"Seven Great Saints?"
Xin'e gently stirred the ripples in the pond with her fingers, the water waves rolling, and curiously asked: "Were they the ones who overthrew our Xin Dynasty?"
"No."
The maid shook her head, softly saying: "According to the other party's description, the historical Dashan Village uprising failed, and those few were just farrs who planted Postnatal Spiritual Roots."
"Those farrs' uprising had tens of thousands of n and horses, but it was quickly extinguished."
"The Transmigrator said their vision was too narrow, seizing only seven or eight small towns around them and then proclaiming themselves as emperors, taking consorts, and lording it over the village."
"They used thods of Immortal Cultivation to attract a large number of people, soon involving entire towns; hundreds to thousands of farrs and commoners joined the study, all receiving the Miracle Blessing of the Seven Great Saints, with many entering the path of cultivation."
"In the eyes of the Seven Great Saints, they too beca Immortals, Emperors, as high above as the cultivators flying in the sky."
Pu chi!
Xin'e couldn't help but chuckle.
She could already imagine that scene.
Seven gaunt farrs, acquiring so mana, secretly stitching dragon robes, enlisting a dozen village won as consorts, appointing a few neighboring farrs as generals.
Their limited vision made them feel they were formidable, yet in front of true powerhouses, they seed utterly ridiculous.
However.
Such montum was breathtaking.
Did they possess mysterious powers to bestow blessings, causing spiritual roots to grow?
No wonder nearby townsfolk were beguiled by them, forming an army of cultivators numbering in the tens of thousands.
One must know that the number of cultivators in this world was very few.
Tens of thousands of n and horses?
A dium-sized Sect would need to recruit that many spiritual root disciples!
But, just a few small towns where mortals lived?
According to normal logic, if a city could examine and find several hundred spiritual root seedlings in a year, it would be quite good.
Xin'e sensed a great terror within it.
This number is too large.
The maid brought over the Spirit Liquid for bathing, continued bathing the princess, and continued loudly:
"The Transmigrator said that historically, although the seven of them were wiped out, they encouraged the hardworking people to rise against the brutal rule of Immortals."
"This was humanity's first peasant uprising, and this uprising dealt a heavy blow to the Xin Dynasty, marking the beginning of the Xin Dynasty's end peasant uprisings."
"Ah?" Xin'e was stunned for a mont.
To beco history oneself, with future generations narrating the historical significance of it, was such a unique perspective that made her feel quite peculiar.
Xin'e couldn't help but chuckle: "Can mortals actually plant those so-called Postnatal Spiritual Roots?"
"That's what's causing the panic."
That maid said briskly: "That Transmigrator's casually pointed out technology is very mature, as if truly from an advanced civilization of the future!"
"So common people have already successfully opened their spiritual roots, and this frightening situation has already caused chaos among several ministers of the Court."
Ning Zheng heard this and furrowed his brows slightly.
Only living people can plant spiritual roots.
Are there living people in the tomb?
He quickly realized it must be ancient remnants.
Why must the tomb's accompanints be the dead?
The tomb's accompanints could also be living people, drawing a batch of people from that era into the tomb.
These living people were most likely the plethora of craftsn who built the tomb, forbidden from leaving after completion to prevent exposing the layout and chanisms of the tomb.
The descendants of these craftsn lived in the tomb, continually breeding another community of living people, like a living stream birthing more ghosts, filling this tomb.
There must have also ford an ecological chain here, of mines, cultivators, common people... self-circulating.
The maid said: "We have already begun to track down that so-called Transmigrator, and also contacted the Primordial Sacred Land to investigate the origin of this self-proclaid Saint Child!"
Xin'e looked very solemn.
The most terrifying thing was not just the thods of planting Postnatal Spiritual Roots.
It was also the inexplicable terms from the other party's mouth, the future's great terror!
In the future, the legendary era of Postnatal Spiritual Roots was so magnificent, yet it was destroyed by that fearso taboo being.
How terrifying was the other party?
Referred to as the strongest monster in history?
That Transmigrator fled from history 280,000 years ago and still felt unsafe here, wanting to continue escaping forward?
If in the future a great Immortal Technique really mastered ti travel!
Then, could humanity's "hope" escape to the past, and could that great terror from the future also follow them back?
Would it follow the path of history, running backward through ti, slaughter its way back through one dynasty after another?
The end of human history has already been swallowed by an unknown terrifying creature.
A grand and profound existence looms at the end of ti, gazing down upon the dynasties of all human history, as if a colossal being overlooking ants!
It might completely erase the concept of humans.
Fundantally, along with history, leaving not a single living person, completely erased!
"Princess, what should we do?" the maid asked worriedly. "That dead great terror, will it not return to kill us here in prehistoric tis?"
Xin'e's timid face also showed a hint of fear and she said softly:
"Don't worry. If it's all true, in so sense, this Transmigrator could more clearly reveal the truth of the entire world to us, the source of future terrifying disasters."
The maid hesitated for a mont, then continued: "The other party disappeared after spreading the news, saying he's planning to find a way to flee even further forward."
"This place is not a place to stay for long; that unknowable taboo, I'm afraid, will chase us to this era."
"If we want to survive, we can only follow him and escape to an even more distant era."
"Humanity's future historical tides are collapsing one by one, and survivors from each era can only continue to run back to the most distant prehistory, to the most distant Ancient Tis."
"Change humanity, the mont when soone originally researched the ghost, eradicate the [Ghost] from the source of human history, only then can we survive from the hands of that indescribable [Ghost] of the future."
These words were simple yet carried a strong sense of despair, making one feel it deeply.
Their dynasty had already been destroyed.
Are we far away?
"What's the situation now?"
Xin'e stood up, and the maid continued to bathe her and patiently helped her dress, "The Transmigrator wants us to travel with him and escape to an even more distant previous dynasty?"
"There are no new reports now." The maid shook her head.
"Planting spiritual roots?" Xin'e was silent for a mont, "If I could really plant spiritual roots, wouldn't I also be able to cultivate? Perhaps I could protect myself."
Ning Zheng had a thought.
It turns out the other party wasn't unfathomable, just invisible due to lack of cultivation level.
This is a mortal.
Indeed, his luck wasn't bad, ending up in the mansion of a mortal princess.
It seems that not every royal family mber necessarily has a spiritual root.
Even the two close maids had no cultivation.
Guessing that true Great Cultivators always sat outside the mansion, not daring to peep at the princess' privacy... and this princess probably wasn't very favored, unable to cultivate, which was a disgrace to royal dignity, leaving her to fend for herself.
"How exactly do you plant spiritual roots?" she asked.
The maid thought for a bit and straightforwardly said: "You simply find a Spirit Grass among the Heavenly and Earthly Treasures and plant it on your head? Because mortals don't have spiritual roots and can't absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, they have to rely on the power of the vegetation as a dium to absorb it."
"Spirit Grass, planted on the head?"
Xin'e thought for a mont and pointed to a swaying Three Flowers by the pond:
"I think this flower looks quite nice, help find the specific thod for cultivation, I want to plant it on my head."
Ning Zheng: ???
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