After the fall of the Chu dynasty, the era was renamed the Yuan Dynasty, and now, it was the eighth month of the Yuan Dynasty. Hu Shuo and others entered the village as bandits and were hindered by Ding Yan, resolving the disaster for the Mo family village. Everything that happened aligned with the characters written on the ancient map.
Although Mr. Mo was an ordinary human, having lived for so many years, the moment Ding Yan entered, he could immediately see the extraordinary nature of the other person, despite Ding Yan having concealed his original cultivation fluctuation, appearing like an ordinary person.
"These characters..."
Taking the brocade box, Ding Yan found it much heavier than he had imagined, about twenty pounds, and after carefully examining it for a moment, he took the ancient map and looked at it closely.
The map was incomplete, except for a small line of characters at the bottom, it also had some patterns above, resembling a map of a certain place, but it also looked like a child's haphazard sketch. However, it was clear that the person who left the characters and the person who drew the map were not the same, because Ding Yan did not recognize any of the characters on the damaged map, it seemed like it wasn't even a language from this world.
"According to the ancestral legend, after taking out the things inside the box and placing them on top of the damaged map, you might see something unexpected," Mr. Mo said.
Clearly, he had also not seen what was inside the box, and as for the words he told Ding Yan, they should have all been passed down from the ancestors.
Ding Yan looked at the three items inside the box, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the strange crystal from the left. Generally speaking, it was very likely that this strange crystal contained remnants of power left by the predecessors, and if the opening of the secrets on the damaged map required something from inside the box, it was obviously the most likely candidate.
After laying the last piece on the ground, Ding Yan carefully placed the crystal on top of it.
Then, he pushed his divine sense to envelop the entire incomplete picture, observing its changes.
Half a cup of tea passed...
The incomplete picture showed no change, and the patterns on it remained the same.
"Could it be this key?" Retrieving the crystal, Ding Yan placed the key on the incomplete picture.
Minute by minute, time passed.
Another half a cup of tea's time passed.
The incomplete picture remained unchanged.
Ding Yan sighed bitterly, never expecting to be wrong twice. After taking out the jade bottle and placing it on the incomplete picture, Ding Yan took two steps back, released his divine sense, carefully observing the changes in the incomplete picture.
Half an incense stick's time passed.
A full incense stick's time passed...
After waiting for a whole hour, Ding Yan finally confirmed that the incomplete picture would not change at all.
Ding Yan sighed bitterly, turning to Mo Lao Ye and said, "Mo Lao Ye, are you sure you didn't remember it wrong?"
"It must not be a mistake!" Mo Lao Ye shook his head. "Could there be something else in the box?"
Mo Lao Ye, unwilling to accept it, walked over and turned the box upside down.
But it was obvious that there was nothing inside the box.
Ding Yan was speechless. He had thought that coming into the ancestral house would reveal many things, but now, he was even more puzzled.
First was the unnamed ancestor of the Mo family. How did he know about his arrival?
If it was about numerology, Ding Yan was definitely not convinced. Because numerology at the level of Taoism was extremely rare, to some extent, even more precious than Taoist arts. If the ancestor of the Mo family had obtained numerology at the level of Taoism, then how could the Mo family appear in the mortal world?
Then there was the stone figure inscribed on the wall.
This person was simply a mystery. Ding Yan even suspected that this person might be from the same world as he was.
"Do you think the things the ancestor mentioned in the box could be the jade liquid inside this bottle?" Mo Lao Ye took the jade bottle, guessing.
He firmly believed that the ancestor would never deceive future generations. Because in the records of the Mo family village, the ancestor had actually left five prophecies, and apart from the last one, the first four had all come true. It was precisely because of this that Mo Lao Ye was certain the moment he saw Ding Yan that he belonged to the Ding family of scattered immortals.
"Perhaps..." Ding Yan said uncertainly.
To be precise, the jade liquid inside the bottle could also be considered something in the box.
At Mo Lao Ye's words, he directly removed the bottle stopper, pouring the jade liquid onto the incomplete picture.
The moment the bottle stopper was removed, a fragrant aroma spread out, intoxicating like aged wine.
"Old Master, wait!" Ding Yan interrupted.
But obviously, it was too late.
After the jade liquid dropped onto the incomplete picture, it was absorbed into it in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Ding Yan was first stunned, then said, "It really is something from inside the bottle!"
After absorbing the jade liquid, black small characters appeared one after another on the incomplete picture. The places that had looked like scribbles before now connected, forming a complete map of a huge ancient city.
"Wangsi City!" After seeing the last three ancient characters on the incomplete picture, Ding Yan took a cold breath.
"Later on, since you have opened the secret on the incomplete picture, it means that what Mo has seen on the Death Stone Monument has come true. In gratitude, Mo has left three things for you in the brocade box. Apart from the True Spirit Liquid, the other two things are also valuable. Be careful in using them..." A venerable voice flashed through Ding Yan's mind.
A spiritual remnant.
With Ding Yan's experience, he could tell at a glance that this voice had been sealed inside the incomplete picture by an ancestor using a supreme spell, and as long as the seal was broken, the voice would appear.
"Death Stone Monument?" Ding Yan silently repeated the name, remembering it.
His gaze fell on the incomplete picture again.
'Wangsi City, a legendary ghost city, but how many people know that this Wangsi City is actually the place where Huangquan Lao Xian ascended...'
"Huangquan Lao Xian?" Ding Yan's eyes revealed a hint of shock. Composing himself, he continued to read.
'Huangquan Lao Xian, the only existence to have passed the scattered immortal calamity nine times in ten thousand years! It is said that within Wangsi City, there are his cultivation methods and the secret of successfully passing the scattered immortal calamity nine times. It's a pity that Mo has no chance...' The message from the Mo family's ancestor ended here.
Obviously, the Mo family's ancestor had also failed to obtain these things.