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The next day.

The three rode the golden holy dragon at breakneck speed and soon arrived at Helan Mountain.

Upon arriving at the Helan Mountain area, Xu Beichen ordered the Golden Sacred Dragon to descend.

Xu Beichen didn't know the exact location of the Earthly Sacred Spring and would have to ask the local herdsmen and Mo Fan's little mudfish to sense it slowly.

After entering the Helan Mountains, the terrain becomes noticeably steeper. Traveling from the west is better, as the terrain is flatter.

The mountains here are quite barren, with very little vegetation; the ground is covered with gravel and sand.

As you walk along the mountainside, you'll gradually see some herders.

They raise a herd of red deer, each as strong as a male horse, yet with enormous and exaggerated antlers, giving them a majestic appearance.

These herdsmen are not ordinary horse herders; most of them are mages, and many even possess mind magic.

Just then, a man with thick eyebrows and a bushy beard rode over on a deer and asked in a boisterous manner:

"Hey, you little kids, going up the mountain to see the scenery? Running up the mountain in the middle of the night doesn't seem like you're doing anything proper."

The deer antlers under the man's crotch were bronze in color, and they didn't look like antlers at all, but more like smelted bronze.

The red deer's entire body gleamed with a bronze luster, like an ancient bronze statue that had just been unearthed yet still looked majestic!

"We're here looking for some antiques," Xu Beichen said with a smile.

"Antiques?"

The burly man with thick eyebrows looked Xu Beichen up and down, seemingly realizing that the person in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"If you're looking for ancient artifacts, it's best to go to higher ground. But I must warn you, the elemental soldiers on the mountain are not to be trifled with," the burly man with thick eyebrows warned.

"We'll be careful."

After parting ways with the burly man with thick eyebrows, the three continued on their way.

The sand and gravel are flying everywhere; the sandstorms here are similar to those in the Qinling Mountains, so armor and magic tools are not very effective.

However, Xu Beichen, Mo Fan, and Zhao Manyan's physiques were all enhanced by the flesh of the soul beasts, so the flying sand was not enough to scratch their skin.

The three of them moved quickly and soon reached a relatively high area of ​​the Helan Mountains.

Although the mountains here are not very undulating, there are various vertical fault zones to the west, as if a mountain range had been split open by some divine force.

The cleavage is steep and straight, with winding sand gullies and rocky valleys distributed below the mountain range with a drop of hundreds or thousands of meters!

If an ordinary person were to fall, they would basically be shattered to pieces.

Even if you're lucky enough not to die on the spot, it's very difficult to find your way back; it's easy to get lost in such a strong sandstorm.

"Shall we just jump down?" Zhao Manyan asked tentatively.

Mo Fan glanced down; it was almost bottomless, and he couldn't see what was below.

Xu Beichen didn't say anything, he simply grabbed the two of them by the shoulders and then teleported away.

After going down, Xu Beichen had Mo Fan summon the golden eagle.

This golden eagle is not very large, and its speed is far inferior to that of the golden holy dragon, so it is most suitable for this purpose.

Riding on the back of the golden eagle, Mo Fan sensed the movements of the little mudfish to determine the direction.

"Brother Xu, Mo Fan, look down there, it looks like there's something there," Zhao Manyan said, pointing to a sunken cliff.

"Let's go take a look there," Xu Beichen said.

Mo Fan nodded and urged the golden eagle to fly in the direction Zhao Manyan pointed.

Upon arrival, a long cliff came into view, with some wind-eroded rock patterns, along with cracks and fragments, all in a completely chaotic manner.

But after changing the angle a few times, those seemingly chaotic stone patterns actually took on a certain shape.

Xu Beichen directly entrusted the task of decryption to Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan.

The rock paintings were spread over a wide area. Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan searched for several kilometers to the southeast before they found other rock paintings.

Before long, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan found a mountain pass, and the three of them immediately headed into the pass.

There are no rivers at the mountain pass; instead, a very distinct alluvial fan has formed, resembling a completely dried-up delta.

Walking into the gravel-filled mountain pass, the steep peaks resembled one after another heavenly gate that seemed ready to collapse at any moment, looming overhead and in front of the three of them.

The deeper you go, the easier it is to see traces of human habitation, and you can even see a few stone houses standing alone beside the cliff.

It looked like an outpost for the entire village, with people stationed there to guard this important entrance.

But the stone house had long been abandoned, and it was impossible to tell when it was abandoned.

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"The people here particularly love rock paintings, murals, and ground paintings, and they tend to depict human figures, movements, and postures," Zhao Manyan said.

Whether on the ground or on the cliffs on both sides, you can see human-shaped carvings.

The same is true of these human figures; they vary in size and posture.

It's as if, while everything here was still being sculpted and molded, many people created all sorts of bizarre shapes and imprinted them on it.

In fact, this is a kind of sculptural art. Most murals and sculptures are raised, but these are recessed.

The three continued walking deeper into the river and soon came to a fairly clear one.

The river overflows from the rock layer and passes through a fault valley that is hidden by rocks and has sunk into the ground. The fault valley is the mysterious and ancient village of Dishengquan.

The fault line within the mountain, with its high-altitude rock formations and mountain bodies, acts like a giant parasol, completely burying the small valley below the fault.

Crystal-clear river water overflows from the middle of the fault mountain range, and the silvery water flows slowly down the steep rocks, forming a silver pool behind the village.

The village is surrounded by stone and wood, and most of the houses inside are also made of wood.

When you get close, the village doesn't look much different from any other quiet mountain village. There are roads, a village entrance, a stockade wall, and some rusty farm tools lying around.

"It looks like no one lives here," Mo Fan said.

"This village has only been abandoned for a short time, after all, many traces here are related to modern times," Xu Beichen said.

Xu Beichen paused for a moment, then looked at Mo Fan and said, "Mo Fan, go and collect the Earthly Sacred Spring first. We'll wait for you here."

"it is good."

Mo Fan had already sensed the little mudskipper's excitement and immediately spoke up.

Xu Beichen arrived at a rock wall and examined it carefully.

He remembered that there were mountain cave dwellers in Helan Mountain, and that the Northern Frontier Blood Beasts always managed to stop them from invading the northern border.

The next moment, the murals on these rock walls began to twist and turn, as if they were about to break free from the constraints of the rock mass.

Suddenly, a gigantic rock hand emerged from the rock face, several meters thick! (End of Chapter)