Chapter 271: Holy Monument
Everyone must pass a certain place if they wanted to take this route to Trinity!
At the end of the barren forest was a plain with two great mountains that towered all the way to the clouds. They lied parallel to block the path ahead. On top of one of them was an old daoist temple. It was built with red walls and green tiles and was full of lingering fog. Looking from afar, it was as if there was a Buddha living in seclusion here.
Between the two mountains was a large lake akin to an unpolished blue jade. And in the middle was a stone monument 33 meters tall, making it seem like a little island.
Snow continued to flutter. This entire location had turned into a world of white. However, the water in this lake didn’t freeze. Some boats made from spiritual wood were still anchored in the lake.
Just who were the masters of these extravagant boats?
“The Heaven’s Ascension Cemetery and an icy palace flying out of the ground, suspended in the sky for several months — these two things have caused a great change in the weather of Trinity. Snow keeps on falling.” A man’s voice came from one of the boats. Judging by the sound, he was around twenty years old.
This divine boat was 30 meters tall and 100 meters long. The hull was crafted from violet jade and three white sails were situated above. Even though it was anchored, it still gave off the sensation that it was wafting through the void.
“A heavenly treasure must be appearing at that cemetery. Alas, it has been barricaded by several great powers. Others have no chance of taking a single step inside unless they want to die.” A very beautiful voice commented as well. It was ethereal and mysterious like a nightingale.
“The Qin and Ji Clans are ancient powers that have dominated the Grand Southern Prefecture for more than one thousand years. I’m sure the two houses are also part of this containment. Brother Qin, Miss Ji, you two have a high status in your respective clans, so I’m sure no one will stop you if you two want to go to the cemetery.” Ning Fengdao raised his wine cup for a toast.
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun smiled back and drank.
Even though Ning Fengdao was the son of the new marquis, Qin Ming’s and Ji Yunyun’s positions were not much lesser than his. One was the best young expert of the Qin Clan while the other was the jewel of the Ji Clan Master.
The three of them seemed to be discussing an important matter on the boat. There were three levels of sound barriers to avoid others from listening in on them.