Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being Chapter 621

After arriving in Jade Ocean City, and after a short rest: Lin Xuanzhi rented a flying boat for transportation. Regardless of the Southeast Land and the Eastern Land being in the same general direction and even bordering each other, in fact, it was still tens of thousands of miles if they went from Jade Ocean City to the Southeast Land.

It was impossible to fly with the sword. It took time, but the most important thing was that it consumed spiritual Qi.

It was rented, but in fact, the price was actually the price of buying it. This shop for renting flying boats was a chain among the Nine Lands. If you took the boat from here, after successfully arriving at your destination, you could return the flying boat to the destination branch and redeem your deposit, otherwise the deposit could only be regarded as compensation.

The flying boat consumed spirit stones. If the spirit stones were supplied by the customers, the price would be much cheaper. Lin Xuanzhi never lacked spirit stones, so naturally he would not choose the low-grade spirit stones provided by the store.

After renting the boat, Lin Xuanzhi took out some pieces of high-quality spirit stones and threw them into the small array in the middle of the flying boat. The spirit stones began to rotate slowly in the array, and the pure spiritual energy gradually flowed, and the speed became faster until the boat was completely lifted into the air.

The size of the flying boat was not small. There was still room left after carrying ten people, and there was a huge canopy in the middle. The awning served as a shelter from the wind and rain, but since Lin Xuanzhi was there, the wind and rain would naturally not invade their space.

The East Land was vast and the area was the third largest among the Nine Lands. Jade Ocean City was in the easternmost part. It would take at least ten days to a half month to reach the Southeast Land. Taking this opportunity, Lin Xuanzhi began to refine magic treasures.

What he refined was a kind of treasure called Echo Bell. As long as they carried it on themselves, even if they were thousands of miles apart or separated by an illusion array, as long as both sides of the bell shook at the same time, they would be able to sense the existence of the other.

This was entirely to prevent them from being separated in the Tomb of Youshan.

“To think that Huarong Sword Immortal can even craft weapons.” When Bai Yanqiu saw Lin Xuanzhi holding a forged engraving pen and drawing around a dragon and snake painting arrays on the tools, no matter how calm he was, he could no longer be as calm as usual.

He was astonished and stunned, because Lin Xuanzhi's techniques were extremely proficient, not to mention he was crafting a Treasure tool, something that, according to rumors, could only be crafted by master craftsmen of the Immortal level.

Yan Tianhen also sat next to him with his cheeks in his hands, staring at the perfect profile of Lin Xuanzhi with an idiotic expression, and said with great glory, “Yes, what in the world can my Huarong Dage not do? It's nothing more than refining a Treasure tool. It's nothing.”

Bai Yanqiu also watched Lin Xuanzhi's every move carefully.

Soon, he discovered that Lin Xuanzhi's crafting attainment was not shallower than his swordsmanship attainment.

Unlike Lin Xuanzhi — during their journey, he just casually sat on the floor and closed his eyes, then began crafting the tools at will, and in just one or two days, he was able to rush out a set of Treasure tools. This is the first time Bai Yanqiu had ever seen this kind of craftsman in his life.

Ten days later, Lin Xuanzhi made ten Echo Bells; they were handed over to everyone.

“These Echo Bells will recognize you as its owner if you drip a drop of your blood on it.” Lin Xuanzhi said without showing fatigue, “After acknowledging you as its owner, even if someone else picks it up, they still won't be able to use it. Forcing another drop of blood on it will only make the Echo Bell directly destroy itself, and other people who have the bells I crafted in their hands will also be able to perceive it.”

Bai Yanqiu dripped a drop of his own blood, and couldn't help sighing: “Now, I finally understand why the sect's elders call Huarong Sword Immortal the light of Taoism. If you enter the secular world, I am afraid that there will be no road left for anyone else in the world.”

Not only was his swordsmanship unique in the world, but his crafting was also so talented, if Lin Xuanzhi was willing to let the world see his craftsmanship talents, he was afraid that those who claimed to be master craftsmen just because they could craft a few magic treasures would never dare to be proud anymore.

In recent years, Lin Xuanzhi had heard a lot of flattery. Some were sincere, some were just following the trend, but Bai Yanqiu's beautiful words could be considered somewhat sincere.

Moreover, Lin Xuanzhi's skill which was now demonstrated in front of Bai Yanqiu was indeed enough for Bai Yanqiu to make such a judgment.

Lin Xuanzhi didn't have other motives; he just wanted to take advantage of this chance to have more items beside him, and to give his people some confidence that they could leave the Tomb of Youshan alive. However, to say that he was the Light of Taoism was a bit exaggerated.

Lin Xuanzhi said faintly: “It's just some small tricks. What's the big deal? The craftsman Dao is big and profound. I have only scratched the surface.”

Bai Yanqiu was more convinced when he heard the words. Now this is the style of a real Master Craftsman.

Beside him was Yan Tianhen, who, listening to someone praising Lin Xuanzhi, was naturally full of joy, thinking that Bai Yanqiu really had excellent eyesight.

However, Yin Chongyue barely stopped himself from spitting out a mouthful of water, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Lin Xuanzhi is still the same as before, pretending to be very cool. If I hadn't been with Lin Xuanzhi for a thousand years in the soul plate before and if I didn't witness firsthand exactly how crazy and obsessed Lin Xuanzhi was when he was crafting weapons, I'm afraid I would also regard this person as a natural and unparalleled crafting genius.

Originally, Lin Xuanzhi had no talent for crafting. However, he had refined his own soul, adding an ancient forbidden curse to all of his seven souls and three spirits in order to create a craftsman soul fire, and only after doing this did he obtain the possibility of becoming a master craftsman.

