Chapter 1085: A Long Journey and Gains

After entering the entrance above, Chen Chuan slowly drifted upwards. He looked around. The walls around him were far away from him and covered with glowing moss, but the light was not bright enough and could only slightly illuminate the surrounding situation.

There are no climbing tools here. If you are not a fighter, you cannot get up without the help of tools.

After reaching the top, he found that there were layers of platform edges shrouded in fog. Although it could not block his sight, the place was very vast. He didn't know where what he was looking for was, and it might take some time to search for it.

Just as he was thinking this, the obsidian spear in his hand vibrated slightly. He immediately relaxed a little, letting his arm point in a direction. He turned his eyes and floated towards that direction.

Finally, he stood on the edge of a platform. When he got here, the vibration of the spear stopped. He looked ahead and it seemed that this should be the correct place.

Elder Liefeng said that only the Divine Guards could obtain the qualification to enter here, but when this person was chanting just now, he could not detect any response from the magical power. At most, there was only a weak spiritual power that echoed with the secret ceremony itself, and what was mobilized was nothing more than the power that existed in the secret ceremony itself.

So he thought that anyone who held a spear and entered here in the right way should be qualified to obtain the things here.

His guess was not without reason. During the war between the immigrants from the Western Continent and the First People, the natural spirits worshipped by the First People did appear, but in the end they were unable to save the situation. With the collapse of the entire dynasty, these natural spirits disappeared one after another.

Without nearly a hundred years of sacrifices and tributes, it is really hard to say what state it can maintain.

In fact, let alone hundreds of years ago, the traitor entered here more than eighty years ago. The remaining holy land warriors fought with him and died together with the invader. This was their home court. It can be seen that the natural spirit of the Throat of the Stars does not have much power. Maybe it is sleeping somewhere, or maybe it has dissipated long ago.

While he was thinking, he had already walked across the open area outside. The originally thick fog gradually dissipated, and the ground also became a little different.

It was originally a solid stone platform, but now it made a hollow sound when stepped on, as if it was made of some kind of metal plate. However, after walking a few more steps, I was sure that it was made of some kind of wood that was similar to metal. It was not necessarily very comfortable, so using this kind of thing must have a special purpose and need.

Looking around, he saw those snake-like statues on both sides again. They were about twenty meters high and facing him on the left and right. Logically, this scene should be solemn and terrifying, but inside the vast space, a sense of sacred solemnity was created.

He walked through the middle of the statue, and then three floating bridges appeared in front of him, each leading to a different direction.

Chen Chuan suddenly felt something at this moment. He took out the map from his coat, unfolded it and took a look. The scene on the map changed under the light, and what was presented at this moment seemed to be the scene he saw before his eyes.

There are three passages pointing in different directions, marked with red, blue, purple and white characters, each with four characters of the original people on it.

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he could only choose one of these paths, and he only had one chance.

His eyes moved slightly. This should be the hint given to him by Mi Yi. In fact, there should be guards here, and there may also be the attention of natural spirits, so it is indeed impossible to violate it. However, all this no longer exists, so it should be no problem for him to check all three roads one by one.

But his goal this time was very clear. Since he was still uncertain how many people would covet the Throat of the Stars after it was opened, there was no need to waste time on it. He should first find the place that was most likely to store what he needed.

This was not a difficult choice. He did not recognize the words on the map, but across the floating bridge, he could see a red mangrove on the left, as warm as fire and full of vitality. At first glance, it looked like a fluttering flame.

This should be the place chosen by fighters who take the path of the different aspects. Although the name may be different in Yinglu, the branches derived from it should be similar.

On the right side is a cloud of blue smoke, ethereal and invisible, with countless fluorescent seed-like objects slowly floating in it. This should be the path chosen by the practitioners of the divine aspect.

And this one in the middle...

It is a purple plant suspended in mid-air with countless vines connecting it. In the middle of it seems to be a curled up oval fruit object, which looks like a person curled up in his arms, or a baby in the womb.

This should be where the human face should go.

As for the white markings on the map...

