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Chapter 1083: Crossing the Lake and Drinking the Strange Dew
Chapter 1083: Crossing the Lake and Drinking the Strange Dew
Gui Zihan approached the lakeside and said to Chen Chuan, "I'll go first."
Chen Chuan nodded in agreement, even though he knew that the First People should not encounter any issues. Still, they were a team, and certain procedures had to be followed.
Gui Zihan activated the Jieping's strong signal, which, within a short distance, could accurately reflect his physical condition. After adjusting his settings, he leaped into the lake, accompanied by two team members who also dove in.
However, as soon as they entered, the previously clear field signal weakened.
Chen Chuan had anticipated this, assuming it was some form of ritualistic barrier. Nonetheless, relying on his spiritual power, he could sense that the signals from the other side were stable, indicating that they were unharmed.
After a while, Gui Zihan emerged from the lake and nodded to everyone.
Chen Chuan ordered, "Go."
Following his command, the team members entered one by one, taking the time to set up various devices, including specially modified insects that would react to intruders. They had been preparing these measures throughout their journey.
However, those who could follow them were no ordinary individuals, so these devices served only as a slight warning, ensuring they weren't completely caught off guard during an enemy advance.
As more people entered the lake, everyone had prepared themselves to hold their breath, but upon reaching the interior, they did not encounter the expected situation. It felt as if they had passed through an invisible mist and were gradually descending, eventually crossing an invisible barrier and feeling solid ground beneath their feet.
Before them now was a space even more expansive than the previous Gemstone Lake. Two rows of spiral stone pillars, nearly a hundred meters tall, stood tall, stretching as far as the eye could see. Each pillar was adorned with intricate and unique carvings. In the distance, a wide and straight road appeared, easily accommodating ten carriages side by side.
Surrounding the road was a vast expanse of golden wheat fields, seemingly freshly ripened. The full wheat ears glowed softly, and a gentle breeze caused the wheat waves to sway, shimmering with golden light.
The First People who had entered earlier were already kneeling, tears streaming down their faces as they gazed upon this wondrous sight. They murmured, "Golden wheat fields... golden wheat fields..."
Chen Chuan, the last in the group, arrived and witnessed this astonishing scene. The golden wheat fields had long been a legendary tale among the First People of Yinglu.
It was said that the golden wheat fields, a legacy of the First People's ancestors, could yield a harvest every thirty days. Even in Daxun, tales of these fields were well-known, and in ancient times, emperors had sent envoys and mystics to search for them without success.
Now, it seemed that even if there was some exaggeration, the reality was not far off.
Food was the foundation of all, and with it, the rebuilding of Kavatuya was not just an empty dream but a real possibility.
Among the team was a technical expert who widened his eyes in excitement at the sight. "This must be a glowing wheat field, capable of growing underground. Many countries are currently researching this technology."
He exclaimed, "I never imagined that the First People had cultivated these fields in ancient times."
Someone asked in confusion, "If they had this technology back then, were they more advanced than us?"
The technical expert shook his head. "Not necessarily. Many technologies are developed from the initial cultivation and improvement of the original species. However, the world has yet to find a suitable original species, so we've been breeding and optimizing generation after generation. If the First People had already found a suitable species, they could have saved themselves a lot of trouble."
He surveyed the surroundings and added, "Look at their irrigation system; it's still relatively primitive..."
The team's ritual expert disagreed with this statement. In their opinion, while a technical analysis might lead to such a conclusion, it was evident that complex and sophisticated esoteric rituals were also employed here.
Even with primitive irrigation methods, they achieved better results. With these capabilities, using more advanced technology would be redundant, not to mention more resource-intensive and costly to maintain. The current system was perfect as it was.
After a while, Lie Feng Changzhe stood up and glanced to both sides. At the entrance of the wide road, he noticed statues of strange snake-like creatures with lifelike carvings. Each snake's mouth was positioned near a gourd-shaped luminous stone cup filled with milky white liquid.
He quickly ran to one of the cups, grabbed it, and hurried back to Chen Chuan, offering it to him with both hands. "Honored guest, please drink."
Chen Chuan took the cup without asking what it was and took a sip. It tasted like a mixture of honey and milk, with a smooth and pleasant texture.
And he discovered that this thing could provide abundant energy, comparable to the ingredients of the Confluence Land, and after drinking it, the sense of rejection also slightly diminished.
