Chapter 676: Two Thousand Years of Rise and Fall

In the 300th year of the Great Xia calendar, the Xia Huang "Mang" passed away!

The entire nation of Great Xia mourned, and Mang was honored as the Saint Emperor, the Saint...

Because he not only brought incredible technology and martial arts, but also lived for over three hundred years!

As for the other ministers, even the most powerful Great Xia princes, the longest one lived for only one hundred and ninety-eight years, never breaking the two-hundred-year limit!

And among the people, they actually preferred to call Mang—the Wu Huang!

"Hei, pays respects to the senior!"

Inside the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman space, the new human emperor of Great Xia bowed respectfully.

He had a dark complexion and ordinary features, and was a great-great-grandson of Mang.

There was no way, Mang lived too long, and in his later years he was wholeheartedly cultivating, and didn't marry or have children, and his sons and grandsons all died... naturally, he could only choose from further descendants.

"Unexpectedly... Mang finally handed over the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman as the foundation of the imperial family before he died?"

High above the steps, Fang Xing's figure emerged.

"Senior."

Hei was shocked, not expecting that there really was such a demon god existence.

Fang Xing shook his head and raised his hand, and a stone tablet stood up, inscribed with the two major effects of the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman.

Then, he said calmly: "I am preparing to retreat, perhaps this retreat will last for ten thousand or tens of thousands of years... Decide for yourself what happens next."

He had enjoyed himself enough coming out, and it was time to retreat again and continue to cultivate and comprehend the Eastern Zhenwu Dao.

Incidentally, wait for a brand new era to arrive!

Anyway, this martial arts era where the strongest could only live for two or three hundred years clearly had no value.

And after that, he wouldn't personally meet every host.

Anyway, the rules were set there, and for the rest, let them explore on their own.

Perhaps... among these people, there could be a surprise for him?

"Senior? Senior!"

Watching Fang Xing's figure disappear, Hei was suddenly anxious.

But no matter how he moved forward, he couldn't step on a single step, as if there was a chasm between the two.

In the end, Hei had no choice but to bow to the empty stone throne, and then enter the cultivation space.

His heart was burning, and he also wanted to practice martial arts to break through and become a powerful person like the Wu Huang.

At least, he could live for three hundred years!

Fang Xing retreated to comprehend, which was actually blocking the space permission for outsiders, leaving only a room-sized free space for the other party.

Then, he rejected the temptations of wine, food, and beauty, sat cross-legged, and began to comprehend the Eastern Zhenwu Dao.

"Eastern Zhenwu... starting from oneself, the turtle and snake intertwine, the seven stars converge... Yin and Yang two forms..."

I don't know how much time passed, but when Fang Xing finally felt he had a clue, he was overjoyed and prepared to give himself a three-year vacation to enjoy it properly.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, he discovered that the "Eastern Zhenwu Talisman" had fallen into an ancient tomb and become a funerary object!

"I've become a funerary object? What's going on?"

Fang Xing was shocked and immediately looked at the "surveillance footage."

Ever since he could observe the outside situation of the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, he had kept this function on, and there was storage.

At this time, scenes of history floated before him:

"The second generation Xia Huang 'Hei' was still normal, relying on the 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman' to cultivate to a realm comparable to Mang, suppressing the world for three hundred years, and then passed the throne and the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman to 'Jiao' before he died of old age..."

"Jiao was a martial arts fanatic, killing countless people in duels throughout his life, and was a tyrant... but still ruled for three hundred years."

"The fourth generation Xia Huang 'Fei' was addicted to pleasure, and even martial arts were abandoned, living only two hundred years... but at least he muddled through, and the Great Xia Dynasty could continue..."

"After another thousand years, the Xia Huang 'Qing' arose, who was actually a sentimental seed, telling the secret of the 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman' to his beloved concubine 'Si'... and then the 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman' was stolen... At this time, Great Xia had already suppressed the world for more than two thousand years, and all kinds of contradictions had piled up to the limit, relying entirely on the imperial family to suppress them..."

"But losing the 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman,' the Xia Huang could no longer suppress everything, and after barely supporting for decades, Great Xia collapsed with a bang..."

"The 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman' was contested by all parties, and as a result of a coincidence, it was taken away by a clansman of 'Si'. This person didn't have much ambition, and after cultivating to the 'Original Martial Peak,' he retired, and even built a tomb for himself... letting the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman be buried with him?"

"Until now... I don't know how many years have passed."

"Great Xia... has it perished?"

Fang Xing shook his head, not taking it to heart.

Having seen the sects with millions of years of inheritance in the Qingyuan Great World, and the civilizations that hadn't changed for tens of millions or hundreds of millions of years in the Great Xia Universe.

Suddenly seeing this kind of mortal species that died in a few hundred years and dynasties that were destroyed in a few thousand years, he was quite emotional.

"I don't know how the martial arts development is outside now?" Fang Xing fell into deep thought.

Although he could penetrate the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman to observe the outside situation, it was limited to a very short distance where the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman was located.

The detection range hadn't exceeded the ancient tomb, so he naturally didn't know how the outside world was developing.

But he wasn't in a hurry, knowing that he would always see the light of day again.

Rumble!

