Chapter 57
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Chapter 57: The Secret of Godfall Ridge
"How many heavenly secrets points are needed for the system to check the specific date of the coming great change?"
"Six hundred thousand."
The price was within expectations.
From the moment Ji Zhe and the others stepped into Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, Ye Xu already knew many secrets of Godfall Ridge.
Twelve million years ago, numerous ancient divine clans of the Yuan Realm were sealed within layers of time and space by an extremely powerful force, suppressed within Godfall Ridge.
The Yuan Realm of that era was the center of all realms, an almost boundless territory.
The Behind-the-Scenes Culprit folded the Yuan Realm’s space, confining all ancient races into endless dimensions, causing the Yuan Realm’s domain to shrink; with inheritance broken, the Yuan Realm plummeted from a top-tier realm to the lowest rank.
However, Ji Zhe and his companions were of too low a rank to access deeper secrets.
Ye Xu had no way to find out who the Behind-the-Scenes Culprit was that sealed the ancient clans.
"The power of this person or organization that mobilized Burial Soil to seal half the Yuan Realm must certainly include a true immortal," Ye Xu thought to himself.
Burial Soil ran through Godfall Ridge’s time and space like a chain, shackling the ancient clans and sealing them in infinite dimensions, making escape difficult.
Ye Xu had read about Burial Soil in the history of the Yuan Realm; it was a perilous place that emerged throughout the ages—if Godfall Ridge was the Yuan Realm’s forbidden ground, Burial Soil was veritably the number-one forbidden ground in all realms.
How immense must the force be that used Burial Soil to seal the Yuan Realm’s clans?
Ye Xu shook his head with a sigh.
If today’s visitor had been the leader of an ancient divine clan or a high-ranking figure, he would have learned Godfall Ridge’s ultimate secret.
"Master, name your price."
A man in green robes scanned the group, adding, "If it is within an acceptable range, I believe you dear friends won’t begrudge that small bit of worldly wealth."
Ji Zhe glared, exclaiming, "So, you want us all to pay together?"
The Saint Kings of the Zhu Rong Divine Clan and Tian Wu divine clan also looked startled.
"If we could know the exact time, our six clans could have enough time to prepare, so that when the great change arrives, we can dominate the Yuan Realm and make a decisive move."
The man in green robes said solemnly, "Can’t you even spare a few worldly possessions?"
The ancient divine clans within Godfall Ridge had all survived since ancient times, with unfathomable legacies; though some races perished over the millions of years, many ancient divine clans still remained.
Their six clans were just a tiny corner of this.
"Of course not," Ji Zhe shook his head; he merely hadn’t expected the man in green robes to play tricks on them.
"Two Quasi-Emperor Weapons."
Ye Xu stated lightly.
A single Quasi-Emperor Weapon could be exchanged for about five hundred thousand heavenly secrets points; with two Quasi-Emperor Weapons, Ye Xu would make a forty-percent profit.
For this bunch of fools, he certainly intended to fleece them ruthlessly.
Otherwise, if he missed this chance, he would have to wait a long time again.
"That expensive?" Ji Zhe took a deep breath.
"What do you all think?"
The man in green surveyed the saints and sought their opinions.
"Agreed." People from the Zhu Rong Divine Clan, the peacock divine clan, the Tian Wu divine clan, and the Lu Wu divine clan nodded one after another.
"Then let’s pool together."
The man in green took the lead in producing a divine obsidian ring, inscribed with ancient seal scripts inside, radiating an antique aura, clearly a divine weapon of an ancient god, imbued with spirituality.
"This Golden Crow Ring is a divine weapon of the great sage, about to develop a spirit of the furnace. Though it can’t compare to Quasi-Emperor Weapons, it isn’t far off," said the man in green.
Ye Xu’s heart stirred; these guys truly had vast fortunes; the assets of any one person alone could probably rival all the cultivators in the Southern Wilderness.
"This wooden sword, forged from a branch of the Immortal Tree, is for you to enjoy, Master."
The Saint King of the Lu Wu divine clan presented a wooden sword, extremely simple in form yet radiating a profoundly mysterious aura.
"In ancient times, the Immortal Tree was transcending creation, growing at the center of the Yuan Realm, nearly indestructible and immortal. Sadly, twelve million years ago, it was chopped down, never to recover."
Ye Xu sighed.
"Master is well-informed; I admire you greatly," said the Saint King of the Lu Wu divine clan respectfully.
This branch of the Immortal Tree had been passed down through his lineage first, coming into his hands over ten million years ago.
Even as time flowed by, the wooden sword still preserved its immortal and indestructible nature.
"Master…"
Members of the Tian Wu divine clan, the peacock divine clan, the Ji clan, and the Zhu Rong Divine Clan offered treasures in succession.
