Head in a Jar

Chapter 630: Head in the Jar

The distance from the dome of this dark cave to the bright light below was surprisingly long. Qin Mu kept falling, and he felt a little terrified. The speed of his fall was getting faster and faster. If he continued to fall like this, if he could not use his magical powers to slow down his falling speed, he would probably fall into a pool of mud!

He tried to activate his magical powers, but as soon as his vital energy formed a rune mark, the rune immediately dissipated and could not take shape.

This underground space has a strange power that interferes with the operation of his skills and magical powers. Qin Mu soon discovers that this interference is an intrusion on his thinking. Whenever he tries to use his magical powers, there is always an inexplicable force that makes his thinking disordered and he cannot use his magical powers.

"Spiritual power?"

Qin Mu was surprised. Although this kind of magical power was rare, there were records of this kind of magical power in the Dayu Tianmo Sutra and some magic techniques. They were often illusion attacks, using powerful thought fluctuations to generate magical powers, attacking the opponent's brain, making the opponent fall into an illusion and unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

At this time, you can use your own magical powers to break the illusion, peek into the truth, and kill your opponent.

However, the spiritual powers in this dark underground space were even more powerful. They directly attacked his mind, making it impossible for him to use his powers, and therefore unable to break the opponent's spiritual powers.

"Spiritual power is a direction worth studying. I will definitely talk to the Imperial Master about it later to see if we can train some scholars who are proficient in spiritual power. If they go to the battlefield, spiritual power will explode and make the enemy unable to use their power. It will be like killing chickens and dogs... Bah, why am I thinking these things? Now I am about to fall into the mud!"

Qin Mu was unable to concentrate his spirit, but his body was still extremely strong. He immediately took a step forward and tried to run in the darkness, attempting to use his amazing running speed to allow himself to walk in the air.

Then he discovered another strange thing. The air here was very thin. The deeper he fell, the thinner the air became. Even if he ran like wheels, he couldn't gain any strength.

At this moment, he saw a star in the darkness. The star was actually only the size of a basket and should be a grain of star sand.

"Big Brother's Star Sand! He really has been here!"

Qin Mu was delighted and stepped on the star sand as big as a basket with his feet. The star sand was pressed down rapidly, but there was a strange force in the star sand that resisted the strange force field here. After falling for a while, the momentum gradually weakened, and then there was a tendency to bounce back.

Qin Mu immediately bent his legs and squatted, then suddenly exerted force to jump out and landed on another star sand. He leaped like flying, stepped on dozens of star sands, jumped like a star ball, and quickly approached the bright light at the center of the earth.

The place where the light from the center of the earth comes from is a platform floating in the darkness. There are stairs on all four sides. It is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. It floats alone in the center of the darkness, like an altar suspended in the air.

Qin Mu landed on the altar and looked back, only to see specks of star sand floating in the darkness. The founder had obviously found this place and set up a formation. In other words, the things on this altar were what the founder wanted to leave behind and give to the woodcutter saint.

"What on earth is this thing? The eldest brother has left behind two things, one is the God-Slaying Blade, which is a human head in a box, and the other is a military talisman of unknown age. So what is the thing on this altar..."

He looked towards the center of the altar, where there was a sarcophagus. The coffin was made of an unknown stone and was engraved with relief patterns, like a kind of sealing technique.

The stone coffin is more than ten feet long and two or three feet wide. It is very large. It should not be a coffin for mortals, but the burial place of gods.

Qin Mu tried to activate the Nine Heavens Eye-Opening Technique, but his magical power failed to activate. After hesitating for a while, he had to uncover the golden willow leaf between his eyebrows and look into the sarcophagus with his third eye.

He didn't see anything unusual with his eyes, but he could vaguely see that there was no corpse in the sarcophagus, only a large vat.

Qin Mu placed the golden willow leaf on his forehead again and walked forward.

"There is a large vat in the coffin. What's the logic behind this?"

He carefully touched the sarcophagus with his vital energy, but found nothing unusual. Qin Mu still did not slack off, running around the sarcophagus quickly like a civet cat, constantly probing with his vital energy thread, but still found nothing unusual.

