Zhang Ling had seen rumors about the Profound Void Cave Heaven and the Seven Sages of Profound Void in ancient books in the Northern Yuan cultivation world, the Flowing Cloud Sea, and now the Eastern Region cultivation world.
Although the records were only fragments, the basic statements were consistent.
Holding the jade slip in his hand, he pondered these ancient rumors. This communication jade slip was sent by Feng Qingzi to Old Monster Shui Yuan.
Although it was impossible to accurately deduce what era these two cultivators were from, it could be determined that they were at least ancient cultivators from 20,000 years ago.
Then the cave dwelling he was in now was very likely the former cultivation cave dwelling of Old Monster Shui Yuan, a Deity Transformation cultivator.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ling's gaze turned to the several stone doors on the wall. Perhaps there were treasures left behind by this Deity Transformation cultivator hidden inside.
There were a total of five stone doors, and some dark ancient characters were engraved on the rock walls above the stone doors. He identified them, and the inscriptions on four of the stone doors were, respectively, "Library," "Treasure Light," "Spirit Control," and "Spirit Medicine." The black stone door directly opposite had no label indicating its purpose.
Such a cave dwelling layout was very common. Zhang Ling glanced at it and walked towards the stone door representing Treasure Light. Treasure Light meant that magical treasures and other items left behind by ancient cultivators might be sealed inside.
Arriving in front of the stone door, with a wave of his hand, a ray of spiritual light struck the heavy stone door. With a muffled sound, a faint layer of white light appeared on the stone door, blocking his spiritual power.
Seeing the restriction, Zhang Ling was not surprised but delighted, revealing a hint of joy. This proved that something valuable might really be stored inside.
As the magic incantation changed, he released his flying sword, which transformed into sword lights, and began to break the restriction on it.
The restriction on this was not too strong, similar to the layer of restriction spiritual light covering the passage entrance of the stone hall behind him.
Restrictions inside a cultivator's cave dwelling were mostly similar. Generally speaking, the restrictions outside the cave dwelling were very strong and not easy to break.
However, the restrictions inside the cave dwelling mostly only served as a warning. Powerful restriction defenses would only be set up in some special areas inside.
He was now inside the cave dwelling, so it was much easier to break the restrictions inside.
A moment later, with a loud bang, Zhang Ling opened the stone door in front of him, and his divine sense probed inside. The space inside was about a hundred zhang in size.
Zhang Ling walked in and took a closer look. Among the items on these twelve white jade platforms, there were seven finished ancient treasures, four jade bottles, and one jade box.
He first looked at the seven ancient treasures, and after sensing them slightly with his divine sense, he revealed a disappointed expression. Although these ancient treasures were well preserved and had not lost their spirituality, they were all ordinary ancient treasures.
He naturally looked down on these ordinary goods now.
Then he checked the four jade bottles, which seemed to be used to store pills.
Opening a blue jade bottle, he could only smell a faint medicinal fragrance, and there was nothing inside.
In another red jade bottle, there were ten grayish-black pills, but after smelling them lightly, he smelled a spicy smell. Obviously, they had deteriorated.
The remaining four jade bottles were roughly the same. The pills stored inside had either deteriorated or had long since vaporized.
Zhang Ling smiled wryly and continued to check the remaining jade box.
It was a rectangular black jade box, filled with five or six magical artifacts and two intermediate storage bags. Among them, two of the magical artifacts were obviously damaged.
It seemed that this jade box was used to store sundries. These seemed to be the magical artifacts and other items used by the original owner of this place when his cultivation was still at a low level.
However, there was also a black wooden token inside that represented his identity.
Zhang Ling tried it, and it could still be activated. When his divine sense entered it, he obtained some simple information.
The front of the token was engraved with some thunder pattern patterns and three ancient characters, "Demon Suppression City." It also contained a cultivator information named Shui Yuntian.
Shui Yuntian, a rogue cultivator from Demon Suppression City, with a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. The information was very brief, but in addition, it also came with a shadow image.
