Chapter 3607: A Once-in-a-Thousand-Years Opportunity!

Ye Chen, based on the airport, dock, and station vending machines and the ground network system built by the AI large model, had already locked onto the three of them as early as when the three elders last went out and then returned to South America.

This time, they first took a seaplane, flying to the waters near Buenos Aires, then transferred to a speedboat to dock, and after docking, the three directly took a car to the airport.

The moment the three arrived at the airport VIP lounge, they were immediately identified by the system.

Whether it was Wu Feiyan or the three elders, none realized the potential danger of exposing their faces, nor did they know Ye Chen had this bug-level killing move, and most cleverly of all, all international airports and international docks require faces to be uncovered when passing through customs, which means that unless the target person completely disguises themselves, it is fundamentally impossible to escape the ground network system's search.

The three elders' foray into the mundane world this time was not to carry out a clearly defined mission, but rather they had a year of free time; to them, disguise was a very troublesome matter, because they shuttle around the world, making it impossible to always maintain a disguised state, and traveling between countries requires their appearance to match their passports, so no one was cautious enough to proactively disguise themselves.

Upon hearing this news, Ye Chen's heart tightened instantly—could it be that his casual chat with Lin Wan'er just now had come true?

The three elders moving out simultaneously—could the Breaking Qing Sect really be planning some big move?!

The anxious Ye Chen immediately said to Li Yalin: "Inspector Li, you must have the ground network system keep a close watch on them; I need to know their next move as soon as possible."

Li Yalin said: "Mr. Ye, rest assured—now half of the AI model's computing power is focused on Argentina; as long as the three of them appear in the camera feed of any surveillance device in the ground network system, the AI model will identify them immediately; we just need to see where they go next."

Although Ye Chen was worried in his heart, he currently did not know where the three elders were headed, so he could only patiently wait for their next move.

At this moment, in the VIP lounge of Buenos Aires Airport, the three elders sat in the VIP restroom, each holding a plane ticket.

Wu Bowen held a ticket for a direct flight from Buenos Aires to New York, USA; beside him, Wu Bohong held a ticket flying to Rio de Janeiro, the capital of Brazil; his final destination was Kathmandu, Nepal, so he could only first fly from Rio de Janeiro to Dubai, then transfer from Dubai to Kathmandu.

As for the eldest elder, Wu Bolin, the ticket in his hand was for a flight to Ushuaia.

In the choice between going north and going south, he chose to go south.

This was because, over the past two days, with Wu Tianlin's help, he had done his homework.

Argentina is already close to Antarctica, and Antarctica itself is a region with an area of tens of millions of square kilometers, where in winter there are hardly even a thousand people—a human forbidden zone.

Among this, the ice sheet covers over thirteen million square kilometers.

In Wu Bowen and Wu Bohong's view, Antarctica is a place so frigid that even grass struggles to grow; going there, what great treasure could one find? It can almost be concluded that Wu Bolin is making a wasted trip.

But Wu Bolin had his own little grudge.

Over a hundred years ago, he had once heard from a senior brother of the Boxer Rebellion a legend that he would remember for a hundred years.

In the Boxer Rebellion at that time, there were many called "senior brother" clergy, even the leader Zhu Hongdeng was called "Zhu Senior Brother."

Their main work was using their self-created religious system to preside over various sacrifices and invocations, thereby brainwashing and empowering their members, making them believe they were invulnerable to blades and guns—actually, it was all just lies.

But not all senior brothers were frauds.

Wu Bolin had once encountered, at the southern altar of the Boxer Rebellion, a senior brother who had half a foot stepped into the cultivator's threshold.

At that time, although Wu Bolin had already realized the Dao, he was still acting as an ordinary uprising farmer under Wu Feiyan's demand, infiltrating the Boxer Rebellion to gather intelligence; after an internal invocation ceremony, that senior brother, to boost morale, once told everyone a story—a story about a special ethnic group before the Dharma-ending age.

He said that before the Dharma-ending age arrived, this world was still in the Bronze Age, when there were vast numbers of cultivators, the cultivator world's sects stood like forests, the strong were as numerous as clouds, the cultivators' overall strength was countless times greater than that of cultivators in the Dharma-ending age, ascension was common, and almost every sect had a Mahayana cultivator who successfully passed the tribulation and ascended, greatly boosting the confidence of other cultivators and solidifying their resolve in the Dao.

At that time, cultivators focused solely on cultivating for ascension; in their eyes, ordinary secular people were like uncivilized savages, so they had no time to engage in secular affairs.

But then, until the Dharma-ending age descended, most cultivators lost the path to advance their cultivation, and because their lifespan was ending, they fell one after another.

Because cultivation in the Dharma-ending age is difficult, the older generation of cultivators gradually withered away, and the new generation of cultivators is also rare; the scale and strength of cultivators were instantly lost.

The surviving cultivators, seeking longevity and ascension, began searching everywhere for opportunities to survive, but longevity and ascension became increasingly difficult; many sects, as their last generation died unwillingly on the path to seek longevity, saw their thousand-year glory completely vanish in the long river of history.

However, legend says that there was once a sect that, at the southernmost tip of the world, in this world's coldest frigid region, found the final gate of ascension; there, perhaps it was the last hope for cultivators in the Dharma-ending age.

At the time, when Wu Bolin listened to the story together with others, no one believed the senior brother's words, taking it as just a myth, because in their understanding, the further south one goes, the warmer it gets, so this world's coldest frigid region must be in the north, not the southern tip.

The farmers who joined the Boxer Rebellion in that era did not even know what Antarctica or the Arctic was; they had never left the country, nor even traveled more than a thousand kilometers from home; they only knew the north was bitterly cold and frozen, while the south had spring-like weather year-round, so such a story, in their common sense, contained a huge, common-sense-defying loophole.

Wu Bolin differed from others—he could see through that senior brother's cultivation, knowing he was worlds apart from those frogs at the bottom of a well, so he always felt the other's story might not be mere nonsense.

Later, he heard from Western missionaries that at the southernmost point of the Earth, there indeed exists an ice-covered frigid continent, and Western explorers at that time had already multiple times set foot on that land, even beginning to plan expeditions to the South Pole.

At that moment, he became even more convinced of the truth of that legend.

At the same moment, he regarded Antarctica as the ultimate goal of cultivation.

In the Dharma-ending age, he did not wish to repeat the mistakes of Meng Changsheng and Wu Feiyan; he wanted to find that gate of ascension and ascend to heaven in one step.

He had never told this story to anyone, not even Wu Feiyan.

Now, Wu Feiyan had suddenly given them a brief period of freedom, and his cultivation was only one step away from opening the Niwan Palace; in this world, besides cultivators stronger than him, natural wind, waves, cold, and heat could hardly harm him in the slightest.

Therefore, in his view, now was the perfect opportunity to go to Antarctica and investigate.

A once-in-a-thousand-years good opportunity!