Only then did he feel relieved and walked forward and tried to open the sarcophagus.

The coffin lid was extremely heavy. He used all his strength and finally managed to move it a little.

There was indeed a large vat in the sarcophagus. Qin Mu looked in the direction of the light and saw a head in the vat. The head had four faces and an eye on the top of the bun that looked like a tower cover.

The head was soaked in strange water and seemed to be still alive. The eyes on the top of the tower suddenly opened and looked at Qin Mu's face.

Qin Mu was shocked, and suddenly the scenery in front of him changed. The center of the earth, darkness, the altar, the sarcophagus, and the head in the jar all disappeared!

He appeared in a palace. The palace was extremely luxurious, with white jade as the ground and pearls and jade as the stars. A faceless man was walking towards him and said, "Ying Zhao, I need you to do something for the future of our Kaihuang era."

"I will follow the Emperor's orders."

"Emperor Shitian has gathered all the magicians in the world to build Worry-Free Town and forge the Ark of the Other Shore. I need you to lay down some foundations for my Kaihuang Era. I am afraid that the people who stay here will forget Worry-Free Town, and I am also afraid that the enemy will destroy the Ark of the Other Shore. Here are the blueprints of the Ark of the Other Shore. You have the most powerful divine brain, so please write them down."

Qin Mu saw the mountains of drawings. He saw "himself" reading these drawings page by page. The patterns and texts on the drawings were extremely complex and difficult to remember, but "he" imprinted these drawings in his mind page by page without any omission.

"Your Majesty, do we really have no chance of winning?" Qin Mu heard a strange voice.

That was the voice of the deity named Ying Zhao.

"No."

The faceless man turned his back to him and shook his head. "There is no chance of winning. The more I know about the enemy, the more desperate I become. Entire eras in history have been destroyed, and we cannot escape the fate of destruction. But there is still hope for the future. You left these blueprints, and you left hope. In the future, my descendants will come to find you and take these blueprints back. He will take you to meet me in Wuyou Township. Then, we will make a comeback and change the world!"

"His Majesty……"

The faceless man walked out, leaving him behind. He memorized it carefully for a long time and finally wrote down the blueprint of this extremely complicated Ark of the Other Shore.

He destroyed the drawings, and they burned for a long time before the flame went out.

When the blueprints burned out, the hall fell into darkness.

Light emerged from the darkness in front of Qin Mu's eyes, revealing a magnificent battlefield of gods and demons. The sky and the ground were filled with the scenes of agile gods and demons fighting each other. Countless gods and demons died, in a spectacular and tragic manner.

Qin Mu saw the Kaihuang Heavenly Palace falling from a very high place. The Kaihuang Heavenly Palace collapsed layer by layer of heavens, dragging long flames and streams of light, and fell into other worlds.

Qin Mu was stunned to see "himself" raising the divine sword, and then putting it down. He returned to the divine city, dived underground, created a dark space underground, and built an altar.

He used his spirit to construct a strange spiritual force field and prepared a coffin for himself. He placed a large vat in the coffin. The water in the vat was the magic water he refined with his own spirit and vitality, which could keep his body from decaying.

He raised his sword again.

"Those who saw this scene..."

Qin Mu heard the strange voice again and murmured to himself, "Are you a descendant of the Qin family? Did you follow Emperor Kaihuang's instructions to retrieve the blueprint? I have no way to repay Emperor Kaihuang's kindness. I offer my head and wait for Lord Qin to come and take it."

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The sword flashed, and Qin Mu felt a severe pain, and then saw "himself" falling into the vat. He looked out and saw the headless body of the god Ying Zhao moving the coffin lid and slowly closing it.

After a while, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the dark center of the earth. It was the sound of the god's body falling from the altar.

Qin Mu's eyes became sore and red, and he wiped away the tears.

The head in the jar seemed to see him. His head was spinning in the jar. Strong spiritual fluctuations resonated with Qin Mu's spirit. Drawings turned into pictures and were firmly imprinted in Qin Mu's mind. There were more and more drawings, but the holy water transformed from the spirit and vitality in the jar was getting less and less.

