I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 362 - 662: Traversing the Primordial Era
Su Wuming had always been a man of few words, and Han Zheng had actually grown accustomed to that.
So just now, Han Zheng had been focusing on the mural the whole time and conversing with Yan Xuankong, which led to some neglect of Su Wuming.
But who would have thought that in such a brief moment, Su Wuming would have disappeared? Something wasn't quite right.
Just as Han Zheng was about to step forward to look for Su Wuming, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
Han Zheng looked down at his feet then glanced around, his expression subtly changing.
The cave that led to the underground river they had come through had vanished.
The footprints left by Cui Zeyuan and the others on the ground were gone, and so were the footprints made by himself and Su Wuming upon entering.
It now seemed likely that it wasn't Su Wuming who had disappeared, but Han Zheng himself!
"What's going on here? Old Yan, have you noticed anything wrong?"
Yan Xuankong replied irritably, "Look at the state I'm in now. If I were at my peak and my physical body was still intact, maybe I would have noticed something. But now, I'm just a Yang God barely clinging to life; how could I possibly notice anything wrong? When it comes to Ancient Divine Relics, anything is possible.
We cultivate Martial Arts, with strength stemming from within ourselves, from the power between Heaven and Earth.
But the power of this Divine Envoy comes from the deities and demons of Ancient Chaos, so we absolutely cannot judge by current reason.
I've never been to such a place either, so I can't offer you any useful advice. You're on your own."
Seeing that Yan Xuankong was out of solutions, Han Zheng proceeded cautiously forward.
However, the further he went, the more he felt something was off.
Why was it getting brighter?
Looking around, he didn't know when, but his surroundings were no longer the gloomy tomb chamber but had changed to a whole new world!
All around him was a vast expanse of land. Under the blazing sun, a sacrificial altar rose high, and a person adorned in a long robe and covered in various golden ornaments stood at the top of the altar.
Han Zheng found the person somewhat familiar. After a long moment, he suddenly realized that this was the Divine Envoy from the mural.
Only the face of that Divine Envoy was indiscernible.
Not because of the distance, but a mist seemed to perpetually shroud the figure's face.
Looking around, there were thousands of people standing below the altar.
These people's attire was diverse: some in long robes, some in animal hide garments, and others in armor.
Regardless of the type, their styles differed greatly from those of the current Great Zhou, imbued with an ancient and barbaric aura.
Han Zheng tried to move his body but found himself unable to budge and could only look side to side.
At that moment, the Divine Envoy atop the altar began speaking, but Han Zheng could do nothing but watch helplessly from below.
No other reason; he couldn't understand a word, not a single word.
It was completely normal, considering the Ancient Chaos was a completely different era from now, possibly hundreds of thousands of years apart.
After speaking for a while, the Divine Envoy gestured with a wave of his hand, and immediately a hundred robust soldiers, shirts off, brawny and strong, came out carrying a huge bronze coffin.
The coffin was a hundred zhang long, and its surface was engraved with a dense array of rune lines.
The Divine Envoy descended the altar, took out huge pieces of animal hide, and affixed them to the bronze coffin.
At the same time, people brought forward pots of thick, congealed blood of varying shades.
Han Zheng could feel that the blood in those pots contained a power immensely great, perhaps even surpassing that of Demon Lord blood.
The Divine Envoy dipped his hand in the blood and began inscribing one bizarre symbol after another on the animal hides, resembling Array Patterns.
But then, the bronze coffin shook violently, and thick, black blood started seeping out from its seams!
The soldiers carrying the coffin became tainted by the black blood, and the flesh on their bodies rotted away in an instant, turning into puddles of pus and blood mixed with white bones!
Han Zheng could sense that everyone around him was exhibiting signs of fear.
The Divine Envoy sped up the symbol drawing. Once all the animal hides were covered in symbols, the coffin finally came to a rest.
Han Zheng slightly frowned.
Logically, the one buried in this coffin should be a god, and the power of a Divine Envoy all comes from the god.
But the sequence of actions that the Divine Envoy just performed, Han Zheng couldn't help but feel like the other was sealing the coffin instead?
Han Zheng wanted to ask Yan Xuankong for his opinion, but after calling out 'Old Yan' several times, there was no response.
A heaviness instantly settled in Han Zheng's heart.
Not only was he out of touch with Su Wuming, but now his connection with Yan Xuankong had also been cut off.
After the god's coffin was completely sealed, the Divine Envoy said a lot to everyone and then lifted the coffin, leading everyone in a certain direction.
Of course, Han Zheng didn't want to follow the crowd, but if he fell behind, a force would forcibly push him to catch up.
And Han Zheng couldn't escape either. As soon as he strayed slightly from the group, a force would bring him back.
Left with no choice, Han Zheng had to follow the funeral procession.
During this time, Han Zheng also thought about investigating the Divine Envoy and the coffin, but he couldn't get within three yards of the other.
He could approach other people, but to them, he seemed invisible, and no one could see him; he also couldn't touch anyone.
However, there were many crises on the road to the burial.
Along the way, they encountered people from other nations or tribes, some of whom allowed passage after the Divine Envoy explained the situation to them.
But others had to be fought to pass through successfully.
There were also large groups of Demons constantly launching sneak attacks, and they even met some Ancient Giant Beasts, beings even more terrifying than the Demons.
And originally, Han Zheng was just watching the show, but to his dismay, he found that although he couldn't touch other people, these dangers could touch him!
The first time they encountered a crisis, the funeral procession clashed with a small tribe, and both sides fought fiercely.
Han Zheng was still enjoying the commotion, wanting to see what differences there were between the people of the Ancient Times and the current Human Warriors.
On closer inspection, the differences were indeed significant.
People of the Ancient Times didn't follow Martial Arts; their cultivation was simple and brutal, even somewhat crude.
Ordinary people were practically tempering their bodies, cultivating them to be as formidable as Ancient Giant Beasts.
Not to mention those soldiers carrying the coffin, even the ordinary people around Han Zheng had physical strength comparable to his own when he was at the Peak of the Xuan Gang Realm and had cultivated the True Martial Nine Yang Holy Body.
Moreover, some of the elites possessed special powers, such as the basic powers of water and fire from Heaven and Earth.
Although not as varied as Martial Arts, combined with their powerful bodies, their might was equally astonishing.
And the power of that Divine Envoy was even more formidable, like Old Yan had said, the Divine Envoys of the Ancient Times were almost equivalent to the strong ones of the Dharma Manifestation Realm, commanding wind and rain, omnipotent.
Han Zheng was engrossed, unaware that a bronze arrow was speeding directly toward him.
The arrow was extremely fast, and only when it was upon him did Han Zheng draw his sword and slice it away, but he was still repulsed several steps by the powerful force.
It was then that Han Zheng realized, in this place, he could also be attacked; if the funeral procession was in trouble, Han Zheng could not avoid it.
With no other choice, Han Zheng could only join the funeral procession in their desperate struggle.
After fighting battle after battle, crossing grasslands, deserts, vast seas, through countless places and years, Han Zheng's spirit had even begun to numb.
This was different from training in the Taotie Furnace.
The passage of time in the Taotie Furnace was stagnant; it seemed eternal, but being immersed in it was actually a matter of a moment.
And now, Han Zheng seemed to have truly joined the Divine Envoy's funeral procession, walking shoulder to shoulder with everyone towards that unknown destination.
At the beginning, the funeral procession had about seven or eight thousand people.
But as they went on, fewer remained, and many of the tribe succumbed along the way.
In the end, fewer than a hundred were left.
