Chapter 186: The Heavenly Book
"Do you know the name of that Great Emperor?" Ye Fan asked urgently.
Wang Shu shook his head and said, "I don't know. I only heard a drunken remark from Fifth Master Zhang. It was an ancient Great Emperor, but there was no name."
"According to what my grandfather said..." Er Lengzi suddenly spoke in a mysterious tone. "The reason the Zhang family has lived here is to guard that Purple Mountain."
"What did your grandfather say?" Ye Fan was shocked inside.
"My grandfather heard it from the older generation too. Just that one sentence, nothing detailed." Er Lengzi thought for a moment, then said, "He also seemed to mention that a thousand years ago, when the Zhang family's *Source Heaven Scroll* was lost, it was also because of that Purple Mountain."
"What does the *Source Heaven Scroll* have to do with Purple Mountain?" Ye Fan found it hard to stay calm. He desperately wanted to see that extraordinary book.
"My grandfather said it seemed like an ancestor of the Zhang family disobeyed the clan's orders, entered that great mountain, and never came out again. The *Source Heaven Scroll* was lost from then on." Er Lengzi spoke in a hushed, mysterious tone, glancing back as he finished, afraid someone might overhear.
Ye Fan's mind churned with waves. That Purple Mountain had an immense origin and was absolutely extraordinary.
How many Great Emperors had there been throughout history? The Extreme Weapons they forged were unparalleled across the ages, possessing immense and unmatched power. Holding just one allowed one to dominate the world, and the Holy Lands regarded them as their supreme treasures.
If one could merge with an Extreme Weapon, they would be invincible from the start. If they could continuously supply it with divine power, they would find few rivals in the Eastern Wasteland.
The achievements of ancient Great Emperors were difficult for later generations to surpass. There was a theory that several ancient scriptures of the Eastern Wasteland were each created by Great Emperors from different eras. How could Ye Fan remain calm thinking about this?
Ancient Great Emperors had forged Extreme Weapons and created peerless ancient scriptures—all priceless treasures of the Eastern Wasteland.
"That Purple Mountain is connected to a Great Emperor. If I could find his cultivation method, it would be like obtaining a complete ancient scripture!"
Ye Fan believed that anyone who became a Great Emperor must have had an unmatched cultivation method.
"If I could also find an Extreme Weapon..." Just thinking about it made him excited.
However, he quickly calmed down. Fifth Master Zhang had repeatedly emphasized that it was an ominous place. To gain anything from it would likely be harder than reaching the heavens.
Ye Fan left the stone village again. Half an hour later, he returned to the foot of the massive Purple Mountain and circled it completely. "Is there something inside here?" he muttered to himself. But no matter how he observed, he found nothing special. Even when he extended his divine sense, he gained nothing.
"What did that Great Emperor leave here? Why is it connected to him?" What he hoped for most was an ancient scripture that had never been passed down—something he urgently needed now.
But he could only dream. The might of ancient Great Emperors was beyond the imagination of later generations. Even if something was left behind, there was no guarantee he could obtain it.
Ye Fan climbed back to the peak of Purple Mountain. At that moment, his expression froze. His face was full of disbelief—he could hardly trust his own eyes.
Yesterday morning, he had used the golden book to chop open a large pit here. But now, the mountain... "Come and listen." "It's about gambling on source stones..." Wang Shu explained patiently. Sure enough, it was just as Ye Fan had guessed.
The stone materials produced by source veins were very special. Even cultivators couldn't see through them. Neither divine sense nor divine power could probe their interiors. Only by truly cutting them open could one know if there was source inside. Ye Fan had known this for a long time, but he hadn't realized that, based on this, the source gambling industry was extremely prosperous.
"In the past, our village was very wealthy. My grandfather's generation all went to see the sights and participated in source gambling." Wang Shu said enviously.
"It's okay. Give me a detailed explanation of the precautions, and I'll take you there later."
"It's actually very simple. There aren't many rules..." Wang Shu explained a lot on the side.
"I want to go too." Er Lengzi, passing by and overhearing, came over and said, "But the journey is too far. The nearest place is still several hundred li away. There's an oasis there covering a thousand li in radius, very prosperous."
"That's just an ordinary source gambling place. I've heard the best one is tens of thousands of li away, in the most prosperous Holy City of the Northern Domain." Wang Shu's face showed a look of longing. "Those Holy Lands send half of the best source stones dug from around the Primordial Ancient Mine there. It's a paradise for source gambling."
"Various Holy Lands..." Ye Fan was surprised.
"Yes, there, everything in source gambling is top-notch. I absolutely have to get the *Source Heaven Scroll* out."
"Brother Ye, why is your face green?" Er Lengzi asked innocently.
"Nonsense, how could my face be green? If anyone's face is green, it would be those people from the Holy Lands."
"Brother Ye, are you really going to gamble on source stones?" Wang Shu asked expectantly.
"Naturally, I'm going. I plan to gamble for the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi. I won't let her go back, or else I'd be worse than a beast."
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