System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Chapter 600

On the way back to Hangzhou, the carriage was unusually quiet.

The experience of visiting the Helan Mountain Grottoes is like a boulder weighing on everyone's heart.

The truth behind the seven beacon towers and seven altars, and the balance they inadvertently disrupted, plunged everyone who thought the battle at Kunlun Mountain was over into an even deeper vortex.

Zhang Hao sat by the window, stroking the thin black piece engraved with the number "two" in his hand.

The thin slices were cool to the touch, with a faint, pulse-like pulsation, as if they were alive.

"When the seven stars align, an ominous sign appears."

"The seven altars were destroyed, and the true body was revived."

These twelve words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He recalled the black smoke that shot into the sky when the altar on Kunlun Mountain collapsed.

At the time, I thought it was the last struggle of the ancient god, but now I think it was probably just a collective backflow of consciousness when its "form" collapsed.

"Bro."

Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Qilin opposite him:

Is there any specific record of the 'Seven Star Seal' in the Zhang family genealogy?

For example... how to reinforce it?

Zhang Qilin slowly shook his head, his eyes as calm as a deep pool:

"The clan record is incomplete."

It only mentions 'seven stars as a lock, locking the seven souls,' but the specific method has been lost.

"Seven Souls..."

Wu Tianzhen flipped through her notebook:

"Taoism says that humans have three souls and seven spirits. Did ancient gods have a similar concept?"

"Not similar."

Jie Xiaohua continued the conversation:

"I have looked up some marginal historical materials."

In ancient times, a strange god descended to earth. Its power was too great to be completely destroyed, so a powerful being separated its 'divine soul' and suppressed it separately.

This 'Bagshas' is probably of this type.

The fat man turned around from the passenger seat:

"So, are we now... helping it 'gather its soul'?"

A single sentence caused the temperature in the carriage to drop dramatically.

"Not counting."

Zhang Hao gripped the thin slice tightly:

"We only destroyed one site; there are still six others."

As long as the reinforcement is completed before the 'seeds' of the remaining altars are fully awakened, the balance can be restored.

But what about time?

Yi Sa calmly analyzed:

"The altar on Helan Mountain was destroyed, and the balance was broken."

The awakening speed in the other six locations will increase exponentially.

We need to complete six reinforcements simultaneously, or at least in a very short time, which is virtually impossible.

"It doesn't need to be at the same time."

Zhang Qilin suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked at him.

“There is a delay in the transfer of energy between the seven altars.”

Zhang Qilin took out the Zhang clan genealogy book wrapped in oilcloth from his bosom and turned to a certain page.

It depicts a simple star chart with thin lines connecting the seven stars, marked with strange markings.

"This is the 'Stellar Power Transmission Timing'."

Zhang Qilin pointed to the markings:

“Ancient stargazers discovered that the energy transmission of the seven altars follows a specific time sequence.”

From the first to the seventh, completing one cycle requires...

Forty-nine days. "

Forty-nine days!

The fat man's eyes lit up:

"Then we'll take it one at a time when we have time!"

"Do not."

Zhang Hao stared at the star map:

You've got it backwards.

The beacon tower in Helan Mountain is the 'second' one. According to the direction of the arrows on this map, energy flows from the 'first' to the 'second' and then is transmitted in sequence.

Destroying 'the second' is tantamount to breaking a break in the energy chain.

His finger moved in the direction of the arrow:

“Now, the energy that should have flowed to ‘second’ will accumulate in ‘first’ and then… directly impact ‘third’.”

Wu Tianzhen gasped:

"So, the 'Third Beacon Tower,' the one in Dunhuang, will be the next one to accelerate its awakening?"

"And it will be much faster than Helan Mountain."

Zhang Hao nodded:

"We must go to Dunhuang immediately."

But before that…

He looked out the car window at the scenery rushing past:

"I need help."

The six altars are scattered all over the country; even if we ran ourselves ragged, we wouldn't be able to keep up."

