Chapter 1705: It Ended Before It Even Began

Upon hearing this, Dong Wuqi's face immediately darkened.

Greeting someone by asking whether they are dead or alive truly does not put one in a good mood.

After a moment, he exhaled a long breath, seemingly having no intention of quarreling with Xu Que, and pointed at the patterns on the stone wall, saying, "The Esteemed Self has thoroughly studied ancient texts, yet even I have never seen the patterns above; how could a mere Scattered Cultivator like you understand them?"

In his eyes, not only was this Tang Sanzang a Scattered Cultivator, but the entire Awesome Heaven Faction consisted of Scattered Cultivators.

Yet it was precisely this Dead Bald Donkey from the Awesome Heaven Faction who had previously made him look so disheveled, and he simply could not swallow this grievance.

Xu Que looked him up and down, then suddenly said, "Was it not this poor monk who just extracted the Nine Netherworld Bewitching Heart Fog from within your body?"

"This..." Dong Wuqi was instantly rendered speechless.

Xu Que extended his hand: "A life-saving fee of fifty Middle Grade Immortal Artifacts, thank you for your patronage."

"I..."

Dong Wuqi was on the verge of erupting in curses.

Fifty pieces?

You might as well go rob someone!

Er Gouzi, standing nearby, began speaking with sarcastic mockery: "Could it be? Could it be? That was a debt of life and death; surely there isn't still someone out there who doesn't know how to repay kindness?"

"I heard that ten thousand years ago, there was a batch of Ancient Remnant Races, exceedingly ugly, utterly insane, and selfish to the extreme; I wonder if any Inheritance of theirs remains," said Duan Jiude, deliberately changing the subject, yet every word reeked of biting sarcasm.

Rendered speechless by the one-two punch of these two rascals, Dong Wuqi let out a heavy snort and turned away.

Xu Que chuckled coldly in his heart: "This Saint's opportunity for Acting Cool, and you scoundrel actually want to crash the scene?"

"Tang Master, do you recognize the writing on this?" Seeing a chance to escape, Nishang Fairy's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.

"These are Divine Texts from Ancient Times, whose Inheritance has long been severed," Xu Que said, pressing his palms together. "This poor monk knows only a little; fully deciphering them will require some time."

Divine Texts from Ancient Times!

The writing of Divine Spirits!

The Cultivators present suddenly found their breathing growing heavy; they looked at one another, their eyes filled with excitement.

Then wasn't this place precisely the site of a Divine Inheritance?

Just think: previously, Xu Dingcheng had obtained only a portion of a Divine Inheritance, and although his cultivation base had not advanced by leaps and bounds, his actual strength had more than doubled.

If one could fully master such a vast expanse of stone walls before their eyes...

The desire to grow stronger instantly flooded everyone's minds; even Nishang Fairy's breathing became coarse.

"Oh, I seem to have understood a little; this records the history of that remnant race," Xu Que's voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned in unison to look at Xu Que.

"Tang Master, do you truly recognize them?"

"These are Divine Texts from Ancient Times!"

"I heard that ever since the God-Demon War, Divine Texts have vanished from this Heaven and Earth, and no one in the current age can learn them!"

It was not that they were ignorant of Divine Texts; rather, because they truly knew of Divine Texts that they doubted Xu Que so fiercely.

Divine Texts were the writing of Divine Spirits from Ancient Times; it was said that every single character brimmed with mysterious Dao principles.

To learn even one Divine Text would allow one to speak and have the law follow, with the Great Dao accompanying one's every step.

But after undergoing several cataclysms, Divine Texts had long been lost; even these Immortal Emperor's Disciples among them knew only the name of Divine Texts, not their form.

"These Divine Texts possess a profundity that reaches the heavens; careless identification might trigger unpredictable changes..." a Cultivator said in a grave voice.

Unpredictable changes?

Xu Que subconsciously glanced at the Divine Stone, only to see the patterns upon it churning wildly.

"You bunch of lowly ants! Not even recognizing Divine Texts—this is blasphemy!"

"The Divine Spirits will surely descend punishment, causing you maggots to die without a burial place!"

What unpredictable changes? This damn stone spends all day cursing in the streets, and I haven't seen any changes at all!

Pressing his palms together, Xu Que said with a smile: "Whether I can identify them or not, let this poor monk give it a try and we shall see."

Someone worriedly said: "But none of us understand these Divine Texts... if something truly goes wrong..."

His concern was not unfounded; legend held that the meaning of Divine Texts was unfathomable, and if they were misidentified, what if it trapped and killed everyone here?

This Tang Sanzang Master was indeed a virtuous and noble person, but as the saying goes, each profession has its specialty; surely he cannot be proficient in everything?

Dong Wuqi smiled triumphantly, rose to his feet, and said: "To be frank, I once discovered a portion of records concerning Divine Texts within an ancient text."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

"I wonder where Fellow Daoist Dong obtained that ancient text?" someone asked.

Dong Wuqi frowned slightly, recalled for a moment, then said: "Strangely enough, that ancient text was transmitted up from the Xia Jie; it is said to originate from a faction in Tianzhou called the Heavenly Palace Academy."

Xu Que: "..."

Er Gouzi: "..."

Duan Jiude: "..."

Noticing the unusual expression on Xu Que's face, Nishang Fairy asked with concern: "Tang Master, are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Que gave a dry laugh: "It is nothing; since Fellow Daoist Dong is willing to attempt the deciphering, why don't the two of us decipher it together?"

Today, I'll see just how many nails hold your broken boat together.

Dong Wuqi sneered: "Compete with you? Very well; if you lose, cripple your own cultivation and go face the wall for a hundred years in my Huanyun Immortal Domain!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped in astonishment.

This wager was far too cruel.

Having cultivated to the present day, who had not expended countless efforts? To cripple one's own cultivation and face the wall for a century over a mere wager—how was that any different from being ordered to die?

Xu Que looked deeply at Dong Wuqi, then said: "Since Fellow Daoist Dong wishes to gamble, then let us gamble."

Dong Wuqi's heart instantly burned with fervor.

Dead Bald Donkey, you're finished!

In reality, he had not spoken the truth to these people.

Regarding the Divine Text, it was not that he knew just a little; rather, he already possessed a comparison table for the Divine Text in his hands.

This comparison table had been found by Huan Yun Immortal Emperor many years ago in some unknown place and hidden within the Huanyun Immortal Palace.

Dong Wuqi had obtained this Godly Scripture Comparison Table by chance, but alas, even to this day, he still did not know the combinations of the Divine Text, rendering it completely useless.

"Tang Master is indeed bold," Dong Wuqi said with a Cold Smile, then stepped forward to stand before the Stone Wall.

He had already made up his mind: the moment he won, he would immediately strike and cripple Tang Sanzang; the humiliation of being brutally beaten that day remained vividly before his eyes, and he absolutely could not let this Dead Bald Donkey live!

The two stood before the Stone Wall and began the translation.

Dong Wuqi took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and began to recall that Godly Scripture Comparison Table in his thoughts.

Although he had seen it many years ago, having reached the Immortal Venerable realm in cultivation was sufficient to recall all his past memories.

With the Godly Scripture Comparison Table in hand, the content on this Stone Wall would take at most half a day to translate!

"Good, this first phrase speaks of..."

Just as Dong Wuqi was about to speak, he heard Xu Que's voice arrive.

"Done. This poor monk has finished translating."

Dong Wuqi was completely dumbfounded; what the hell kind of joke was this?

I haven't even started yet!