However, even if Lin Xuanzhi had a thousand more years' worth of experience in crafting tools than others, Yin Chongyue nevertheless had to admit that not only was he hardworking, but he was also talented. In cultivation no matter what kind of path one took, talent basically determined everything else.

When they reached the border of the Southeast Land, looking down from the flying boat, they could see that the scenery here was completely different from the other Nine Lands. There were many bodies of water in the South, deserts in the North, and dangerous peaks in the West, and here in the East, there were more plains and mountains.

This Southeast Land was the land with the most hills and vegetation, and wherever you looked, there was a sea of ​​trees that stretched up and down one after another, as if it could spread to the end of the horizon. It was not all green; there were brown, yellow, red, and orange ones.

This was the territory of the Southeast Spirit Emperor. It was said that the Spirit Emperor, who was from the Rong clan, could innately control the spirits of plants and trees and could hear only the sounds of nature.

The Rong clan was not so much the ruler of a land as they were a guardian. During the war of the Nine Lands, when the Royal Heavenly Capital switched rulers, the Rong clan never participated in it, and the other Divine Clans also knew the nature of the Rong clan and thus did not deliberately trouble them.

The Rong clan, in the age of the gods tens of thousands of years ago, guarded a tree that reached all the way to the sky, and ever since the holy tree withered and the Puluo Mountain sunk, the Rong clan began to guard every plant and tree in the Southeast Land, as well as that withered tree.

There were rumors that the Rong clan was waiting for the sacred Jianmu tree to regenerate new buds, and the road to the heavens would be connected once again, so they waited there for thousands of years. However, Lin Xuanzhi didn't mean to worship the mountain when he arrived at the territory of the Spirit Emperor.

From a high vantage point, you couldn't see the end of the Southeast Land. In the colorful and vibrant surrounding, there was a black hole-like depression in the ground.

Lin Xuanzhi looked at it for a moment and said, “This should be the Tomb of Youshan.”

The Tomb of Youshan was a place that had collapsed and sunk into the ground.

The Rong clan once tried to descend from the sky to the core of the Tomb of Youshan. However, before they were even close to the surface, they were already blown away by a fierce hurricane that seemed to slash people thousands of times. Even falling from the border area would result in serious injuries. Since it was like that, the Rong clan simply gave up on the Tomb of Youshan, placed many seals there, and forbade people from entering at will.

Of course, because the Tomb of Youshan was once a sacred place in the Southeast Land, the Rong clan had never stopped exploring the Tomb of Youshan. There were even many rumors about the explosion of Youshan, which had attracted many desperate worshippers.

Lin Xuanzhi and the others' flying boat directly landed in Dark Cloud City, the nearest city to the Tomb of Youshan.

But even the so-called shortest distance was still thousands of miles away from the sunken land, and there were many forks and bumpy roads along the way. It was easy to lose their way if they were careless.

When they arrived at Dark Cloud City, Lin Xuanzhi first returned the flying boat to the store and redeemed the deposit. Then he said to the man who was taking care of the flying boat: “Dare to ask this Taoist friend, if you want to go to the edge of the Tomb of Youshan, what kind of transportation is the most suitable one?”

When the man heard that, he looked at Lin Xuanzhi with a gaze that wasn't quite right. He stared at Lin Xuanzhi with disbelief and replied, “Foreigners, you have come a long way to go to the Tomb of Youshan? I advise you not to go. That place is cursed. After you go in, you will never have a chance to come out.”

Another local who rented a flying boat next to him heard the words, and raised his head to look at Lin Xuanshi; he smiled and said, “You don't look like a stupid person, so why do you want to do stupid things? Why don't you go and ask someone within Dark Cloud City — who would be willing to approach that land of death?”

Lin Xuanshi had some ideas in his heart. He cupped his hands and said, “I'm from a foreign country, and I've heard a lot about the collapse of Youshan, but I know that the Rong clan has sneaked into it many times and could still leave. So I want to try my luck.”

“People from the Rong clan…” The local person thought about it and immediately showed some horror. He looked around and saw that the guards on patrol were far away, then he lowered his voice and said, “In this place, you dare to mention the Spirit Emperor's clan like this, are you not afraid of dying?”

Lin Xuanzhi asked, “Why can't I mention their clan?”

The local man said: “You look like an outsider, so let's put it this way, don't talk about the Divine Clans' affairs, and don't ask about the spirit clan. The spirit clan dislikes people discussing their family's private matters. Someone had mentioned the spirit clan on the road before and they were heard by the guards on patrol. As a result, they were dragged down to the big prison and died in prison a few days later.”

Lin Xuanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly. “There is actually such a crazy thing?”

The local nodded with lingering fear and said, “However, some Divine Clan family members are still good, and the Spirit Emperor is good, but his disciples of the same clan are not necessarily good people.”

Speaking of this, the local realized that he had said too much, and after renting a flying boat, he hurriedly left in panic. Lin Xuanzhi also left, deep in thought.

Back at the inn, Lin Xuanzhi had reunited with Yan Tianhen and the others.

Yan Tianhen said: “I asked around just now. If you want to go to the Tomb of Youshan, you have to go through a swamp, a demonic forest, and many mountain roads. There are barriers made by the Rong clan on the upper levels, so you can't fly with the sword; you can only run on the ground. We'd better find a guide who knows the way, and have them take us. Otherwise, it will take quite a while to reach the Tomb of Youshan; It is also very possible to get lost.”

Chapter end