In the city of Xinyi Continent, Ning Zheng looked at the attire and decorations on the whole ancient style street, and the pedestrians.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable strong sense of disharmony.

This seemed to be a marketplace.

Occasionally, a cultivator passing by would carry a storage bag, and the style and structure of magical artifacts were quite classical, even old-fashioned.

Moreover, the currency they traded in was surprisingly not magic coins.

Instead, it was a piece of semi-transparent jade?

He felt like he had traveled to another country, experiencing foreign customs.

"Even though the place is distant, and the customs differ, the currency still…" Ning Zheng frowned and glanced down.

[Today's Qi Fortune Value: 1900]

Still, nothing happened.

It proved that he was safe with ghost companions.

Pingchang City even allowed cultivators to bring ghosts in, very accommodating, as long as they didn't harm people.

This bigger city had no reason not to allow it.

In this era, the immortal path flourished, there was a hundred schools of thought contending, and it was extremely inclusive.

Ning Zheng asked Dizzy and others not to act rashly, walking along the street, listening with an ear.

After listening for a while, he finally understood the stone they were talking about was something called spirit stone.

The currency for transactions here was surprisingly not magic coins?

Spirit stone?

Ning Zheng had a face full of question marks.

Behind him.

Dizzy and others dared not speak.

They cautiously observed the surroundings, eyes wide open, secretly taking pictures.

They were like country folk, never having ventured out since being born in the manor.

The most prosperous place before was just that Demon Cultivator's tomb-raiding camp, where bartering took place, and compared to the lively city street in front of them, it was so backward and crude.

To them.

This was their first time in a city, stepping into a big map, showing a truly bustling sandbox world.

Beauties, old men, scholars, demon beast mounts, beast-eared ladies… these occasional passing beings left them dumbfounded.

Their hearts were immediately filled with excitement.

They began to walk proudly, revealing a cold and amiable smile, pretending to be human, even occasionally making clicking sounds like humans.

— They couldn't disgrace the old steward, so they acted as ordinary aloof pedestrians.

They were a bit nervous, but fortunately, the human acting skills learned back at the manor for welcoming guests came into play.

Dizzy said softly:

"This is too bustling! When we return, I'll leak some info, absolutely going viral."

A nearby blacksmith also spoke:

"What do you know! This is just the corner of the corner. How big is the whole area? I can't even imagine. It's said there are at least tens of billions of people here, far surpassing Blue Star, which is normal."

"That beauty over there is so pretty, slurp, slurp."

"I have all my money with me, a hundred magic coins. I'm going to prepare some good things from street stalls to buy back as souvenirs."

The last tomb raid, those brick-moving blacksmiths got rich instantly.

Although they didn't dig into the core area, most were brick-and-tile structures, people still earned hundreds of magic coins per person.

And other blacksmiths who didn't go into the ancient tomb dungeon also profited from doing daily tasks, helping tidy up and sort at the manor.

Of course, many people took loans from Blood Separation Flower, revived, and started the brick-moving life again in poverty.

"How about that candied fruit?"

"No, let's secretly check if there's a herb area, see if we can get some new mixed spirit roots."

The group whispered to each other, eyes glowing, looking extremely sneaky.

Ning Zheng was also visiting the big city for the first time, looking at the densely packed shops along the street, he felt unsure where to go.

After hesitating for a moment.

He chose a place he felt relatively familiar with and walked into a roadside bookstore.

Inside the bookstore.

An old man in a grey robe sat on a chair, smoking a pipe.

On the bookshelves were lined up numerous cultivation secret manuals, dazzling the eye.

Ning Zheng observed carefully.

There were five bookshelves… common types were gold, wood, water, fire, earth.

"Can I have a look?" Ning Zheng asked.

"Of course you can, this is just an introduction, the follow-up cultivation techniques are still in my hand." The old man glanced at him and continued to smoke his pipe idly.

Ning Zheng hesitated, casually opened a Little Cloud Rain Technique book for water attribute spiritual roots.

It seemed to be an entry-level technique for lower-grade spiritual roots, provided for spirit farmers to cultivate, making clouds and raining.

Behind him, those blacksmiths were chattering.

"This place, how does it sell cultivation techniques without matching spiritual roots?"

"I guess you purchase then receive spiritual roots at the counter."

"But there's no potted plants at the counter."

"That's right, I heard selling cultivation techniques comes with spiritual roots, always displayed as lush green potted plants."

