My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 154 - 15: Beware of Profound Clarity, Beware of Profound Yellow

Chapter 154: Chapter 15: Beware of Profound Clarity, Beware of Profound Yellow

At an archaeological site.

"Tsk tsk..." An archaeologist looked at the news on his phone, shaking his head and sighing. "It’s only been a few days, and Sakata Heavy Industries has already ended up like this..."

"What now?" another team member asked. "Did their stock price hit its limit down again, or was one of their city branches surrounded by angry protesters?"

"Both."

The young man looked at the news on his phone, swiping through the articles one by one, and said:

"Since Longque Technology’s press conference a few days ago, the whole world has been in an uproar. According to the news statistics I saw, Sakata Heavy Industries Buildings in over seventy cities have already been destroyed, and their stock price has hit its limit down for several consecutive days..."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"Here, look at this latest story. It says that here on the East Continent, six or seven major corporations under Sakata Heavy Industries have been forcibly acquired by Longque Technology... They’re in a truly precarious position."

Another archaeologist nodded in agreement and said softly,

"Who would have thought a Super Conglomerate could end up in such a sorry state in just a few days? But in my opinion..."

Before he could finish, the team leader standing nearby frowned and chided them,

"Quiet, all of you. Sakata Heavy Industries hasn’t fallen yet... At the end of the day, it’s still a Super Conglomerate. Even if it’s being drowned in public outrage, it’s still a massive behemoth. You haven’t seen what they’re capable of..."

As he spoke, a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

"My guess is, if it weren’t for various other powers keeping them in check and watching them like hungry tigers, the people who dared to attack Sakata Heavy Industries would have been violently suppressed long ago... Don’t discuss these things. If some big shot from Sakata Heavy Industries happens to pass by and overhears, we’re in a remote location out here. I’m afraid..."

The archaeologists who had been chattering away all fell silent and obediently returned to their excavation work.

Soon, a team member cried out in astonishment,

"Over here!"

His voice was urgent, filled with ecstatic joy.

"There are perfectly preserved texts inside this tomb! Perfectly preserved!"

WHOOSH! Everyone surged forward. The team leader, wearing a hard hat, carefully shone his flashlight around.

In the depths of the tomb chamber, a row of bronze-cast bookshelves was covered in mottled rust. Most of the bamboo slips and other items placed on the shelves had rapidly decayed and turned to dust upon exposure to the air.

But for some unknown reason, one or two scrolls were relatively well-preserved. Although they were also damaged, their contents were still legible.

The team leader, wearing gloves, carefully treated the two sets of bamboo slips. Once he was certain they wouldn’t oxidize, he unrolled them with even greater care.

One scroll was an incomplete Daoist Collection, which seemed to record some kind of cultivation method. The other was a historical record, documenting a specific event.

"[Zhou History]..." the team leader muttered unconsciously. "Lu Zi walked the streets, followed by the Eighty-One Armors. He happened upon a nobleman flogging a commoner. Lu Zi stopped him and asked the reason..."

The entire text on the bamboo slips was completely intact, perfectly preserved. The team leader’s breathing suddenly grew ragged, and his pupils dilated.

At his side, however, one of the archaeologists shook his head in disappointment.

"What a shame. For all its completeness, it’s just an ordinary historical record, not a collection on the Great Dao..."

"What the hell do you know!" the team leader snapped, turning to curse at him. "Do you have any idea what kind of person could be called a ’Zi’ in Ancient Times?"

"What?" The team member was clearly taken aback.

The team leader, still irritated, continued to scold him,

"What is Confucius usually called?"

"Kongzi..." The archaeologist’s voice trailed off, and his breathing grew hurried as well.

After a long moment, he asked, his voice trembling,

"Are you saying... are you saying we’ve unearthed a Saint, a man of Great Virtue, previously unknown in our modern era..."

"That’s right!"

The team leader’s eyes were practically overflowing with light as he stammered,

"Keep digging! No, first, notify our superiors! Seal off this area immediately... I suspect we’re about to uncover a world-shaking secret!"

.......

「At this very moment, in Gouxian Town.」

’Jade... Jade Void Ancestor?’

In the dead silence, gazing at the boy’s calm and earnest face, the Old Black Dog was the first to react. He jolted as if shocked, leaping into the air. The Big Black Bull, however, trembled slightly and couldn’t help but take several steps back.

The fat old man stammered, his face a mask of bewilderment, while the old man with the white hair and beard broke into a fit of violent coughing.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged farmer and the ten-year-old-looking child were frozen in place, staring around blankly.

’Jade Void... Ancient Ancestor!’

No one knew better than them what those three words meant!

Lu Xuan frowned, his mind racing. He promptly asked,

"Judging by your reactions, it seems you four know my master?"

A chill ran down Yang Erlang’s spine, and his expression grew solemn.

He fell silent for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute, making one final probe.

"Dare I ask Your Excellency... within the Jade Void Lineage, what is your Daoist name?"

As his words fell, the four townspeople stared intently at the boy before them, trying to catch the slightest clue.

The Jade Void Ancestor is Primordial.

And Primordial has thirteen disciples, the Thirteen Immortals of Jade Void... Every one of them is a renowned Celestial Venerable, from Venerable Guangcheng to the most mysterious of them all, Fusheng Lu Xuan Celestial Venerable...

Connecting the boy’s name with the Heaven and Earth Inversion Dharma he had previously displayed, and the fact that the current disciples from Guangcheng Palace addressed him as ’Old Ancestor,’ a terrifying guess surfaced in the minds of Yang Erlang and the other three.

Lu Xuan didn’t know what they were thinking. He hesitated for a moment before answering frankly,

"My master bestowed upon me the Daoist name, Fusheng Lu Xuan."

CLATTER!

Yang Erlang’s carrying pole fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Li Nezha stared blankly, a candied hawthorn stick dangling from his mouth, oblivious as drool trickled down the candied hawthorn stick and dripped onto his clothes.