"Your Highness …"
Wang Chong was just about to use this chance to learn more about Bagushidu and find some flaws when a gust of wind blew past him. Wang Chong's body trembled in shock as he saw what was in front of him.
At that moment, the fog on the stone bridge was blown away by the strong wind. A figure stood there, looking very strange.
"How could this be?!"
Wang Chong's heart thumped, and he immediately stopped speaking.
He had always believed that there was no one else here besides him and Bagushidu, but it was now apparent that this was not the case.
"Something's wrong!"
Wang Chong quickly sensed that something was wrong.
This figure on the stone bridge was extremely abrupt, and it wasn't very far from Wang Chong's group, but Wang Chong couldn't sense any human energy from it. Moreover … Wang Chong turned his head to Bagushidu and saw that Bagushidu was smirking at him. At that moment, Wang Chong immediately understood.
If someone had really gotten here first, Bagushidu would never have been so calm.
"Heh, King of Foreign Lands, I truly can't hide anything from you. It seems like you've already guessed it."
Bagushidu had been observing Wang Chong this entire time, and not a single change in expression could escape his eyes. But Bagushidu didn't say anything. With a wave of his hand, he led Wang Chong along the stone bridge.
"Let's go. I'll take you to see!"
The two of them slowly advanced, and a moment later, Wang Chong finally saw that person on the stone bridge.
The man was tall and stalwart. He wore a tattered robe that fluttered in the strong wind.
His feet were spread apart, and just by standing there, he exuded an extremely powerful aura, exuding the air of a grandmaster who looked down on the world.
But even though the two were only six feet apart, Wang Chong couldn't sense any life from this person. And when Wang Chong scanned the stone bridge with his Psychic Energy, he was even more certain of this.
This was a dead person!
And judging from his tattered and weathered clothes, he had been dead for a very long time.
Just who is this person?
Wang Chong muttered to himself, an indescribably strange feeling in his heart.
Everyone knew that the Origin Immortal Treasury could only be opened by gathering all six pieces of the treasure map, and even then, the path would be fraught with danger. There would be all sorts of traps and monsters, and there was also the fifth-generation successor standing guard. But Wang Chong had never imagined that there would be someone who had entered this place earlier than him, and had even managed to reach the core and reach the stone bridge.
The dead martial arts expert who stood motionless on the stone bridge was like a mystery, shrouding everything in a layer of unknown fog.
Wang Chong's eyes quickly examined this person, but a moment later, his gaze traveled down the man's robe to the totem of the Celestial Wolf on his ankles, which exuded a black luster. Wang Chong's eyes narrowed.
This was a Turk!
Only a few Turks, and Turkic nobles of extraordinary status, would have the totem of the Celestial Wolf tattooed on their ankles.
"Buzz!"
A bolt of lightning flashed through Wang Chong's mind, and he immediately began to think of many things. But as he carefully thought about them, he couldn't seem to come up with anything.
"This is the patriarch of our Solar Holy Mountain's Earth Sect from two hundred years ago, Ishinishidu. He was also the last state teacher of our Turks!"
Bagushidu solemnly took two steps forward, and for the first time, he slightly loosened his grip on Wang Chong's wrist. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the state teacher of the Turks, his expression one of utmost respect.
State teacher? Two hundred years ago …
Wang Chong's eyes widened in shock. The mighty state teacher of the Turks had appeared sixteen thousand meters underground, and he had even died in the core of the Origin Immortal Treasury. Who would believe such a thing? As Wang Chong stared at the back of that figure, the strange feeling in his heart grew even stronger.
Wang Chong was well aware that two hundred years ago, a story that he did not know of had taken place underground. But Wang Chong was in no rush and did not ask. Since Bagushidu was willing to say Ishinishidu's name, even if Wang Chong did not ask, Bagushidu would tell him the story.
As expected, Wang Chong quickly heard Bagushidu's voice.
"Ishinishidu is a Turkic word that means' Son of the Celestial Wolf ',' Son of God '. He was the most outstanding genius of our Solar Holy Mountain and one of the strongest grandmasters of our Earth Sect. Not even twenty years old, he defeated all the competitors of the Earth Sect, including the Elders of the sect, and became the new state teacher of the Turks.
