Chapter 16 - A Page of the Book of Death, Nanque Sacred City

Chapter 16 A Page of the Book of Death, Nanque Sacred City

Huangquan?

Hearing the black-robed elder’s words, everyone on the ancient warship was stunned.

Wasn’t that the assassin organization that was destroyed a hundred thousand years ago? It was once very powerful, having assassinated many significant figures. Even ancient Daoist sects were extremely wary of it.

Later, it was said to have been swallowed by the Jiuzhong Lou and the Underworld, then disappeared into the deep of history.

Now, only the major powers and sects were aware of Huangquan; ordinary cultivators probably had never even heard of it.

“I dare not lie. Every word I said is true. If it weren’t for the sudden betrayal, I and the other hall masters wouldn’t have met our demise...”

The black-robed elder explained bitterly, recounting his background to Jiang Minghan.

He knew that if he didn’t make his value clear, Jiang Minghan would likely kill him soon.

At his peak, he had broken through to the Saint Realm, his cultivation unparalleled.

But now, he was merely a remnant soul, relying on possession for his current body.

“I’m not interested in your background or who you used to be.”

“Tell me about the Book of Death.”

Jiang Minghan interrupted, uninterested in the clichéd backstory.

However, the Book of Death did catch his attention.

If he remembered correctly, it was a sinister book, made from the skin of ancient sages.

Simply writing a cultivator’s name and birthdate on it, and using their hair or personal items, could summon various misfortunes and curses.

Even top figures from ancient times had encountered it and found it hard to guard against.

Later, the Book of Death was supposedly destroyed, becoming a legend lost to history.

Now, the black-robed elder claimed to know its whereabouts.

Jiang Minghan’s interest was piqued.

“I dare not lie, sir. Huangquan was destroyed because of the Book of Death...”

Seeing this, Jiang Minghan nodded slightly, not surprised by their discipline.

As followers, their interests were secondary to their master’s. If ordered to die, they wouldn’t refuse, let alone erase part of their memory.

After leaving Chiyan Ancient Star, Jiang Minghan followed the black-robed elder’s memories to the location of the Book of Death.

Given the nature of the matter, he wouldn’t spare the black-robed elder’s life.

From the black-robed elder’s memories, Jiang Minghan learned much about Huangquan’s secrets, including how he discovered the Book of Death’s location.

He originally sought a Son of Luck.

Though he didn’t find one, discovering the Book of Death’s clue was a pleasant surprise.

“Based on the black-robed elder’s memories, the page of the Book of Death should already be lost, passed around without its true nature being discovered...”

***

Nanque Sacred City.

As one of the most renowned sacred cities in the three thousand Dao Domains, it had existed for over a million years, its vast territory covering nearly hundreds of thousands of miles.

The city was magnificent, with endless palaces and towers, cloud and mist rising, and silver waterfalls cascading. Ancient divine mountains stood in the depths, shrouded in mist, exuding a mysterious and transcendent aura.

Disciples, elders, and notable figures from various ancient sects and powers often gathered in the city, making it lively and bustling.

The long streets were filled with vendors, besides patrolling cultivators.

The most common sights were various stalls and shops selling heavenly treasures, glittering with divine radiance.

“These raw stones for three hundred spirit stones? You must be joking! I’m afraid of getting bad luck from them...”

“Final price, thirty spirit stones!”

At this moment, in front of a desolate and overgrown stone gambling shop,

Several young men in fine clothes weighed some raw stones the size of a face, speaking impatiently.

“Three hundred spirit stones is the lowest price. They used to be worth thousands, even tens of thousands...”

A young woman in coarse cloth, with a stubborn look, insisted on the price.

She had a clear and lovely appearance, with expressive eyes, though her face was smudged with dirt.