Chapter 67: Desolate Tower and Green Copper
The unscrupulous Taoist paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, frowning deeply, muttering to himself: "The Demon Emperor truly lives up to his reputation, actually setting up both a Yang Tomb and a Yin Grave. This place... is it a deliberate flaw he left behind?"
The fat Taoist was uncertain, staring at the distant active volcano, then gazing at the unfathomable black pool before him. His brows were nearly twisted together as he said: "If I'm not mistaken, this Yin Grave is no simple matter. No matter how many people enter, they'll all die..."
"Aren't you doing just fine, Daoist?" Ye Fan interjected from the side.
"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?" The unscrupulous Taoist now found Ye Fan displeasing no matter how he looked at him. "You little spendthrift, why don't you just go down and keep the Demon Emperor company!"
"Come on, Daoist, don't take your anger out on me. This really has nothing to do with me."
"Sigh!" The unscrupulous Taoist plopped down on the ground, looking utterly dejected. "Although I've discovered a shocking secret, I have no way to open the Yin Grave. I suspect a fatal trap has been laid below. If I had dived to the bottom of the black pool and entered the Yin Hall earlier, I probably wouldn't exist in this world anymore."
"So you're saying that the Eastern Wasteland human race's supreme treasure—the Desolate Tower—is in the Yin Grave beneath this black pool?" Ye Fan sat on a distant rock, not getting too close to avoid bad luck. "No wonder those five big shots couldn't find the Desolate Tower no matter what. It's been suppressed here."
The unscrupulous Taoist ignored him, lost in thought. Then he began drawing and scratching on the ground, seemingly deducing the connections between the Yang Tomb and the Yin Grave. Finally, he let out a long sigh, a helpless expression on his face. "I missed out on a supreme treasure but stumbled upon a shocking Yin Grave, yet I can't enter. What regret and frustration!"
"Aren't there a few big shots over there?" Ye Fan gestured toward the five figures above the active volcano. "Daoist, don't be so resentful. I just casually tossed it into this black pool. Who told you not to tell me earlier that it was a treasure..."
Watching this eleven- or twelve-year-old brat jabber on smugly, the unscrupulous Taoist grew more bitter the more he thought about it. Finally, he felt like crying but had no tears, wishing he could chop off his own hands. How could he have been so careless? Why hadn't he kept it back then?
"Unscrupulous mother of all Heavenly Venerables!" He exhaled heavily. "Stop your jabbering and behave yourself!"
"Sigh!" Ye Fan shook his head and sighed, but inside he was ecstatic. In just a short moment, he had made the unscrupulous Taoist regret endlessly, successfully stirring up his negative emotions. It was a good vent for his anger.
When Ye Fan stopped talking, the fat Taoist spoke up on his own, seemingly lamenting: "Who says this scrap copper is inferior to the Desolate Tower? Ten thousand years ago, the Eastern Wasteland nearly turned upside down because of this piece of Green Copper."
"Is that so?" Ye Fan looked puzzled.
"Yes. Back then, even when the Desolate Tower was lost, there wasn't such turmoil. But this piece of Green Copper made the entire Eastern Wasteland restless."
"The Desolate Tower can suppress and kill immortals, unstoppable in its might. It's already considered the supreme treasure of the Eastern Wasteland. Is the Green Copper even more powerful than it?"
The fat Taoist was listless. "The Green Copper is from the Central Province. When it was lost back then, all the top experts from the Central Province came out, nearly turning the Eastern Wasteland, Southern Ridge, Western Desert, and Northern Plains completely upside down. That was a massive upheaval!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan gasped.
He knew well that the Central Province was even more vast and boundless than the Eastern Wasteland. Even cultivators riding divine rainbows couldn't cross it. To travel from one end to the other, one had to carve "Dao Patterns" on the mountains and rivers, condense "Heavenly Trends," and traverse through the void.
It was said that the Central Province had many ancient sites, outstanding people, and countless experts—a profoundly mysterious and prosperous ancient land.
"Who had such audacity to provoke all the top experts of the Central Province..."
"Naturally, it was the last Great Emperor to unify the Eastern Wasteland's Demon Clan. He brought immense trouble to the Eastern Wasteland's human race!"
"It seems the Demon Emperor was very powerful, stirring up winds and clouds across all directions. He was indeed an extraordinary figure."
The unscrupulous Taoist shot him an annoyed glance. "Do I need you to say that? If he weren't strong enough, how could he have unified the Eastern Wasteland's Demon Clan and achieved an immortal imperial legacy?"
Ye Fan thought for a moment and then asked: "How can you be sure that piece of Green Copper belongs to the Central Province? And what exactly is it?"
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