Chapter 385: Deep into the Inner Garden

"Why not? Did I travel thousands of miles from Fuzhou to get here just to look at these ghosts and monsters?"

Sinuoli and the Lieutenant laughed together, and the tour group continued forward. The stone tablet was one thing—it was likely inscribed by someone else based on the Haotian Longdi's words—but that plaque was extraordinary.

"Xianhun Dian!"

He read it word by word. To those who had mastered extraordinary power, these three large characters were like three small suns. The righteous would feel as if bathed in warm soup, their entire bodies at peace, while those harboring evil intentions would experience the torture of a scorching sun burning their hearts.

"According to legend, these three characters were written by the Haotian Longdi using his own essence blood as ink. No wonder they still retain such powerful energy after thousands of years. But why are they gold-plated? Could it be that he has cultivated some kind of Immortal Golden Body?"

"It's a pity that the old Longdi never created any new Terracotta Sentinels after that."

After touring the area, Sinuoli sighed with emotion. The temple was structured with the main hall in the center, enshrining the heroes whose spirits had merged into the Terracotta Sentinels, while the side halls housed the famous generals who had made immense contributions in the thousands of years since the founding of Zhendan.

Although those spirits of the Terracotta Sentinels were also considered strong, their quality was quite a bit lower than those in the side halls, especially after the continuous development and progress of mortal martial arts.

If you take the "Seventy-Two Sages" enshrined in the Xianhun Dian and divide them by a few thousand years, then count mortals by twenty-year generations, each one of them would have to be a figure who suppressed three generations of mortals. Comparing one from three generations ago to a whole bunch from one generation, there was naturally a gap in strength.

"Is this place only for enshrining mortals?"

After walking through the left, middle, and right sections, Sinuoli stroked his beard and asked. Not to mention the three missing true Dragons, he hadn't even seen a trace of any Dragon-blooded.

"That's right. The Dragon-blooded have their own place, up above the Tianting; I can't remember what it's called. Anyway, they only enshrine their own, and only those with the same blood flowing through them can enter."

The Lieutenant shrugged; he seemed to have some opinions about the Dragon-blooded. Sinuoli understood this situation; there was a deep rift between ordinary people and the Dragon-blooded, regardless of how thin their bloodline might be.

The power of the Dragon-blooded came from their bloodline, and the concentration of that bloodline directly determined the upper limit of their power. With intermarriage and reproduction, unless they received the blessing of a true Dragon again, this bloodline would only become thinner and thinner until it vanished completely.

Zhendan has been founded for thousands of years, and there are a large number of Dragon-blooded with thin bloodlines in society. Taking males as an example, their Yang-system magic power is only enough to use as a lantern for illumination at night, yet the weaker and lower-status the guy is, the more he likes to harp on about his Dragon-blooded identity.

Most of the high-ranking Dragon-blooded groups with pure bloodlines and great strength categorize themselves with the true Dragons, believing they are also the masters of the Heavenly Dynasty, and it is common for them to bark orders at their mortal colleagues or even superiors.

But in the eyes of mortals, you can't transform, you have no scales, and you have no claws, so you really think of yourself as Dragon-kind? What are you acting so arrogant about, relying on some half-baked magic picked up from the charm of a woman in your family tree?

The true Dragons guarding the various regions are all trying to reconcile the conflict between these two groups, and among them, the Candle Dragon does the worst. Aside from a temper as explosive as fire, Lidao's desires in certain aspects are also like a raging blaze.

This ensures that his subordinates never lack Dragon-blooded with pure bloodlines, providing enough strong individuals to suppress the many alien races in the Heavenly Mountains and Ind, but it also leads to the Dragon-blooded and ordinary people being as incompatible as water and fire.

"Passing through this gate and going further in is the Neiyuan. Let's head back from here!" The Lieutenant pointed to a door left ajar behind the hall and said.

"Ahem, could you, perhaps, make an exception? I am very interested in the things inside. You know, everything outside is just stone carvings and clay sculptures; there's no real stuff!" Sinuoli pulled him to the side and slipped two gold ingots into the Lieutenant's hand.

"This."

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The Bingmayong Muyuan is located in the heart of Weibei Liesheng, which is relatively peaceful, and the garrison lacks opportunities to earn military merit or extra income.

"There is also a small team of Dragon Guards sent from Nangao guarding the Neiyuan. They are not in the same system as our garrison, and I don't know if I can persuade them!"

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"Hahaha, I am very grateful that the General is willing to do his best. As long as they are human, they will like these shiny things; my clan has no shortage of them!" Sinuoli's eyes narrowed into slits; there was no way he was stopping now that he was at the door.

The Lieutenant tucked the gold ingots into his chest, took a bag of activity funds from Buluokesen, and pushed the door open to enter. Through the crack in the door, Sinuoli saw the torso of a Terracotta Sentinel lying on the ground, and he was certain this was the place he needed.

"That Dragon Guard Captain also admires your reputation and is willing to make things convenient, but it's hard to manage with so many people; only you can go in alone!"

"Oh, I understand. But as a King, I can't be a lone wolf, can I? Please, let two more people in." Sinuoli was delighted to hear this and took out two more gold ingots. Once the opening was made, one or three people didn't matter much.

"It's a deal, then three people, no more!" The Lieutenant returned with a look of joy. The extra money earned as a tour guide on this trip could catch up to a year's salary. The Dwarfs really do have a mountain of gold at home, just like the legends say!

"Let's go!"

Besides Buluokesen, Sinuoli also brought along Asuota, the captain of the Rock Sheep Hunters. This middle-aged Ranger with graying hair was a true tough guy. In addition to eyes as sharp as an eagle's and strong, calloused hands, he had the perseverance to lie in ambush for days and nights in the snowy winds.

"Whoa!"

"What terrifying destruction!"

As soon as they entered the Neiyuan, the three Dwarfs were stunned by the scene before them. Scattered tombs were distributed across the not-too-high hills, and the broken limbs of giants were covered by varying amounts of moss and vines.

"My brothers and I will accompany you three on the tour. Do not touch or move things randomly, and do not talk loudly to disturb the rest of the heroic spirits. If you have anything you want to know, you can ask, though I don't know very much myself."

The Dragon Guard Captain in golden armor walked up to meet them. Having received the bribe, he was in a good mood. He briefly scanned the Dwarfs and led them toward the right side.

"Is this the most recently buried one? What caused such severe destruction?"

Sinuoli pointed to the one closest to the outside, where the green moss hadn't yet had time to cover it. It was called a ruin, but in reality, it was just half of a right arm and a right leg lying on the ground, with what looked like burn marks at the break.

"If you were to ask about anything else, I really wouldn't know, but this one was deployed at Kuimen Guan three years ago. I was stationed at the Changyuan at that time, so I know a little bit about it. It is said to have been caused by the evil flames of that two-headed Raven Demon." Even after a long time, this memory still made the Dragon Guard Captain's face turn a few shades paler.

"Two-headed Raven Demon?" Sinuoli couldn't help but frown. A Raven Demon should refer to a Lord of Change, but such a distinct appearance as having two heads should be one-of-a-kind under the seat of the Bird God of Magic.

"You might not know, but five years ago, this demon appeared at Xuefeng Bao on the eastern grasslands."