The shadow image was a portrait of the cultivator, a young cultivator wearing a black robe, with a bit of baleful aura on his face. Zhang Ling took a look, and his expression froze, because the portrait on this gave him a sense of familiarity.
After looking at it a few more times, he recognized that the shadow image of this person was extremely similar to Long Bo in the blue treasure cauldron.
It could be said that it was Long Bo's appearance when he was young. Could it be that this person's real name was Shui Yuntian?
This cave dwelling was most likely the cave dwelling of Old Monster Shui Yuan, or it was also the cave dwelling of that Long Bo.
This was easy to judge. The communication jade slip appeared on the table outside, which was the most obvious evidence. This kind of communication jade slip would basically not appear in the cave dwelling of other cultivators.
This identity token appeared again in this stone house.
Moreover, this cave dwelling was not far from the Lava Valley where he was not long ago.
Then the person named Shui Yuntian was Shui Yuan's real name. Or he also had a name, which was called Long Bo.
This was not contradictory. Many cultivators did not only have one name, they might have several names, or even more, but in fact they were all the same person.
No matter what era, the cultivation world was always accompanied by killings and struggles. In order to hide their identity, facilitate actions, or to achieve some special purpose, they often changed their identity.
As their cultivation increased, it was normal for the same person to make a name for themselves with several names.
While Zhang Ling was thinking, he waved his hand and put away the things in front of him. He did not even let go of the white jade platforms placed around him.
Because these white jade platforms were engraved with miniature spirit gathering arrays. As long as treasures were placed on them, they could be nourished by spiritual energy.
The value of a white jade platform was no less than that of a top-grade magical artifact.
In Zhang Ling's own cave dwelling, some of the treasures he stored would also have spirit gathering arrays specially set up to mobilize spiritual power to nourish them.
It was just that he would not specially refine storage objects similar to these white jade platforms. This seemed too extravagant.
But thinking that this place was very likely the cave dwelling of a Deity Transformation cultivator, it was nothing.
It was conceivable that the white jade platforms were originally filled with valuable treasures, but it seemed that they had long been taken away by the original owner. Only a few that he looked down on were left behind.
Zhang Ling muttered, and walked out of this stone room, and began to break the restriction on the stone house representing Spirit Medicine. Of the remaining stone houses, Spirit Medicine was naturally the most valuable.
When the restriction was broken, the stone door was split into pieces of rubble in his sword light. Before Zhang Ling's divine sense could probe into it, he suddenly saw a black light flash out.
His expression changed, and without thinking, he raised his hand and a blue scale shield blocked in front of him.
With a loud bang, the black light slammed into the shield, and even sent Zhang Ling flying out along with the shield.
Zhang Ling crashed into the wall behind him, and a surge of qi and blood surged in his chest. His expression instantly became ugly. This sudden attack was so fierce.
Fortunately, the blue scale shield blocking in front of him was refined from the tenth-order Flood Dragon scales, and its defense was not bad, and it was not broken.
But this also made him suffer a small loss.
Immediately afterwards, he saw several black lights shooting again. Zhang Ling snorted coldly and instantly moved to the other side, dodging these attacks.
However, those few black lights seemed to have eyes, like poisonous snakes, turning in the air and following closely.
This attack was beyond Zhang Ling's expectations. Fortunately, he was already prepared, and with a wave of his hand, he sprinkled a piece of yellow sand, and at the same time spewed out a mouthful of hazy yellow essence.
The yellow sand suddenly flowed quickly, turning into a huge yellow sand vortex. The few black lights that attacked slammed into it, making a popping sound.
The yellow sand vortex, like quicksand, wrapped the few black lights in it.
Zhang Ling then saw clearly that the few black lights were actually root-like tentacles, covered with layers of dark red scales, like giant snakes.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound of breaking through the air coming from behind the broken stone door. Inside the stone house representing Spirit Medicine, countless dark red scale tentacles were entangled.
It was as if there were densely packed giant snakes coiled in front of him, but he did not see the position of the snake's head.
"What is this, a monster?" Zhang Ling thought to himself.