This is a good thing.
The other First People also raised their gourd cups, offering them to the other members. Seeing Chen Chuan drink, they all took a sip, and there was a lot of liquid inside.
Originally, some people intended to take a sip or two as a gesture, but after drinking it, they felt so good that they couldn't help but take a few more sips, and then another, until they unknowingly finished the entire cup.
The martial artists present were fine, only feeling a slight warmth in their bodies. However, the ordinary people who drank it had flushed faces, dizzy minds, and were extremely excited, similar to a state of intoxication.
This was because the liquid contained an abundance of nutrients, which they couldn't absorb all at once.
At this moment, Chen Chuan unexpectedly discovered that a few of them had slightly divergent tissue growing in their bodies. He was slightly moved and asked, "Lie Feng Changzhe, is this drink very precious?"
Lie Feng Changzhe replied, "In the past, this was the sweet nectar used to nurture Holy Site Warriors. Every ten years, each tribe would send carefully selected tribal warriors to drink the nectar. If they were recognized by the deity, they might undergo a metamorphosis. After further nurturing by the Holy Site, those who excelled among them could become Holy Site Warriors."
As he spoke, he held up the empty gourd cup and drew a line in a particular spot, saying, "It takes ten years of accumulation to produce a shallow sip."
Chen Chuan glanced at the spot he was referring to. If that was the case, then it had been at least a hundred years since anyone had drunk from it.
However, despite the large quantity, after such a long time, it was uncertain how much of the previous effects remained...
But this thing could cause ordinary people to grow divergent tissue, which made it a strategic resource. However, it likely had certain conditions.
Those brought here had already undergone a selection process and were those with the potential to grow divergent tissue. This drink merely provided them with an opportunity. Moreover, there was too little of it to be used on a large scale.
Despite a few members of the team growing divergent tissue, those who could join the team were already elite. Furthermore, these people were adults, so even if they grew divergent tissue, they had no potential left.
After some thought, Chen Chuan said, "Lie Feng Changzhe, I've observed the entrance, and it seems it doesn't discriminate against entrants. If we can enter, others who find this place could also enter, right?"
The One-Eyed Elder replied, "Yes, but..." He held up the obsidian spearhead, "Once we take the key away from here, unless someone knows the exact location, even if they enter the lake, they will end up elsewhere. There's no need to worry."
"We can now go find the Ancestral Altar. As long as we perform the sacrificial rites and receive the blessings of the Ancestral Gods, we can control every portal in the Ancestral Corridor through the Throat of Spirit."
As he spoke, he looked ahead, "The Ancestral Gods haven't responded to us for a long time, but now that we're here, we can hear their call."
Chen Chuan looked towards the road ahead. After arriving here, he hadn't sensed any transcendent spiritual power, only the force field created by the esoteric rituals. What Lie Feng Changzhe felt was probably this.
Even if they couldn't find the ancestral god of the Isumtalans, it didn't matter. If outsiders followed them in, he could handle it.
Just then, he felt the map he carried slightly warm up. Sensing something amiss, he took it out from under his cloak and unfolded it. To his surprise, the patterns on the map had changed, perhaps due to their arrival here.
The first thing he noticed was a straight line, with golden wheat patterns on both sides, clearly indicating their current location.
However, he could see that this road was long on the map, and there was writing on the road surface, seemingly indicating a vehicle for transporting people.
Lie Feng Changzhe also leaned over to take a look. After seeing the writing, he suddenly seemed to realize something and immediately called for all the First People to follow him. They searched along the edge of the steps and soon made a discovery.
They found strange vehicles hanging from the edge of the steps and shouted for them to be pulled up. The Daxun group also went to help, and in the end, they found twenty-one vehicles.
These vehicles resembled sailboats, with a large sail on top and wheels underneath. Each vehicle seemed capable of carrying three to five people.
Lie Feng Changzhe and the First People were excited as they jumped onto the vehicles and waved for the others to join them.
Chen Chuan raised an eyebrow at this and called for everyone to board the vehicles.
Once everyone was standing, Lie Feng Changzhe raised the obsidian spearhead and pointed forward. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind filled the sail, propelling the vehicles forward like arrows released from a bow, racing towards the other end of the avenue.
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(End of Chapter)
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