He looked up at the top. There was a large hole in the middle. The surrounding white mist was sucked there and sometimes shrank and sometimes bulged out. This was undoubtedly another alienated plant. The white characters on the map were different from the other three characters. So according to his guess, going this way might not lead to becoming a divine guard, but to the path to the gods. As for whether to merge with the gods or to offer oneself as a sacrifice to the gods, it was unknown.

He withdrew his gaze and walked directly towards the floating bridge in the middle. As he walked past it, a lot of fog emerged from behind him, covering the paths leading to the other floating bridges.

He ignored all this and walked straight to the front of the purple plant. When he got closer, he suddenly felt a surge of vitality. Apparently after hundreds of years, this thing was still alive and well. At this moment, he could see that there was a thin layer of something like a membrane in the middle of this thing.

He thought about it, stretched out his hand and tore off the membrane, revealing a cavity inside. It looked like it could just accommodate one person. It was somewhat similar to the resonance nest used by the resonator.

After taking a few glances, he stepped back and looked around. He roughly understood.
After arriving here, those holy land warriors, or divine guards, should have entered this alienated plant to practice, and perhaps held some religious ceremonies. The plant then transported all kinds of nutrients needed by the practitioners through its surrounding tentacles.

There is also the possibility that this plant itself has the function of assisting spiritual practice. Perhaps one can get help from natural spirits at that time, so the practice may be faster, and there will always be someone to guide, so problems are less likely to occur.

This is a good method that can greatly increase the probability of success.

However, fighters trained in this way may all be the same, with nothing special about them, but at least they are firm and pious. This can also explain why there are so few holy land warriors. After all, the suitable ones are a minority. The first thing the upper class of the first people values is not personal potential, but faith.

Moreover, this method of practice must be in line with the secret inheritance of the primitive people. If I choose to practice in it, it will not work.

In this case……

He walked to one side and came to the root where the tentacles were connected. Sure enough, he found translucent capsules growing from the tentacles. Several of them, large and small, were piled together at about the same height as a person. Under the light, it was obvious that there was something inside.

He reached out his hand and easily cut a hole in the tough sac skin. Then he reached in and grabbed a handful of brown liquid from it. Immediately, a strong herbal scent emanated from it, with a slightly imperceptible smell of blood.

His eyes moved slightly, because he almost immediately determined that this was a drug similar to purple blood glue.

It's exactly what I need!

Although the main source of the material here should be some kind of creature from the fusion of Yinglu, and there may be some special plants mixed in it, and there are a lot of impurities, but it can indeed be used by him, and the quality is very high, probably because the biological level that provides the tissue is at a higher level.

He discussed some of these issues with Mr. Zhuan. The organisms that can provide these resources generally voluntarily agree to cooperate with humans, so that the quality of the tissues provided is good enough.

If you kill it directly, the quality of the tissue may plummet, and after killing it, it will no longer be able to provide a steady supply of materials.

After thinking for a while, he saw that the crack he had just torn closed again. He thought about it again, shook his hands, and looked at other tentacles. He found that the other materials he needed were also available here. Not only these, but also some other things he didn't recognize or heard of.

There is just one problem. There is too little of this liquid medicine. It is not enough. Moreover, it has been here for at least a hundred or eighty years. There should not be much medicinal effect left.

But he was not worried, because these could not be the only medicines. There must be a place to display or store these supplies, and in order to facilitate replenishment, the storage location must not be too far away.

If it were in the past, he would definitely not be allowed to walk around in such a sacred place, but now no one came out to stop him. Besides, the only owner had contributed the things here. In theory, everything displayed or stored here was theirs, so he didn't have to worry too much.

He calmed his mind and looked for a while, and soon he found something. There was a well-shaped opening on the top of each side, and a pulley cable and a reinforced wooden board in the middle. There was undoubtedly someone here at the beginning, and if anything was needed, it could be sent down directly from there, and the things were most likely placed there.

So he thought about it, and his body suddenly jumped up, and in an instant he reached the top and stood at the edge of the well.

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(End of this chapter)

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