Chapter 1660 The Old Human Race Under the Protection of Fragments of the Ancient God of the Great Da
At the end of the ancient road lies a shattered continent suspended in endless nothingness.
This continent is vast and boundless, but its shape is extremely irregular, as if it were a fragment forcibly torn off from some much larger world.
The continental edge is jagged and irregular, with tiny fragments constantly peeling off and falling into the eternal darkness below.
On the continental surface, countless massive stone buildings with a rugged and imposing style stand tall, but most of them are already dilapidated.
In the heart of the continent, the most striking feature is not any building, but a colossal stone statue that reaches the sky!
The stone statue was in a dilapidated state, with half of its head missing and one arm broken off. Its entire body was covered with mottled marks of time and huge cracks.
But from the remaining torso and the only remaining arm pressed in front of him with an ancient mudra, one can still feel a vast and majestic supreme aura!
Even though it was already broken and its aura was as weak as a candle in the wind, this stone statue still emitted a faint but continuous protective power, forming a pale golden light membrane that barely resisted the erosion of the void outside and locked the ancient spiritual energy in this last resting place.
"Fragments of the Ancient God of the Great Dao!"
Zhang Xuan was shocked. This was no ordinary statue of a god or a powerful figure, but a fragment of an ancient god of the Great Dao!
However, the fragments of ancient gods and great Daos he had seen before were only the size of a fist.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a large fragment of an ancient god's body.
At this moment, several powerful auras rose from the continent and rapidly approached Zhang Xuan's direction.
In the blink of an eye, three figures appeared at the exit of the ancient road, blocking Zhang Xuan's way.
Their aura was powerful and ancient, carrying a Daoist charm completely different from that of contemporary cultivators.
The leader was clearly at the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, while the other two were at the late stage of Integration.
"Out-of-town cultivators! This place is a forbidden area of the remnant clan of the Ruins Guardians. Leave immediately!"
The leading Mahayana cultivator had a resolute face, sharp eyes like an eagle, and exuded a fierce aura.
Zhang Xuan dared not presume, cupped his hands in greeting, and said in a calm tone, "Greetings, fellow Daoists. I am Zhang Xuan, and I have no ill intentions. I have come here because I have heard that the Guardian Ruins Clan is one of the inheritors of the Hidden Extreme Demon Emperor's lineage, and I admire them greatly, so I have come to pay my respects. At the same time, I also wish to make a deal with you."
"We are nothing but underground rats seeking refuge in this ancient land left behind by the Great Dao God. What talk of yearning for it? Kid, you're not being honest!"
Zhang Xuan, neither humble nor arrogant, said, "The ancient human race's great Dao inheritance is magnificent and has shaken the ages. My cultivation is also related to the Demon Emperor's inheritance."
Having said that, he slightly moved his mind, and the illusory image of the true demon body's main body appeared briefly behind him.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, the pure and domineering aura of true demons, as well as a trace of unique Daoist charm originating from the twelve main branches of the Heavenly Demon Art, were undeniable.
Sensing this shared aura, the three powerful members of the ancient human race immediately changed their expressions. Their hostility lessened slightly, but their doubts deepened.
The leading Mahayana cultivator sized Zhang Xuan up and down, and said in a deep voice, "You possess a true demonic body... Although it is not the pure Hidden Extreme Demon Emperor's orthodox method, its foundation does have something in common with my clan's heritage. Strange, the Great Dao of the outside world has changed, how can you still cultivate such a demonic body?"
He hesitated for a moment, exchanged glances with the two behind him, and finally said, "I am the guardian general of the remnant clan, Rock. This matter is of great importance, and I must report to the High Priest. You wait here and do not move without permission!"
After speaking, he gestured to a Nascent Soul cultivator behind him, who immediately turned around and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards a magnificent group of megalithic buildings beneath the ancient god in the center of the continent.
While waiting, Zhang Xuan silently observed this secret realm.
He saw scattered groups of ancient humans moving about within the protective light membrane of the ancient god statue.
They moved among the dilapidated buildings, cultivating strange plants that emitted a faint spiritual light, or hammering spiritual ore in front of some huge furnaces, seemingly forging weapons.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Nascent Soul cultivator returned and whispered a few words in the rock's ear.
Pan Shi nodded, looked at Zhang Xuan, and his attitude softened considerably: "The High Priest agrees to see you. Come with me. Remember, do not overstep the rules."
His tone remained harsh, but the initial direct hostility had diminished.
Zhang Xuan followed the rock and flew towards the center of the continent.
The closer you get to that ancient stone statue, the more you can feel its grandeur and desolation.
At the feet of the ancient god statue lies a temple complex built of countless huge black square stones.
These temples were also in ruins, but the main temple at their core was relatively well preserved.
The temple gate is tall and decorated with ancient patterns depicting the sun, moon, stars, ancestral sacrifices, and battles between demons and gods, exuding an ancient and primordial atmosphere.
Upon entering the main hall, one sees a tall altar, upon which sits an old man in meditation.
The old man's face was as aged as withered tree bark, and his body was hunched over, but his eyes were as clear as a baby's. In the depths of his pupils, starlight flowed, and the phantoms of ancient gods chanting scriptures appeared and disappeared.
His aura was subtle and profound, making him even more unfathomable to Zhang Xuan than the Heavenly Eclipse Ancestor, and his Daoist charm was even more ancient and mysterious.
This must be the high priest of the remnant clan who guarded the ruins!
"Foreign cultivator, the aura of true demon you possess has caused a faint resonance within the fragments of the ancient god," the high priest spoke. His voice was gentle yet aged, carrying a power that penetrated to the very soul. "The Rock says you've come for a transaction?"
Zhang Xuan stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Junior Zhang Xuan greets the High Priest. I have indeed come for a transaction. I have heard that your noble lineage is descended from the Hidden Demon Emperor, and that you possess profound knowledge and resources. I wish to obtain a rare Origin Treasure to lay the foundation for my Mahayana Dao, and I am willing to exchange it for the treasures I possess."
He stated his purpose directly and took out the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Root.
A chaotic-colored medicinal plant appeared, its boundless vitality and primal aura spreading out, even causing the ancient god fragments on the altar to glow slightly.
The high priest's gaze lingered on the Ancestral Root of All Spirits for a moment, a hint of surprise and emotion flashing in his eyes: "The Ancestral Root of All Spirits... it contains the life force of the origin of all spirits, it is indeed a rare treasure of creation, even in the ancient times it was not common." He sighed softly, "This thing is of great use to our race."
Zhang Xuan was overjoyed, thinking he had seen a glimmer of hope.
However, the high priest's next words caused his emotions to fluctuate again: "Our race is trapped in this ruin, relying on the protection of the fragments of the ancient god's remains to survive until now. However, the power of the ancient god is gradually weakening, and the spiritual energy here is becoming increasingly stale. Among our newborn offspring, fewer and fewer can awaken the complete ancient bloodline. The boundless vitality and creative power contained in this ancestral root of all spirits may be able to nourish the fragments of the ancient god, delay their decay, and even... possibly slightly activate a trace of the ancient god's will remaining in the fragments, buying more time for our race."
His tone carried a heavy expectation, but he immediately changed the subject: "However, what you seek, young friend, is a rare treasure from the source of the Dao. This item is related to your future path of cultivation and is of utmost importance. Although my clan inherited part of the Demon Emperor's legacy, after countless calamities and long years, the treasures we possess are limited. Those that meet the level of a rare treasure from the source of the Dao are even fewer."