...

"Cultivation techniques, what matching spiritual roots?"

The old man frowned, seeming to hear Dizzy and others' whispered discussion, showed a look of disgust:

"Are you guys from that neighboring continent, claiming to be new humans?"

New humans?

Ning Zheng frowned.

"Hmph, go on, you're not welcome here, there are no cultivation techniques you need." The shopkeeper waved his hand, face full of disgust, "Mortals without spiritual roots wanting to plant spiritual roots postnatal, dreaming of cultivation, pfft!"

Ning Zheng didn't say anything, made a gesture of respect, and left directly.

New humans refer to those of us born without spiritual roots.

The reverse meaning is:

Old humans are born with spiritual roots?

This overturns Ning Zheng's worldview during this period.

"Strange."

He looks at the shops around and gazes at the sky of Sin Yi State City.

The sense of incongruity feels heavier.

Sin Yi State City, vast and rich, not only has demon beasts and half-blood human races, but also some rare breeds who are born with spiritual roots, which is quite normal.

However.

Those rare breeds, born with spiritual roots, why do they look down on those born without spiritual roots?

Very odd.

Nowadays, those born without spiritual roots are the mainstream, aren't they?

Unless...

They are humans who don't belong to this era, living in the super-prehistoric Immortal Path epoch before the emergence of Three Flowers on the Top.

The gate he entered, is it a royal mausoleum?

Did he enter a segment of ancient history?

Or is it...

An ultra-ancient royal tomb.

His family's three ancestors were buried with a Paper House.

While more influential city guards were buried with a zone of prisons.

And higher-level beings, why couldn't their burial companion be a city?

Qin Shi Huang used mercury to mimic hundreds of rivers and seas, why couldn't a place here... be a mountain and river?

Shops, residences, pedestrians, farmers, wealthy merchants?

The city he sees is a scene from a certain ultra-ancient historical period, buried in an ancient era's locality, naturally having corresponding customs and traditions.

Then.

How could a tomb open a big door for anyone to enter at will?

Isn't this harmful!

Sin Yi State City is one of the Nine-State's Nine Great Royal Cities, a human fortress.

With such grand status, how could it deceive people? Where would the face go?

It's impossible to set a trap.

Even if it were truly a tomb, using it as a city gate would surely ensure the safety of those entering the city.

Then.

Is it possible?

This Sin Yi State City was human and ghost... mixed society from the beginning?

"So, what I see upon entering is considered completely normal to outsiders?"

Ning Zheng keeps reasoning, contemplating, and looking at the surrounding environment.

"At present, this ultra-ancient tomb corresponds to a time period."

"At least tens of thousands of years ago, a born-with-spiritual-roots... Immortal human race era."

Ning Zheng suddenly displays a look of shock.

Then.

Seeing this way, each city gate corresponds to a certain period's ultra-ancient Sage!

Every entry into a city gate, sorted by timeline, shows a glimpse of Sage history.

"Impressive as a royal city, what a grand work!"

"Following the sequence of entering each gate, one can view the entire human history, read a... living mythological history book!"

"Communicating with past ancient wisdom."

"Conversing with past Saints."

"Witnessing their splendor, the Saints' cries, life's joys and sorrows, revealing the truth to posterity without altering the history books, hiding the truth..."

"This is a monumental script of history."

"All past events are for future generations to comment on."

Ning Zheng's heart is shockingly moved.

How grand!

How heroic!

What an earth-shattering grand gesture.

This is indeed a giant Red House, a public mausoleum!

Unlike those private mausoleums of Holy Lands, great families, and sects.

This public mausoleum is freely open, giving the world's low-class family a chance, an opportunity to discuss with ancient sages!

Ning Zheng looks around, taking a deep breath:

"I am located in the historical gallery!"

"Allow the living to gaze at the old world."

"Build a paradise for the dead."

"And this city gate entrance, to which ancient mythical era does it belong? Amazingly, it uses spirit stones instead of magic coins?"

"Moreover, people of this era are born with spiritual roots?"

Ning Zheng faintly guesses amidst confusion.

Magic Coins may have been created after the founding, personally crafted by Saints using Shoushan Copper and refined by Money Child as official currency.

But.

Where did the spirit stones of the previous era go?

Where did those born-with-spiritual-roots humans go, and why did they vanish in the current era?

His heart burns with intense curiosity.

The grandeur of history always arouses the desire for exploration.

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