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Chapter 1085: The Long Road to Success
Chapter 1085: The Long Road to Success
After entering the upper entrance, Chen Chuan slowly drifted upwards, observing the walls on both sides. The walls were distant, with glowing moss clinging to them, but the light was insufficient, only slightly illuminating the surrounding conditions.
There were no climbing tools here. Without the assistance of tools, it would be impossible to ascend without being a martial artist.
Upon reaching the upper level, he discovered a series of terraces shrouded in mist. Although the mist did not obstruct his vision, the area was vast, and he had no idea where the object of his search was located, which might require some time to find.
Just as he was thinking about this, the obsidian lance in his hand gently vibrated. He immediately relaxed a little, allowing it to guide his arm towards a specific direction. With a glance, he drifted in that direction.
Finally, he stood on a terrace. Upon reaching this spot, the vibration of the lance also ceased. He looked ahead, and it seemed that this was indeed the correct location.
Only martial artists of the Guardian of the Gods level could obtain the qualification to enter this place. However, when the elder was reciting earlier, Chen Chuan could not sense even a trace of divine power. At most, there was only a faint spiritual force resonating with the ritual itself, and the power that was activated was merely the power inherent in the ritual.
Therefore, he believed that as long as one held the lance and entered this place using the correct method, they should have the qualification to obtain the treasures within.
His speculation was not without reason. During the war between the West Continent immigrants and the First Folk, the nature spirits worshipped by the First Folk did emerge at times. However, in the end, they were unable to reverse the tide of defeat. With the collapse of the entire dynasty, these nature spirits disappeared one after another.
Moreover, without nearly a century of worship and offerings, it was truly difficult to say what state they might be in.
In fact, not to mention a century, eighty years ago, when the traitor entered this place, the remaining Holy Site warriors fought against the invader, and they ended up in mutual destruction. This occurred in their own territory, indicating that the nature spirits in the Throat of Star Spirits truly lacked power. Perhaps they were currently in a state of slumber, or perhaps they had already dissipated long ago.
As he pondered, he had already traversed the vast expanse outside. The initially dense mist gradually dispersed, and the ground beneath his feet began to feel different.
Originally, it was a hard stone platform, but now, as he stepped on it, a hollow sound emanated from beneath his feet. It was as if it were constructed from some metal-like board material. However, after taking a few more steps, he confirmed that it was a type of wood resembling metal. To say that it was particularly comfortable would be an exaggeration, so there must be a special purpose and need for using this material.
He glanced around, and on both sides, he once again saw those serpentine statues, towering at over twenty meters in height. At this moment, one on the left and another on the right stood facing him. Logically, this scene should have been ominous and terrifying, but within the vast space, a sense of sacred solemnity had been created.
He walked through the middle position between the statues. At this moment, three floating bridges appeared before him, each leading to a different direction.
Chen Chuan suddenly felt something at this moment. He took out the map and unfolded it for a closer look. Under the light, the map's scene underwent another transformation, seemingly matching the scene before his eyes.
There were three passages leading to different directions, marked with red, blue, purple, and white characters, each with four First Folk inscriptions.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of choice, as if the ritual was giving him a hint. In reality, this place should have had guardians, and perhaps even the attention of nature spirits. Therefore, there should have been no violations, but now, none of that existed anymore, so even if he were to examine all three paths, it should not be a problem.
However, his goal this time was very clear. Since it was still uncertain how much covetousness the opening of the Throat of Star Spirits would attract, there was no need to waste time on it. He should first find the most likely location where the things he needed were stored.
This choice was not difficult. He did not recognize the inscriptions on the map, but by looking across the floating bridges, he could see that on the left was a crimson red tree, vibrant like fire, and full of life.
This should be the path for those who followed the Aberrant Aspect. Although the name might be different on the Yinglu side, the derived branches should be similar.
On the right side, however, was a blue mist, ethereal and formless. Countless fluorescent-like objects floated and danced slowly within it. This should be the path for those who followed the Divine Aspect.
As for the one in the middle...
It was a purple plant with numerous vines connected, hovering in midair. In the center seemed to be an ovoid fruit in a fetal position, resembling a person curled up or a fetus in a mother's womb.
This should be the path for those who followed the Human Aspect.
As for the white markings on the map...
He looked up at the top and saw that in the middle, there was a larger cavity with surrounding glowing mist bands adhering to it. This was undoubtedly another divergent plant.
The white characters on the map differed from the other three, leading him to speculate that this path might not lead to becoming a Guardian of the Gods, but rather to the deities themselves. Whether it was a path to merging with the gods or becoming a sacrificial offering to them was unclear.
He withdrew his gaze and headed straight for the central floating bridge. As he walked across, mist emerged behind him, obscuring the paths to the other bridges.
Unconcerned, he approached the aberrant purple plant. Up close, he felt an overwhelming life force emanating from it. Despite its age, the plant thrived. At its center was a thin membrane-like layer, resembling a cocoon.
He tore open the membrane, revealing a cavity that could accommodate a person, reminiscent of the resonance nests used by Resonators.
After a quick inspection, he stepped back and surveyed the surroundings. He surmised that the Holy Warriors or Guardians, upon reaching this place, would enter these aberrant plants to meditate. They might also perform esoteric rituals within, while the plant's tendrils supplied them with essential nutrients.
The plant itself might possess properties that aided in meditation, and the practitioners could potentially receive guidance from nature spirits, ensuring a faster and safer journey. This method significantly increased the chances of success.
However, the fighters trained in this manner might become homogeneous, lacking individuality. The upper echelons of the First Folk valued faith over personal potential, which explained the scarcity of Holy Warriors. This method of cultivation likely aligned with the secret traditions of the First Folk.
He walked to the side, reaching the point where the tendrils connected to the roots. There, he discovered clusters of semi-transparent sacs, each the size of a person, hanging at eye level. The light revealed that they contained something.
He sliced open one of the sacs with ease, its tough skin yielding to his touch. He reached inside and withdrew a handful of brown liquid, releasing a potent herbal scent with a hint of blood.
His eyes narrowed as he instantly recognized it as a substance similar to Purple Blood Paste.
This was exactly what he needed!
Although the primary source of the ingredients was likely a fusion species from Yinglu, possibly mixed with a special plant, the quality was exceptional, perhaps due to the higher dimensional nature of the providing organism.
He had discussed such matters with Mr. Zuan. Organisms that willingly cooperated with humans provided superior-quality organic matter. Killing them could degrade the quality of the harvested material, and they would no longer be a sustainable source.
After a few moments of contemplation, he noticed the torn membrane had resealed itself. He shook his hand and examined other tendrils, finding not only the materials he required but also unfamiliar substances.
However, there was a problem—the liquid medicine was scarce, insufficient for his needs, and after being stored for over a century, it had likely lost much of its potency.
Unconcerned, he knew that there must be a place for storing or replenishing these substances, conveniently located nearby for easy access. In the past, such a sacred site would not have allowed him to roam freely, but with no one to stop him and the original owner having relinquished ownership, he was free to explore.
He focused his mind and soon discovered two well-like openings on either side, each with a pulley rope and a reinforced plank. Someone had once operated from above, lowering supplies as needed.
With a thought, he soared upward, reaching the edge of the well-like opening.
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