, like a whirlpool silently sucking away nearly a third of his yuan force, and also absorbing a thread of his xian yuan.

  "This lock actually requires Xianyuan to open!" Ding Yan was shocked.

  It requires Xianyuan to open it, which means that only scattered immortals can open this brocade box. Ordinary people, even if they get there, are useless and have no effect at all.

  After absorbing enough yuan force and immortal yuan, the copper lock on the brocade box 'clicked' and fell off.

  Inside the brocade box, there weren't many things, to be exact, only two things: a strange crystal that was neither jade nor stone, and a bottle of jade liquid along with a rusty key.

  "What is this thing?" Ding Yan's eyes scanned the area, and apart from the key, he didn't recognize either of the two remaining things.

  "That thing in the middle should be a key to some place, as for the other two things, I don't know either..." Old Master Mo recalled "This box has been placed in the ancestral house for hundreds of years and has never been opened before. However, since our ancestors have said so, you can try putting the things inside the box on top of the ancient map, maybe you will really see some secrets hidden in the map..."

  It's clear that he has never seen what's inside the box either. As for what he told Ding Yan, it must have been passed down from his ancestors.

  Ding Yan glanced at the three objects inside the box, hesitated for a moment, and took out the strange crystal on the left. Generally speaking, this kind of crystal is where it's easiest to find the power left behind by one's predecessors. If opening the residual map required something from the box, then this strange crystal was most likely the thing needed.

  After spreading the residual map on the ground, Ding Yan carefully placed the crystal on top of the residual map.

  Then he pushed it open, and his divine consciousness enveloped the entire residual map, observing its changes.

  Half a cup of tea's time has passed...

  The remaining picture has no change, and the pattern on it also remains unchanged.

  "Could it be this key?" Retrieving the crystal, Ding Yan took out the key and placed it on top of the residual map.

  Time is passing minute by minute and second by second.

  Half a cup of tea time passed again.

  The picture remains the same.

  Ding Yan let out a bitter laugh, not expecting that he had guessed wrong twice. After placing the jade bottle on top of the residual diagram and retreating two steps back, Ding Yan's divine sense emerged once again to carefully observe the changes in the residual diagram.

  Time has passed like incense smoke.

  A whiff of fragrance has passed by...

  After waiting for a whole time, Ding Yan finally confirmed that this residual map would not change at all.

  Ding Yan smiled wryly and turned back to Old Man Mo, saying "Old Man Mo, are you certain you haven't made a mistake?"

  "It's definitely not wrong!" Old Mo shook his head "Could there be something else in the box?"

  Old Mo reluctantly walked over and turned the box upside down.

  But it's clear that there is nothing inside the box anymore.

  Ding Yan was also speechless for a moment. He had thought that after entering the ancestral house, he would learn many things, but now it seemed that there were even more doubts.

  Firstly, how did Mo's unnamed ancestor know of his arrival?

  If it's said to be numerology, Ding Yan would definitely not believe it. Because the Taoist level of numerology is really too rare, to a certain extent, it's even more precious than immortal techniques. If it's said that Mo family's ancestor obtained the Taoist level of numerology, how could the Mo family appear in the mortal world?

  There is also the stone path person inside the stone carving on the wall.

  This person is simply a mystery. Ding Yan even suspected that this person might be from the same world as him.

  "You said that the thing inside the box mentioned by our ancestors, could it be this jade liquid inside this bottle?" Old Master Mo wondered, having somehow picked up the jade bottle.

  He firmly believed that his ancestors would never deceive their descendants. Because in the records of Mojia Village, the ancestors actually left five prophecies, except for the last one, the previous four have all come true. It was also because of this that Old Man Mo was able to confirm at the moment he saw Ding Yan that he was indeed a descendant of the Ding surname immortal.

  "Perhaps..." Ding Yan said uncertainly.

  To be exact, the jade liquid in the bottle is also considered as something inside the box.

  Old Mo heard this and directly pulled out the cork, pouring the jade liquid onto the remaining diagram.

  The moment the bottle cap is opened, a fragrance wafts out, as if it were an aged wine that intoxicates people.

  "Old man, wait!" Ding Yan stopped him.

  But it's clearly one step too late.

  The dewdrop fell on the remaining picture and was absorbed into it in the blink of an eye.

  Ding Yan saw the situation and was first stunned, then said "It's really something inside this bottle!"

  After absorbing the jade liquid, one black small character after another appeared on the residual map. The original places that were like scribbles at this moment also connected together, forming a complete map of a huge ancient city.

  "City of Wrongful Death!" Upon seeing the last three ancient characters that appeared on the residual image, Ding Yan took a cold breath.

  "Later generations, since you have unlocked the secrets on the residual map, it also proves that Mo certain saw the future come true on the tombstone of injustice. To thank you, Mo certain left three things for you in the brocade box, apart from the true spirit liquid, the other two things are also very useful, I hope you use them carefully..."

  A hoarse voice flashed through Ding Yan's mind.

  Regretful in spirit.

  With Ding Yan's experience, he could see at a glance that this voice was sealed in the residual diagram by some predecessor with the supreme technique. As long as the seal was opened, this voice would appear.

  "Mo Shi Monument?" Ding Yan muttered to himself, committing this name to memory.

  His gaze fell on the remaining picture once again.

  "In vain death city, existing in the legendary ghost town, but how many people know that this city of vain death is actually the place where Huang Quan Old Immortal sat and transformed..."

  "Yellow Spring Old Immortal?" Ding Yan's eyes revealed a hint of shock. He composed himself and continued reading on.

  'Huangquan Old Immortal, the only existence that has passed through nine dispersal calamities in ten thousand years! It is said that within this unjust death city, there are his cultivation methods and the secrets of successfully passing through nine dispersal calamities. Unfortunately, Mo certain has no fate...' The message from the old ancestor of the Mo family ends here.

  Obviously, Mo's ancestors did not get these things either.