Innate Archaeological Sacred Body

"Our collaboration with the Daoist priest is meant to undertake the great cause of archaeology!"

Lin Xian declared forcefully, "It is to restore the truth of history, protect cultural heritage, pass down the crystallized wisdom of ancient sages, and explore and verify the evolutionary and cultivation journeys of all living races. It will spur future generations onward and holds monumental historical significance."

"Archaeology?" Ye Fan coughed lightly and whispered, "Isn't that tomb robbing?"

"That is quite wrong."

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At the mention of tombs, Duan De's expression changed. He straightened up, shedding his previous lecherous manner and instead taking on the heroic bearing of one who commanded the land. He proclaimed, "Little friend, you are mistaken. Robbing—ptui! Archaeology is a great undertaking."

"So many seniors and sages brought divine materials and immortal ingredients underground, leaving treasures buried in dust where later generations could never see them."

"Our mission is to unearth these hidden treasures and let the miracles of ancient times reappear in the world. This is an act of immense merit!"

"The dead must make way for the living."

"Only the living can carry civilization forward."

Ye Fan could not help clicking his tongue. Duan De's ability to go with the flow was simply astonishing.

Lin Xian glanced sideways at him, his gaze subtle. What a fine statement: the dead must make way for the living.

When Ruthless perfected the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art, he was afraid Duan De had contributed as well. What Ruthless had drawn upon back then had definitely been more than just the Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art.

One stole treasures from tombs, while the other stole corpses from tombs. You were the true founding patriarch of the Heaven-Swallowing Lineage.

No wonder he would later control half of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Jar.

Lin Xian pondered deeply and suddenly realized that certain events that had once seemed ordinary contained immense karma. Was every sip and every peck predetermined, with causes behind them all?

The reason he could not see through them was that he stood too close, yet too far away. Only upon reaching a true height could one glimpse the whole picture.

Or perhaps, as now, only by drawing near and experiencing it personally could one comprehend the subtle changes within.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist has heard of my, Duan De's, reputation?"

Duan De's face glowed red, and he was full of high spirits. Seemingly delighted to have finally found someone like-minded, he became rather talkative. "You know my story?"

Lin Xian looked at Duan De's plump face and clicked his tongue. "No need to say more. Your face is written full of stories. You must be a grandmaster of feng shui."

"Fellow Daoist, you truly have an eye for people!" Duan De's body shook with excitement. "I am the greatest Ancient Scholar in the Big Dipper cultivation world!"

"Ancient Scholar? What an archaeologist!" Lin Xian laughed heartily and stepped forward. Their two strong hands clasped tightly together.

The two were like old friends who had not met in years, excitedly shaking each other's arms without the slightest sense of unfamiliarity.

At that moment, it was not the progress of any individual, but the meeting and fusion of Earth's archaeological world and Big Dipper's archaeological world.

No one understood archaeology better than Duan De. He was the reincarnation of the Netherworld Emperor, with Reincarnation Seals condensed within him. He had sworn to become immortal after death, pursuing the Dao through corpses and reigning supreme in tombs. Having lived through the Chaotic Ancient Era, the Mythological Era, the Primordial Era, and Desolate Antiquity, he was a genuine old antique—an ancient zongzi.

Lin Xian wondered how much power Duan De could unleash if he were given a bottle of Sequence Three Ancient Scholar Potion and sent to another universe.

He would probably absorb it the instant it entered his mouth, pull out the historical projection of the Desolate Heaven Emperor, and fight the Original Creator in reverse.

Meanwhile, Duan De was thinking that an extra laborer for tomb raiding would be useful. If nothing else, he could use him as a shield.

"Yesterday's affairs died yesterday; today's affairs are born today." Duan De said righteously, "I am no longer a tomb robber. I have a lofty ideal: to take it upon myself to sort out humanity's course and recreate true history through underground mausoleums as a great archaeologist."

Lin Xian happily agreed and praised him, "Good, good, good. I happen to know of several great tombs. We can join forces right now."

Ye Fan, however, still retained some of Earth's morals and civilized values. He hesitated. "Is this really a good idea?"

"The seniors and sages took all the resources for themselves, while us juniors live in hardship. What is wrong with borrowing a little from them now?"

Lin Xian coughed, then said meaningfully, "You must understand that the Sacred Body has an arduous cultivation path. The early stages are manageable, but the immortal road is long. Every step forward increases consumption tenfold. If this continues, with each stage multiplying by ten, forget reaching the later stages—even barely reaching the middle stages would require an unimaginable astronomical amount."

"Breaking through the Dao Palace requires a hundred jin of Source. The second level of the Dao Palace requires a thousand jin, the third requires ten thousand, the fourth a hundred thousand, the fifth a million. Breaking through to the Four Extremes even requires ten million jin of Source!"

"Ten million jin of Source?" Ye Fan's expression changed. He immediately shouted, "I am duty-bound to contribute to the cause of archaeology. I implore you two seniors to bring me along!"

"Sacred Body—you are a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?" Duan De was greatly startled. He examined Ye Fan anew, and after a long while, he clapped his hands. "The legendary Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Wonderful, wonderful."

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is immune to all evil. Its physique and blood energy possess naturally powerful resistance to all kinds of sinister and unclean forces. It is truly the finest physique for robbing—cough, cough—archaeology!"

"Little friend, I, Duan De, am willing to honor you as the Innate Archaeological Sacred Body!"

Yin tombs were filled with evil entities. At critical moments, sacrificing Ye Fan would mean complete immunity to all evil!

Lin Xian marveled at Duan De's brilliance. Worthy indeed of being the Netherworld Emperor's reincarnation—even he had not considered that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body could be used this way.

"Ah!" Ye Fan was instantly dumbfounded. On the path of cultivation, he had been called the Desolate Ancient Wasteland Body because the resources he required were too great for him to cross the Four Extremes Heavenly Gate. He had never expected to achieve greatness in archaeology instead.

Many years later, when facing the Emperor Tribulation, Heavenly Emperor Ye would recall that distant afternoon when Duan De had brought him into archaeology.

If not for my Heavenly Emperor Master Lin Xian assigning me this task, I might still be polishing myself on the cultivation path. An invincible physique that could challenge Great Emperors was not bad, but archaeology offered me an even broader world.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have the locations? Let us act quickly." Duan De spoke excitedly, eager to show off his abilities at once.

"See? You are getting impatient again."

Lin Xian pointed at the radiant lights still flying through the sky and smiled faintly. "The opportunity here has not yet ended."

"The weapons here are more precious and possess greater spirituality than the spirit weapons outside. Wait a little longer."

As he spoke, countless streaks of light shot over and landed at the feet of the three men.

Many cultivators rushed over and searched the mountain peak. They glanced around from time to time, cursing, "Why is it all scrap metal, broken tiles, and earthen walls?"

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Let's go... wait..."

Several cultivators suddenly spotted the spirit weapon in Duan De's hand, and a glint of malice flashed in their eyes. The leader shouted, "Throw over the weapon, and we'll spare your lives."

Duan De and Lin Xian exchanged a glance, then immediately laughed and said in unison, "Wonderful!"

Lin Xian was at the peak of the Divine Bridge. Though Duan De's realm was relatively low, he was genuinely the reincarnation of the Netherworld Emperor. Even Ye Fan was a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body with an invincible physique—if he could not win, he could still withstand the damage.

How could a few ordinary cultivators possibly be their match? In an instant, divine rainbows shot into the heavens. Their attempted robbery failed, and they were robbed instead.

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