The poorest treasure was the man in green’s Golden Crow Ring, which left everyone quite displeased, as he proposed the idea yet contributed the least.
"Please inform us, Master."
They all bowed and requested.
"System, check it."
[One hundred and twenty-eight days later, at the midnight hour.]
"So soon?"
Ye Xu furrowed his brows slightly; the time for the day of the transformation was too rapid, only four months away.
He looked at them and said, "The seal’s release at Godfall Ridge will occur in one hundred and twenty-eight days, at the hour of Zi."
"Four months?"
Upon hearing Ye Xu’s answer, they went wild.
At Godfall Ridge, the youngest of them had been there for over a hundred years, so mere four months were but a fleeting instant, gone in a finger snap.
"In just four months, we can see the sky again and return to our ancestral home!"
The Saint King of the Zhu Rong Divine Clan was the most emotional, shedding old tears.
Godfall Ridge had no sunlight all year long; for over ten million years, they hadn’t seen the sun of their ancestral home—how wretched was that?
Ye Xu watched them, feeling deeply moved.
The group of Saint Kings before him didn’t resemble formidable figures at all; they resembled prisoners about to be freed upon completing their sentences.
"That seal imprisoned us for over ten million years; it’s finally about to fade," said Ji Zhe, his mind swaying, as if the shackles on his heart had been undone.
"Don’t rejoice too soon."
The man in green clothes poured cold water on the mood, saying, "On the day the seal was lifted, the sky would shatter and the earth quake, with a disturbance so great it would be known throughout all realms."
"At that time, whether the behind-the-scenes figure would reappear remained unknown."
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions turned grim, a mix of shock and anger, but even more so, they felt powerless.
Over millions of years, they had been trapped in Godfall Ridge, making little progress.
They couldn’t overcome it in the past, and now it was even more impossible.
"Master, I have one more question to ask."
The man in green clothes stared at Ye Xu and said, "I hope Master will divine a hexagram for us to predict whether the day of unsealing will be auspicious or ominous."
"Please, Master, act for us."
Everyone knelt on the ground and cried out loudly.
Ji Ning, Ji Mingyue, and the other juniors frowned tightly, unclear of the meaning.
The feelings of Ji Zhe and the others were hard for them to grasp.
But as the elders knelt, the juniors soon followed suit.
"You kneeling before me is useless."
Ye Xu said lightly, "I only deal in business, not personal relationships."
Ji Zhe froze in surprise, wondering how he had forgotten that this senior was a genuine miser for money.
"Master, state your price."
The man in green clothes knelt with hands folded respectfully.
"Please, Master, state your price."
Everyone spoke as one, their voices thundering.
This unsealing of the seal concerned the fate of all the ancient divine clans.
After all, last time it was only a seal.
Would there be a massacre and genocide four months later?
They dared not gamble.
"System, how many heavenly secrets points are needed to inquire about the future of all ancient divine clans one hundred twenty-eight days from now?" Ye Xu asked.
[Inside Godfall Ridge, there are ninety-six ancient divine clans and three hundred fifteen minor clans; ninety percent have been sealed for millions of years, and one percent stem from intermarriage and propagation.
Querying the future after four months for all ancient divine clans requires fifteen million…]
"Stop!"
Ye Xu found it overwhelming and changed his approach, continuing to ask, "Then can we inquire whether the Behind-the-Scenes Culprit will take action?"
[Ten million heavenly secrets points.]
"…"
Ye Xu had no words for it.
All evidence indicated the origins of the Behind-the-Scenes Culprit were anything but ordinary.
It was important to note that querying Lin Qianmo, a true immortal, cost only a million heavenly secrets points.
Yet for the Behind-the-Scenes Culprit who sealed the ancient divine clans, it was a full ten times as much.
The secrets intertwined in this background invited deep thought.
"Leaking matters of the future consumes heart and spirit; if you can produce two immortal artifacts, I would be willing to divulge the heavenly secrets and divine the future for you."
Ye Xu spoke eloquently, "But I suspect you won’t be willing to part with them."
Everyone’s lips twitched violently—it wasn’t unwillingness, but that they couldn’t produce them.
One immortal artifact was undoubtedly a treasure to protect the clan.
How much more so for two.
Yet everyone understood.
Leaking heavenly secrets required bearing divine retribution, let alone defying heaven’s will by divining the future.
Therefore, they could accept Ye Xu’s asking price.
"Master, I withdraw my earlier words." The man in green clothes gave an awkward laugh, as he truly couldn’t afford the cost.
"Senior, I have a request."
Ji Mingyue took a step forward, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, a gentle smile on her face, and said, "I would like Master to divine a hexagram for this junior: can I survive for one more year?"