Jie Xiaohua has already taken out her phone:

“I have some connections in the antique circle and the underground market, so I can find some reliable ‘professionals’.”

But for ordinary people, getting involved in something like this is just suicide.

"Find something extraordinary."

Huo Xiuxiu suddenly said:

"I remember that in the Kunlun Mountains, besides us, several other teams also participated in the outer battles."

One of them was led by someone surnamed Qi…

"The Qi family."

Zhang Qilin chimed in:

"The lineage of shamans from Northeast China is skilled in summoning gods and controlling spirits."

After the battle of Kunlun Mountains, they retreated to Changbai Mountains.

"And then there are the Miao shamans of western Hunan, the shamans of the northwest, and the sorcerers of southern Xinjiang..."

Yi Sa knew them all like the back of her hand:

"These ancient families all know more or less things they 'shouldn't know'."

With such a huge disturbance in the Kunlun Mountains, it's impossible they were completely unaware.

Ding Yudie interjected:

"But will they help?"

Most of these families live in seclusion, unwilling to be entangled in karma.

"Then let them know that this 'cause and effect' has already reached their doorstep."

Zhang Hao's eyes were sharp:

"Inside the 'container' in Helan Mountain, there is one wearing the uniform of a certain archaeological research institute;

If things get out of control in Dunhuang, the entire Hexi Corridor will suffer.

At that point, no one will be able to escape unscathed.

He paused:

"After returning to Hangzhou, we split up and took action."

Xiaohua and Xiuxiu, contact the heads of the major families and explain the situation. Don't hide anything, just tell the truth.

Fatty and Naïve, you two are responsible for organizing all known altar clues and information, and planning the route.

"Sasa, Yudie, prepare equipment and supplies; this trip may be long."

"Bro."

Zhang Hao finally looked at Zhang Qilin:

"I need you to go back to the Zhang family's ancestral home."

Zhang Qilin looked up.

"The Zhang family genealogy is incomplete, but the ancestral land may still retain the secret methods passed down orally."

"Since the Zhang family was involved in setting up the Seven Star Sealing Technique, they must have left a backup plan."

Zhang Hao's voice was deep:

"Even if there's only a sliver of hope, we have to give it a try."

Zhang Qilin was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"it is good."

"how about you?"

Wu Tianzhen asked.

Zhang Hao looked at the Five Elements Spirit Crystal in his hand, which was slightly warm:

"I want to go to Leifeng Pagoda."

Everyone was stunned.

"Under Leifeng Pagoda lies more than just the legend of the White Snake."

Zhang Hao's vision was far-reaching:

"Hangzhou has a unique geomantic feature, with twin peaks on the north and south sides of West Lake locking in the energy, and Leifeng Pagoda sitting precisely at the eye of the water."

The story of Fahai building the pagoda to suppress demons was a pretense; his true intention was to use the pagoda to guard a local geomantic node.

I want to use the terrain of Leifeng Pagoda to make a 'sensor compass'.

"Use the spirit of the five elements?"

Yi Sa realized what was happening.

"Correct."

Zhang Hao opened his palm, and the five-colored crystal floated up:

"The spirits of the five elements can sense abnormalities in the earth's veins, but the range is limited."

If we use Leifeng Pagoda as an 'antenna' and the waterways of West Lake as a 'conductor,' perhaps we can expand the sensing range to... the entirety of China.

The fat man opened his mouth wide:

"Haozi, you've gone a bit too far this time!"

"It must be big."

Zhang Hao put away the crystal, his eyes resolute:

"What we are looking for is not a grave or a pit, but six 'seed' parasitic sites scattered across the country, which may exist in any form."

Without extensive investigative methods, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Outside the car window, the outline of Hangzhou could already be seen on the horizon.

The shimmering waves of West Lake sparkled in the distance, peaceful and serene.

But everyone knows that beneath this calm, undercurrents are already surging.