Chapter 1174: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1174 Arrival at Gui Xu!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The three set off.

Zhao Ziyue's flat boat, about a zhang long, looked shabby as hell, but it was actually quite stable with three people aboard.

Zhao Ziyue sat at the bow, while Xu Zhangqing and Linglong sat side by side in the center of the boat.

The flat boat cut through the Chaos Fog, drifting in a direction completely different from that of the North Dipper Immortal Mansion.

Along the way, they encountered quite a few cultivators withdrawing from the Chaos Sea.

A team of cultivators from Nanming Flame Continent in the Endless Star Domain saw the group on the flat boat from afar; the leader, Chi Yan Shangren, twitched the corner of his mouth, deliberately slowed his escape light by an hour, then cupped his hands toward Xu Zhangqing from a distance before flying off in the opposite direction without looking back.

Jian Wuchen of Lingyun Sword Pavilion on Xiji Jianzhou also withdrew halfway with several disciples; upon seeing Xu Zhangqing and Zhao Ziyue sitting side by side on the flat boat, he raised his sword eyebrows slightly.

He was a smart man; he knew what it meant for a North Dipper Direct Disciple and a Gui Xu Agent to travel together without needing to ask.

Taking advantage of the quiet, Xu Zhangqing voiced the question he had been harboring: "Lao Zhao, what is the Gui Xu Dragon Tomb like?"

Zhao Ziyue said with a half-smile: "Actually, these are two different matters."

"The Gui Xu Dragon Tomb sounds like the same place, but they are actually lumped together."

"The Dragon Tomb is exactly what it says: the place where the Dragon Race is buried after death."

"From ancient times to the present, any Dragon Race member who perished in the Floating World Four Domains, the Endless Star Domain, the Tianyuan Realm, or even other Boundary Realms—"

"as long as they did not suffer soul annihilation, would eventually be drawn by Gui Xu and buried in the Dragon Tomb."

Xu Zhangqing, hearing this, looked thoughtful: "Oh?"

"But Gui Xu is not the Dragon Tomb."

Zhao Ziyue continued: "Gui Xu has existed far longer than the Dragon Race."

"How long? Even the Lord of Gui Xu does not know."

"He is the manager of Gui Xu, but Gui Xu was not built by him."

"Gui Xu was already there before the Dragon Race was even born."

"And Gui Xu deliberately lured the Dragon Race there."

Xu Zhangqing was very curious: "Why?"

Zhao Ziyue shook his head: "The reason—the Lord of Gui Xu has never told me."

"Perhaps there is some connection between the Dragon Race bloodline and Gui Xu."

"But don't count on me too much for a reliable answer."

"To put it plainly, the Diao Yu Zhe are merely servants of the Lord of Gui Xu!"

The flat boat traveled on; the closer they got to Gui Xu, the stranger the surrounding scenery became.

The gray-white mist of the Chaos Sea gradually faded, replaced by a boundless expanse of dark water.

There were no waves on the water, no wind, not even a ripple.

The color of the water was hard to describe with any known color, like a twilight forever congealed between dusk and night.

Looking down, one could faintly see that in the extremely deep depths beneath the water, countless slender shadows were swimming.

It was unclear what exactly they were, but they were definitely not living creatures.

Linglong poked half her body out, her eyes wide and round, her face half curious and half nervous.

She had not been to many places since childhood.

Aside from the Tianyuan Realm, there was only Qinglong Donglu and the Chaos Sea she had seen before.

But this expanse of water before her eyes was completely different from those places.

The Chaos Sea was dangerous, its danger out in the open, full of Unique Species and Tribulation Cultivators everywhere.

This place before her eyes, however, was a deathly silence that penetrated the soul.

On the water in the distance floated a withered tree.

The tree trunk of that tree was bent into a half-circle arc; its branches had long since lost their leaves, and bare twigs hung full of silver threads.

The next second, a string of bubbles rose beneath the tree.

A blurry phantom glided silently past beside the tree trunk.

Linglong cried out in surprise: "Father, is that a dragon?"

Zhao Ziyue answered the question for Xu Zhangqing: "The Dragon Race drawn by Gui Xu—some have been here too long, their bones rotted away, leaving only a wisp of dragon soul."

"The dragon souls here are different from the dragons you see outside."

"They have no consciousness, no spiritual intelligence, and no aggressiveness."

"However... you had best not stare at them for too long."

Hearing this, Linglong quickly withdrew her gaze, sat back properly in the center of the boat, but still couldn't help sneaking glances into the water.

After flying another stretch, a row of small floating reefs appeared ahead, spaced with extreme precision, as if someone had deliberately arranged them this way.

At the top of each floating reef was embedded a dull, lusterless bead.

The surface of the beads was covered in cracks, and occasionally a faint glimmer would flash in their depths.

"Those are Dragon Eye beads."

Zhao Ziyue pointed at those beads with his fishing rod: "On the outskirts of Gui Xu, they have existed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years; the Dragon Race essence within has long been drained dry by Gui Xu."

"Now they are just empty shells, not even enough for illumination."

"But this thing is worth a lot outside; a single intact Dragon Eye bead can be exchanged for a small mining district at an auction in the Endless Star Domain."

As soon as the words fell, Linglong looked at Xu Zhangqing with an expectant gaze.

Xu Zhangqing raised his hand and grabbed, pulling the nearest few Dragon Eye pearls over.

Linglong couldn't catch them with both hands, so she had to lift her hem and catch them all in it.

As the small boat continued deeper, dragon-shaped phantoms began appearing in groups on the water surface.

They were more complete than the dragon souls at the Outer Perimeter; at least the contours of dragon horns, whiskers, and tails could be made out, but their body size was only as large as an arm.

They shuttled back and forth on the dark water surface, like a swarm of fireflies.

Linglong leaned over the boat edge watching them swim to and fro, reaching out to touch them from time to time.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the water surface, that group of dragon phantoms scattered as if startled.

Xu Zhangqing spread his Divine Sense, perceiving the increasingly dense dragon qi in the surroundings.

This qi was completely different from the feeling Lao Shen had given him back then.

Although Lao Shen was ancient, he was a living dragon.

The dragon qi here was like a pool of dead water that had settled for hundreds of millions of years.

Moreover, ever since entering this water region, the Nine Dragons Supreme Pearl in Linglong's body had obviously sped up its rotation considerably, and along with it the dragon patterns would occasionally emerge on her body surface.

The small boat traveled forward for who knew how long; the contours ahead gradually turned from blurry to clear.

It was a boundlessly vast architectural complex; the architectural style was completely different from the Floating World Four Domains, even more ancient than those ancient ruins in the Chaos Sea.

Domes, high towers, arched gates, corridors — all structures were built from dragon bones and dragon scales.

Dragon bones for beams, dragon scales for tiles.

Massive dragon ribs, curved into the shape of arched gates.

On every single rib, dense mysterious Spirit Patterns were carved full.

On the tower bodies of the high towers, complete dragon vertebral bones coiled one after another; the vertebrae spiraled from the tower bottom to the tower peak, and a massive dragon skull rested on the spire, its hollow eye sockets burning with a ghostly blue Soul Fire that would never extinguish.

And beneath these buildings was water.

The dark water surface supported the entire Gui Xu Long Mu; at the junction of buildings and water surface a thin layer of mist lingered, and in the mist one could faintly see countless dragon-shaped phantoms slowly swimming, circling around tower after tower and dome after dome, never ceasing.

Above the mist is the main body of the Dragon Tomb; below the mist is another world!