Chen Ye traveled through time.
No spiritual roots. No adventure. No one cared - Old Man Ding gave him a number, Ding Thirty-Seven. He didn't ask where the previous thirty-six had gone.
The job is to carry water. Two miles of mountain road, eight trips a day, my shoulders were bruised and bleeding. The bottom of the bowl can be seen from the gruel he eats, and he lives on a wooden board without even a bedding.
But he is a master of archeology.
There is a piece of gravel carved with flowers in the gap between the stone steps. He picked it up, and a picture suddenly flashed before his eyes - three thousand years ago, a hand wearing a jade bracelet he had never seen before was carving this stone.
There is a chronicle in the secret pavilion. As he copied it, he felt something was wrong - the year didn't match, the ink didn't match, and someone had erased the entire history.
Then he turned over a roll of broken bamboo slips. "The Wild Book".
Emperor Jun. Candlelight. Queen Mother of the West. Every name is exactly the same as in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
The myths of the two worlds have the same origin. But the world of immortality is hiding this matter. Not only did they hide it, but they also changed the exercises, changed the formula of the elixir, and couldn't even explain the source of the spiritual energy. All hidden truths point to the same place.
Return to the ruins. The burial place of ancient corpses.
A handyman with no spiritual roots discovered the secret that no one in the entire world of immortality dared to know. The almighty master in the transformation stage personally went out and sealed the silence. The bed was turned over and the notes could only be hidden under the tiles on the thatched roof.
But Chen Ye is not in a hurry. He has dug tombs from two thousand years ago and knows one thing -
The deeper something is buried, the more valuable it is.
