The Hua Xia group, guided by Leng Shan's hounds, advanced through the tomb passage into a vast space.
"Old Jiang, are you sure this is a tomb? What kind of tomb has mountains, water, flowers, and grass? This place is more elegant than any park outside," He Dazhuang asked Jiang Dajunshi, astonished by the scenery.
"This… perhaps, maybe, it's a tomb. After all, neither you nor I have ever seen a tomb like this," even the meticulous Jiang Junshi's speech became a bit muddled, likely a result of being infected by Ying Da Quexin's carelessness.
"I've been to our ancestor Qin Wang's tomb. There, mercury formed rivers and meteorites represented constellations. The tomb itself was a massive formation center. But this ancestor's tomb is entirely about beauty. The flowers and trees look real, and there are even fruit trees bearing fruit," Ying Xuan, knowledgeable about many things, described his ancestor's mausoleum to everyone, while also being awestruck by the current view.
"Cough, cough. Since no one else has seen anything like it, let me say a few words. If we're talking about extensive knowledge, it has to be from our Celestial Master sect," Zhang Haoran boasted to the group, earning them all mental curses.
"Old Ying, go deal with this show-off. If he dares to fight back, I'll deduct his ransom money this time." Our Great Leader Lin simply couldn't stand braggarts. Unlike the other captains from special zones, either they were eliminated or driven mad. The only one who remained relatively unharmed, Adam, was driven to bankruptcy.
"Old Zhang, it's the Great Leader who ordered me to beat you. For the sake of money, don't fight back, alright?" Ying Xuan grinned and charged towards Zhang Haoran.
From the depths of the mausoleum, two colossal shadowy figures watched the Hua Xia group's playful scuffle with indulgent eyes.
"Boss, these little ones are quite lively, and their talents are all good."
"Indeed, they are all good children. Only that kid who's hitting people is a bit slow-witted. By the way, where are those three impostors, Old Second?"
"Those three fools are still kowtowing after looking at the stone tablet I wrote. They won't get up until they've kowtowed ten thousand times."
Lin Zhan looked at Zhang Haoran's panda eyes and said, "Can we talk properly now?"
"Our Celestial Master sect's Taoist scriptures record that the physical bodies of great beings do not decay for ten thousand years after death, and their souls remain immortal. They intercept the origin of life and bury it in a spatial secret realm, awaiting rebirth."
"Therefore, this ancestor of the Dragon Rider clan should be such a great being as described in the scriptures. Let's venture a guess: this ancestor may have already been reborn and returned. Otherwise, why would the secret realm only be opened now?" Zhang Haoran shared the scriptures' record and his own conjecture with everyone.
"What level is this 'great being'?"
"'Great being' is a general term. In our Celestial Master sect, only the first and second generation Celestial Masters are called great beings. However, the records state that nearly ten Patriarchs from the thirty-second generation of our Celestial Master sect reached the King level."
"Uh, Old Zhang, let me ask you something else. How many Celestial Masters does your sect still have?" Ying Xuan asked anxiously.
"As far as I know, only the fifth, twelfth, and thirty-first generation Celestial Masters are still alive. Our Sect Leader Martial Uncle is the thirty-second generation Celestial Master. Why are you asking?"
"Never mind that for now. The fifth generation Celestial Master must be King-level. What about the other three seniors?" Su Dan Novel Network
"The twelfth generation Patriarch is also King-level. As for our Sect Leader Martial Uncle and Grandmaster, they are both Quasi-Kings."
"Lin Boss, it seems I can't beat this diviner anymore. His background is too strong. What if there are still several Celestial Master seniors alive?" Ying Xuan's focus seemed to be perpetually different from others.
"What are you afraid of? They are all our Hua Xia ancestors. In their eyes, we are all grandchildren. It's just that Old Zhang is a rather disappointing grandchild, so what if we beat him?" Lin Zhan saw things very clearly.
"Boss is right. I'll beat the diviner from now on," Ying Da Que also felt it made sense after hearing Lin Zhan's words.
"That's the spirit. We're all brothers, Old Zhang wouldn't hold a grudge, would he?" Lin Zhan patted Ying Xuan's shoulder, while inwardly thinking, "It wasn't me who hit him anyway, and the Celestial Master sect won't find me to settle the score."
"Boss, there's a situation," Xiao Jin and Leng Shan's two dragon mastiffs, who had gone ahead to scout, sent back a message to Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan hurriedly led the group forward. They saw a huge altar, upon which lay a massive sarcophagus, a full 5 meters long and 3 meters wide.
The three people from the Roman Holy See were kneeling before the sarcophagus, continuously kowtowing. Seeing the several large bumps on the Holy Son's forehead, everyone was a bit bewildered.
"What's the meaning of this? Are these three trying to recognize an ancestor?" Ying Xuan was the first to ask in confusion.
"If he wanted to recognize an ancestor, he wouldn't be a different species. He's kowtowing so earnestly, more like a grandson than us real grandsons," Lin Zhan felt his thoughts had been completely derailed by that idiot Ying Xuan.
"Why don't we go ask them who they're kowtowing to? Are they really trying to become grandchildren in Hua Xia?" Zhang Haoran was indeed a man of action.
"Old Leng, get your bow and arrow ready to aim at him. The three of us will go take a look."
Lin Zhan and the other two, armed with knives and swords, approached the altar. Whether it was because the Holy Son and his companions were dazed from kowtowing or because Lin Zhan's group was too skilled, no one noticed them.
Ying Xuan, holding the Qin Wang Sword, approached another contestant from the Holy See and asked, "Hey, buddy, who are you kowtowing to so seriously? How many have you done?"
The man, with stars in his eyes and a dazed expression, looked up and said, "Kowtowing to the ancestor. Almost ten thousand."
"Holy cow, buddy, you're really diligent. But you're not from here, whose ancestor are you kowtowing to?"
"How did you know I'm not from here? You... Holy cow, you're Ying Xuan!" The kowtowing man finally recognized the person in front of him.
"Holy Son, stop kowtowing, the Hua Xia people are here!" He then quickly pulled the Holy Son and another contestant who were still kowtowing.
The Holy Son looked up at Lin Zhan and the other two with a bewildered gaze: "Lin Zhan, you're late. Even if I kowtowed now, I wouldn't be able to catch up to me."
Lin Zhan and the other two exchanged glances: "Has this guy hit his head? What kind of ancestor would trap their grandchildren like this, making them kowtow ten thousand times?"
"It seems our ancestor also loved to joke. It turns out he ran into these people who are truly exceptional," Zhang Haoran's ancestors had never encountered one who made their descendants kowtow ten thousand times.
"Should we wait for them to finish kowtowing before we make a move? It feels a bit rude to stop them now when they're kowtowing so earnestly. Let's consider it as them kowtowing to our ancestor for us," Ying Xuan continued.
"I think that's a good idea. We'll wait a bit and let them kowtow slowly," Lin Zhan decided.
"Alright guys, you keep kowtowing. We'll wait for you to finish before we fight. No rush."
"Alright, thank you."
Lin Zhan and the other two...: Look how diligent they are.