Chapter 1190: A Magical Encounter

"Don't get lost in the divine traces first; continue."

Chen Guanlou wasn't bewitched; he had a firm cognition. Standing on the shoulders of modern technological information giants, his skills might be mediocre, but in terms of knowledge, no one could compare to him.

Cultivation, right? Immortal-hero fantasy novels had already written it to death, all kinds of strange accidents, things he could think of and things he couldn't think of, he had seen in novels. Regarding cultivation, he was full of anticipation, but not particularly urgent.

He had already achieved longevity; whether he could find the cultivation world or whether he could cultivate, what difference did it make if it were a hundred years earlier or two hundred years later?

For him, time could achieve all goals and could also destroy everything in the world.

The thing he lacked the least was time.

Zhang Daohe was already struggling to hide his excitement just from the recollection.

"Brother Chen, you didn't go to the scene to witness it; that scene, I firmly believe that there really were divine traces in that place."

"Did you go down into the tomb?" Chen Guanlou asked, directly skipping the unimportant process and hurrying into the theme.

Zhang Daohe nodded. "The ancient tomb is nothing to talk about; it was empty. Perhaps hundreds of years ago, or even thousands of years ago, someone had already been in. Only the sword in the main tomb chamber was astonishing."

"How astonishing?"

"Have you seen a sword that communicates with the human heart and can communicate with people? Have you seen a sword that kills with autonomous consciousness? I saw it!"

Chen Guanlou hurriedly asked, "Did you bring it out?"

Zhang Daohe shook his head, his expression very regretful.

"The people who followed me into the underground palace all died. Only I reached the main tomb chamber, pulled out the sharp sword, and heard the call from hundreds of years ago. It has its own consciousness and its own will; it refused to leave. If I had tried to force it out, it would have killed me. Its moves were very fierce, the likes of which I had never seen before. Although I was lucky enough to win by a narrow margin, it had one more trump card: the choice to self-destruct! Brother Chen, a weapon self-destructing—can you imagine that scene?"

"And then you vaguely touched the edge of cultivation?"

"No! I couldn't bear to see it destroy itself, so I chose to give up. Then I stayed in the ancient tomb and chatted with it. We chatted for a long, long time. Based on what it expressed, I speculated that it should have been brought into the ancient tomb by the tomb owner a thousand years ago."

"What about the tomb owner?" Chen Guanlou was like listening to a myth story, not making any judgments about truth or falsehood.

Truth or falsehood didn't matter; what mattered was cultivation!

"It told me that the tomb owner lay in the coffin and slept for a while, then left. I speculated that the tomb owner should have been hiding in the ancient tomb to go into seclusion, and then ascended. You also know that objects have no concept of time. It only said it slept for a while; I'm afraid this sleep lasted for a very long time."

"Anything else?"

These were indeed shocking, but not enough to make Zhang Daohe so convinced about the cultivation channel. There must be more; the guy surnamed Zhang was long-winded and just refused to say the key point.

Chen Guanlou didn't stand on ceremony and simply pressed on. He had to force the other party to spit out some truth.

"I also chose to go into seclusion in the ancient tomb! Brother Chen, do you believe me?"

"Tell me and I'll listen."

"When I was in seclusion in the ancient tomb, I felt as if my soul had left my body and I had taken a trip to the cultivation world."

Chen Guanlou frowned. Could it be a dream, where the environment made people associate things, entering a kind of illusion like eating poisonous mushrooms? Or, he was poisoned in the ancient tomb, and the poison produced hallucinations.

"It wasn't a hallucination!" Zhang Daohe obviously knew what he was thinking. "It was that sword that took me into the cultivation world!"

"How are you sure it was that sword that took you?" Chen Guanlou frowned; he felt the other party was becoming more and more god-like and ghost-like, worthy of being a cult leader. Describing his own experience, it carried a bit of ghost and god color.

Listening to it as a story was excellent.

Listening to it as a true event and using it as a goal was a bit difficult for people.

Now Chen Guanlou could only listen patiently.

"Because at that time in the cultivation world, the sword was in my arms. The place I went to seemed to be a marketplace, and the market was full of various cultivation artifacts. I even saw some legendary divine medicines!"

"Didn't you buy any?"

"I had no money! They had exclusive currency, and I had nothing; I couldn't even buy a blade of grass."

"How long did you stay there?"

"About three days."

"And you didn't do anything?"

"What can I do with this level of cultivation? Yes, I can defeat a small portion of low-level cultivators, but I can't withstand their numerous magical artifacts. Any random artifact thrown out could cost me my old life. If I'm not careful, I fall into a trap dug by someone else. It's endlessly annoying. However, I did hear that there is a sect in the local area with considerable strength that is currently recruiting disciples. Unfortunately, I only stayed for three days before being sent back to the ancient tomb by the sword."

"Why did the sword take you to the cultivation world? Did you say something or do something?"

"I made a wish!" Zhang Daohe admitted generously. "I remembered that when we first opened the underground palace, you asked me to kneel and pray piously, and then we both obtained the opportunity. So, I knelt and prayed piously to the tomb owner's coffin, and then I went into seclusion. I didn't expect the sword to take me into the cultivation world to travel for three days."

Chen Guanlou bared his teeth; the more he said, the more magical it became!

His brain was a bit swollen and noisy. Regardless of truth or falsehood, he continued to listen.

"What about that sword? It stayed in the tomb?"

"No! After returning from the cultivation world to the ancient tomb, the sword disappeared. I suspect that it must have consumed a lot of magic power to take me to the cultivation world. After returning, it hid itself to go into seclusion. I pondered carefully again that if we want to go to the cultivation world, we must first find the channel. There must be similar channels for immortals to enter and exit within the Great Gan territory. Secondly, we must find a guide—not necessarily a real person, but something related to the cultivation world that can open the channel. What do you think of my train of thought?"

"A bit interesting!"

Chen Guanlou truly felt it was a bit interesting, not just perfunctory!

If what the other party said was true, the cultivation world—he must go and take a look. Regardless of whether he cultivates or not, the key is to go and open his eyes. He wouldn't even mind watching wild cats and dogs fighting on the side of the road; how could he miss the cultivation world?

As a qualified spectator, he absolutely couldn't miss this excitement. As for the risks, as the saying goes, wealth is sought in danger.

If it were fake, Chen Guanlou looked at the other party curiously; to be able to weave lies to this extent, he must have used a lot of brains. After all, the strange stories of this era, including the records of the early Great Yu Dynasty, were all ambiguous and drifting regarding descriptions of cultivation.

Zhang Daohe was specific about the marketplace, specific about the sect recruiting disciples—it was a bit interesting. He didn't know how many books he had read and how much information he had collected to have such a rich imagination.

"Do you believe me?" Zhang Daohe asked again.

It seemed he had encountered countless doubts, and no one had believed him so far. After all, the people who went down into the tomb with him all died, and no one could testify for him.

Chen Guanlou nodded, then shook his head. "Half and half!"

Zhang Daohe:...

What do you mean? Can you speak clearly! ===== CHAPTER 1191 =====