By the time the sacred water in the jar was exhausted, Qin Mu's mind was already filled with drawings of the Ark on the Other Shore.

The head of the god was still emitting spiritual fluctuations, transmitting the remaining drawings into Qin Mu's mind. The head of the god was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye. When his spirit was exhausted, only a skull was left lying quietly at the bottom of the tank.

Qin Mu stood silently in front of the sarcophagus for a long time, and suddenly said: "You don't owe the Qin family anything, it's the Qin family that owes you! I can't let you die without a complete body!"

He jumped down from the altar, and a thread of vital energy hung on him as he continued to fall into the deep underground. After a long time, Qin Mu rose up slowly, carrying a headless skeleton on his back, grabbing the spider-like thread of vital energy.

He returned to the altar, took out the large jar, and respectfully placed the headless bones in the coffin. He then took out the skull from the jar and placed it on the neck of the headless bones.

Qin Mu closed the sarcophagus, kowtowed three times to it, turned around and jumped up, stepping on the star sand and leaping into the sky.

With the last leap, he was still a thousand feet away from the cave entrance. Qin Mu pointed and a thread of vital energy flew out a thousand feet and entangled the bone rope hanging at the cave entrance.

Many skeletons at the cave entrance climbed up quickly, and after some effort, they finally pulled him out of this bottomless underground space.

Qin Mu had just climbed out of the cave when he suddenly heard a vibration from the ground. His face changed slightly and he immediately burst out with his vital energy, rolling up all the skeleton monsters around him, forming the Daluo Tianxing force field, and ran away with these skeleton monsters.

Behind them, the ground collapsed, and the divine city, which had long since been reduced to ruins, suddenly fell toward the center of the earth, and the hole became larger and larger.

Qin Mu increased his speed to the extreme and rushed out of the ancient ruins at lightning speed. The vibration gradually stopped. Looking back, he saw that the ruins of the divine city had turned into a deep abyss, burying history.

Qin Mu put the skeleton monsters down, sat on a rock, and looked into the distance at the bottomless abyss with deep and sad eyes.

A skeleton monster touched his head, as if to comfort him, and another skeleton monster came to him and wanted to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Qin Mu smiled and stood up to salute the skeletons: "I'm fine now. Thank you all for your companionship these days. Maybe in the future, if I am not dead, I will come back and reunite your souls and bring you back to life. See you in the future!"

He strode away, and the skeleton monsters did not follow him this time. Qin Mu turned around and saw these white skeletons raising their arms and waving at him.

Qin Mu waved his hand and strode away.

"Even if I die, my heroic spirit will remain incense, and I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world. Kaihuang, my ancestor, you who are far away in Wuyou Township, do you still remember that there was a god named Ying Zhao who cut off his head for justice because of a promise? I'm afraid you have forgotten it, so I will remember it for you. The son of the Qin family will not betray those who follow him, and will not forget the promises made to himself or his ancestors!"

He traveled long and hard across this desolate and barren land, heading straight for the place where the Kaihuang Heavenly Palace fell. That place should be the entrance to the Taihuang Heaven or Daxu in the memory of the god Yingzhao.

"I will fulfill your promise for you and let the dead heroes rest in peace!"

He came to a broken space, where dazzling rays of light were surging. He could vaguely see another world. The rays of light were fragments of space and it was extremely dangerous to pass through them.

Qin Mu took out a small box from his Taotie bag, leaped into the broken space, and when he was about to meet the rosy glow, the young man suddenly opened the box, and the bloodthirsty and murderous light turned into two knife lights, which cut the rosy glow short with a click!

Before the rays of light closed, Qin Mu passed through the space debris and fell rapidly. Below him, there were lush forests, vast mountains, and the towering Nantianmen.

Qin Mu was slightly startled. The place below was not Taihuangtian, but Daxu.

————In Daxu Canlao Village, Jipo Long said solemnly: Clack! Clack! Clack!