"And at twenty-seven, he comprehended a supreme secret art and became the number one expert of the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates. Not only that, Ishinishidu was extremely knowledgeable, and he had long ago learned all the martial arts of our Solar Holy Mountain, fused them together, and created a powerful technique of his own.
"And whether it was the Central Plains, the Turks, the Ouzan, or Mengshe Zhao, he knew all martial arts. According to his plan, after defeating all the experts of the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates and forcing all the martial artists of the Western Regions to submit to him, Ishinishidu immediately went south to the Central Plains to have a showdown with the experts of the Central Plains, exchanging pointers in their martial arts so that they could reach an even higher level.
"The Central Plains is rife with experts and is hailed as the holy land of martial arts. Moreover, the martial arts there are completely different from those of the Solar Holy Mountain. Ishinishidu spent six months traveling from the north to the south, visiting all the sects, big and small, with the utmost courtesy. In these six months, he traveled the world, visiting all sorts of experts, but not a single one of them was a match for him. The vast majority of people couldn't even last a single exchange with him, and a small number of people were able to block two or three blows from Ishinishidu, but that was all.
"Ishinishidu felt rather disappointed!"
… …
Bagushidu's recount of events from two hundred years ago, coupled with the image of Ishinishidu standing on the stone bridge, his corpse not rotting even after two hundred years, gave off a powerful impact. It was as if those events from several hundred years ago were happening right before their eyes.
But Wang Chong imperceptibly creased his brow. He was not a person of the martial arts world, so he didn't know much about its affairs. But Bagushidu's words made him recall some of the stories of the martial arts world that he had heard from his master, The Evil Emperor.
The Evil Emperor had mentioned that Ishinishidu had challenged the Central Plains two hundred years ago, but it was the exact opposite of the refined and courteous manner that Bagushidu had described.
He went to the Central Plains to challenge the various sects, and even if they avoided fighting, he would force them into action, and his methods were extremely cruel.
Most of his defeated opponents had their tendons and tendons severed, and their cultivation was crippled. When Ishinishidu challenged a sect, he would destroy it, and the number of sects that he had destroyed in the martial arts world numbered in the hundreds.
Ishinishidu might have respected those who could defeat him, but he viewed those who were weaker than him as ants.
In his journey south, Ishinishidu had almost never encountered an opponent that could defeat him, and countless experts had died at his hands. This was the first time that a single Hu had stirred up a calamity in the Central Plains.
Based on what his master, The Evil Emperor, had said, Ishinishidu truly was very strong, and the vast majority of the martial artists of the martial arts world were no match for him. But it was not necessarily true that he was invincible.
At the very least, Wang Chong knew that everyone in the martial arts world knew of people like Song Yuanyi and the Black Yin Ancestor, but how many people knew of the Tang Dynasty's War God So Jung-son or Anxi War God Gao Xianzhi, let alone the Holy Emperor hidden in the palace?
These people would never fight with the martial arts world for the rest of their lives, and no matter what calamity befell the martial arts world, they would never interfere.
But to those Hu who had challenged the Central Plains, if they could defeat the righteous alliance lord of the righteous path, Song Yuanyi, they would have defeated all the experts of the Central Plains. Thus, it was impossible to say.
But at the time, the calamity that Ishinishidu had stirred up had finally angered those hidden experts of the Central Plains. By the time those hidden experts had gathered and prepared to deal with Ishinishidu, the Turkic state teacher had already left the Central Plains and headed north.
They chased after Ishinishidu, hoping to catch up, but once they left the fortress, they lost sight of him. And after that, there was no more news of him.
This person appeared out of nowhere like a comet, but also disappeared without a trace in a very short period of time, like a falling star.
The Demonic Emperor had only told this story to Wang Chong, and neither Wang Chong nor the Evil Emperor had paid it much attention. After all, this was a matter from several hundred years ago, far too distant from the present.
But Wang Chong had never imagined that the 'Hu' who had stirred up a calamity in the Central Plains and massacred almost the entire martial arts world was actually the founding ancestor of Bagushidu's Earth Sect. Moreover, his corpse was not in the holy land of the Turkic Solar Holy Mountain, but in the sunless core of the Origin Immortal Treasury, where he had silently died on a stone bridge.
And right in front of him!
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