Dragon's Origin

Chapter 211: Carving the Nine Secret Syllables (Part 1)

Wang Sheng and the old Daoist priest were staring blankly at a cliff.

This cliff was truly a cliff, as smooth as if cleaved by a knife from top to bottom. It was entirely stone, devoid of any woody plants. After being weathered, the entire cliff face was covered in moss, giving it an overall green appearance.

The cliff was about a hundred zhang high and at least two hundred zhang wide, standing there like a smooth wall blocking the path of the two men into the core of the Thousand Absolutes Land.

Fortunately, neither of them had any immediate plans to enter the core, so whether it blocked their way or not made no difference. However, the old Daoist seemed to have discovered something, standing there and staring intently.

"What's up there?" Wang Sheng looked at the cliff but couldn't see anything. Even with his eyesight, he didn't notice anything particularly striking. But the old Daoist had been standing here for almost half a day, not moving an inch, as if he were gazing at a peerless beauty.

"Moss," the old Daoist replied, but Wang Sheng found it utterly speechless.

Who couldn't see there was moss up there? The old Daoist's answer was just like the system help provided by Microsoft on Earth: completely correct, but utterly useless.

"I see it," Wang Sheng said, resigned. Unable to beat the old Daoist, he could only curl his lip and seemingly complain.

"You saw it and still asked?" the old Daoist glared at Wang Sheng, as if blaming him for wasting his time.

Wang Sheng was completely speechless and couldn't say another word. Seeing the old Daoist still watching with relish, Wang Sheng simply found a place to sit down, drank some water, and took out a piece of tusked boar meat from his storage ring to grill.

The newly taken-out tusked boar meat wasn't leftover from before, but rather, the old Daoist and Wang Sheng had encountered one a few days ago. The old Daoist suddenly felt like he hadn't had fresh meat in a while, so he stepped forward, killed it with a punch, and tossed it to Wang Sheng.

The old Daoist's swift action moved Wang Sheng a bit. When he had been escaping for his life, he had encountered a tusked boar and spent a great deal of effort to kill it. Yet the old Daoist had done it with just one blow. Although Wang Sheng could kill one with a few punches with his current strength, it definitely wouldn't be as easy and effortless as the old Daoist. It seemed his cultivation was still far behind!

When Wang Sheng had grilled it almost enough, the old Daoist consciously sat down next to him, unceremoniously reaching out and grabbing the fattest piece, picking it up and gnawing on it. After a few bites, he reached out for wine, without even a hint of politeness.

Wang Sheng served the old Daoist very well, giving him food when he wanted to eat and drink when he wanted to drink, without complaint.

After the old Daoist had eaten and drunk enough, he wiped his mouth and stood up, continuing to observe. Wang Sheng packed up, extinguished the fire, and slowly walked behind the old Daoist.

"Have you noticed that this cliff was cut out by someone with a single knife or sword?" the old Daoist finally spoke, startling Wang Sheng.

Over a hundred zhang high, over two hundred zhang wide, all of this hard stone, cut out by a single knife? Or a sword? Why not an axe?

Wang Sheng asked the question. At least an axe would be more likely than a light weapon like a knife or sword, right?

"Not an axe, just a light knife or sword," the old Daoist replied with certainty and firmness.

Since the old Daoist said so, Wang Sheng certainly believed him. But this answer was too bizarre. Even the fact that the cliff was cut out by a single knife was something Wang Sheng realized belatedly.

No wonder. If it was cut out, then there must be at least another piece of the same cross-sectional size. Where did that piece go? Wang Sheng and the old Daoist hadn't seen any stone of the same material around or under their feet during this time, let alone fragments of stone. Could it be that the other piece that was cut off was transported away?

"How would I know?" Facing Wang Sheng's question, the old Daoist retorted unhappily. Heaven knows what that expert was thinking, how could they do such an unbelievable thing?

"Your cultivation is still shallow, you can't see the residual aura on this, it's not surprising," the old Daoist saw Wang Sheng's helplessness and explained.

Wang Sheng could only nod. What else could he say with insufficient cultivation? It was strange that the battle awareness little man in his mind would usually be extremely excited about anything related to combat and cultivation. However, recently, when cultivating the Nine Secret Syllables, the battle awareness little man had no feeling, no reaction.

Another thing was that the battle awareness little man also had no reaction when facing the so-called Martial Dao Will. Wang Sheng knew that the Martial Dao Will should be a trap, a bait, set up by the girl in his dreams, so it was normal for the battle awareness little man to have no reaction. So what was it about this cliff? Could it also be a trap set up by the girl in his dreams?

No, it should have been created by the girl in his dreams, and the battle awareness little man had a very close relationship with the girl in his dreams, so he wouldn't be interested in something that originally belonged to him. This was the only explanation.

The old Daoist's hand was already touching the smooth cliff face, as if feeling the residual Martial Dao aura on it. Wang Sheng didn't say much, just watched quietly, admiring the cliff that had been cut out by a single knife from the perspective of knowing the answer. At the same time, he secretly calculated how much energy would be required to do such a thing on Earth.

"Do you still have your hammer and chisel with you?" the old Daoist suddenly asked.

"Yes!" Wang Sheng quickly replied. Last time, the old Daoist borrowed one as his weapon, casually taking the one with normal weight. Wang Sheng still had a thousand-jin hammer, a two-thousand-jin hammer, a hundred-jin hammer, and an ounce hammer. These were his tools for practice, how could he not carry them with him?

"Use the lightest one," the old Daoist instructed directly, "If you can carve all the Nine Secret Syllables you've comprehended onto this cliff, I believe you'll be able to comprehend the remaining syllables."

There was such a good thing? Wang Sheng instantly perked up. The old Daoist was eccentric, but he had never spoken falsely about cultivation. Last time, the cultivation plan he tailored for him had benefited Wang Sheng a lot. This time, he made such a solemn suggestion, Wang Sheng had to try it according to the old Daoist's method.

Moving back several hundred meters, Wang Sheng carefully observed the framework of the cliff from a distance, and began to conceive what kind of layout the Nine Secret Syllables would follow if they were to be carved.

Just as he was pondering in his heart, the battle awareness little man in the Yuan Soul space suddenly seemed to sensitively realize that this was related to cultivation, and quickly simulated an identical cliff in the Yuan Soul space, allowing Wang Sheng to simulate the layout of the font distribution.