A few years later, in the ancient tomb, there was a sudden earth-shaking tremor!

"Oh? Is it an earthquake?"

In the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, Fang Xing nodded.

Natural disasters like earthquakes, wind disasters, and water disasters were most easily affected by the "Heavenly Dao."

It was destined that his "Eastern Zhenwu Talisman" would be born.

Swish, swish, swish!

A rock wall collapsed, most of the ancient tomb's remaining mechanisms and traps were scrapped, and a huge tripod rolled out with a bang.

A few days later.

!

A few people with agile bodies, looking like big macaques, sneaked into the ancient tomb.

"Big brother? How much underworld wealth do you think we can make this time?"

A black-clothed man with triangular eyes and very pale skin looked at the leader.

They, the "Jiangchuan Three Dogs," made a living by grave robbing, and the three sworn brothers each had a unique skill.

For example, the eldest "One-Eyed Dog" Mai Long, one eye was extremely shrewd, and all funerary objects and burial goods passed through his appraisal, and there was absolutely no possibility of missing a treasure.

The second was the triangular-eyed "Grave-Digging Dog" Du Sha, who practiced a pair of "Earth-Breaking Hands," which were very sharp at digging graves and robbing tombs.

Finally, the third was the "Howling Dog" Xiaotianquan Gou San, who although the youngest, had the highest martial arts and also had the technique of "smelling the wind and distinguishing the taste." No matter what mechanisms were in the tomb, they could be easily discovered and dismantled by him...

Hearing Du Sha's question, the One-Eyed Dog Mai Long, who wore a pitch-black eye patch with only one eye full of essence exposed, shook his head: "Hard to say... Our Kyushu style is that martial artists use divine weapons or martial arts secret books for burial. If we dig them up, we'll get rich, which we've all relied on to get started, needless to say... But before Kyushu, there were several dynasties, and those high-ranking officials liked to be buried in dragon caves and earth veins, with a large amount of gold and silver as funerary objects. Once we dig one up, it's also a great wealth..."

"But I don't think that big tripod outside is the style of the Great Yuan or Great Kang... it looks a bit like the ancient period."

"Ancient period before Great Yuan? That must have been ten thousand years ago, right?"

The Howling Dog Xiaotianquan Gou San sneered: "The ancient period was an era of eating raw meat and drinking blood. If we dig up such a tomb, we'll lose out. At most, that bronze tripod outside might be sold for the price of iron..."

Ancient tomb burials indeed had no oil and water; this was recognized by the grave-robbing world.

After all, those ancestors were very poor! Very poor!

Even an iron tool was treated as a treasure.

If archaeological and literary value were not calculated, such tomb burials were simply a loss for every one dug.

"Third brother, don't be so impolite in someone else's house."

Mai Long thought so in his heart, but still scolded: "After all, the ancient period was the time when the Wu Huang was alive... Our major sects in Kyushu, theoretically, all have to recognize this 'Martial Dao Progenitor'."

"The Wu Huang story, I've listened to it since I was a child, I just feel like it's made up... What Wu Huang was born knowing everything, had Heavenly God teaching, whether it was iron smelting, animal husbandry, planting, weaving, or martial arts, he was self-taught. Why don't they say he even knew how to give birth?"

Xiaotianquan Gou San sneered: "And the Great Xia Dynasty, every generation of emperors happened to awaken the 'Heavenly Imperial Martial Pulse,' as the strongest to suppress the world... they don't even make a draft when bragging. Those ancient martial arts I've also seen a few books, they are all very crude, and need special 'flesh and blood medicine,' they should have been abandoned long ago..."

Low upper limit, high consumption... This was the feeling of ancient martial arts to today's martial artists.

Mai Long nodded, his eyes still able to see clearly in the dark, and he solved several remaining mechanisms: "We're almost at the tomb owner

Mai Long spat and threw out a fire starter.

Seeing that the firelight in the main tomb was still there, he nodded: "Very good... The previous earth dragon turning over scattered all the turbid Qi of this great tomb, so we can move freely without maintaining the 'Breath-Holding Art'..."

The three walked into the main tomb chamber, and by the firelight, they saw various carvings and murals on the walls, all shaking their heads: "It really is from the ancient period, and an ancient tomb of the Great Xia Dynasty... This time we've lost big."

However, such funerary murals would generally recount the life of the tomb owner.

As tomb robbers with culture, methods, and knowledge, they would basically take a look.

"It should start from here..."

Mai Long found the first mural: "This tomb owner came from a noble background, likely from a princely family of the Great Xia Dynasty... Then, was he selected into the imperial court? No, it should be that someone in the family was selected into the imperial court?"

These murals and carvings had gone through ten thousand years and were already dilapidated.

Even with Mai Long's eyesight, he could only see a rough idea: "Then it's fighting and killing fierce beasts..."

"Someone took something from the palace... Damn it, why is this piece of the mural gone?"

Xiaotianquan Gou San looked around: "It should be that the earth dragon turned over earlier, which happened to destroy these few..."

"Sigh, let's lift the coffin and get rich."

Du Sha came to the center of the tomb chamber, looked at the stone coffin, stretched out his hands suddenly, and grabbed the coffin lid: "Open for me!"

(End of chapter)