Chapter 1197

At this moment, the ancient artifact unexpectedly pointed in a certain direction, its mysterious pull unsettling his heart.

It likely pointed to a certain race or the location of some buried treasure.

"How far could it be?"

Beyond the Chaos Heavens, as a deity, he could naturally use spatial transmission to reach very distant places. Generally, saints are rooted near their dojos, but wandering 8th-tier deities and 9th-tier enlightened ones can travel much further, unrestricted by their dojos. Even beings below the saint level can encounter many different regions and various types of saints. The isolation of the lands applies only to saints.

"I wonder how far away this mysteriously guided place is," he thought. "As a deity, I can travel far, but it's too dangerous. This is a land ruled by saints, and 9th-tier enlightened ones are countless." He was usually cautious and cherished his life, but he couldn't resist this opportunity.

"This ancient elf tree must be related to the Ginseng Fruit Tree!" He gritted his teeth and carefully pulled out an ancient artifact imbued with the aura of a teleportation array.

It was a powerful, supreme treasure. He had acquired it from a mysterious ancient ruin; it could pinpoint locations by their aura, instantly create a temporary teleportation channel, and transport him to distant places.

"This is one of my life-saving methods," he thought. "Even if confronted by an ordinary 9th-tier enlightened one, I could escape their grasp; it's like having an extra life! But..." He gritted his teeth and chose to teleport anyway.

*Whoosh.*

He was teleported to a distant part of the chaotic land. He saw an incredibly well-hidden space, hesitated for a moment, then cautiously stepped inside.

He found himself in a lush forest with flourishing branches and leaves. Ancient trees bore fruits that surprisingly nurtured life. Below the fruits, beautiful elf women with pointed ears were engaged in their daily tribal activities. The houses, floors, and furnishings in this place were all made of white porcelain-colored clay, surprisingly resembling the clay sculpture style of the Ancient Sculpture Art Era.

A small white porcelain television sitting among them suddenly showed a hint of surprise. "He's already here? We traveled a long way to get here just to avoid suspicion," it said. "The other party seems incredibly wealthy, with all sorts of treasures."

This was Akina Mountain Speed's girlfriend, the former magic pet Bhikkhu, whose real name was Zhang Tong. She had previously been an ordinary university student, but her boyfriend was far from ordinary.

The small television, embodied by Zhang Tong, whispered, "Although our main body is this group of small televisions, we still have a subsidiary race to serve us. We chose a relatively common bloodline: the ancient tree elves from the Ancient Wood Planet..."

As Zhang Tong thought this, she quickly stood up and, surprised, looked at the simple-looking chubby man, asking, "Who are you?"

The chubby man was equally surprised, looking at the dead small television in his hand, then at the lively, speaking one before him, as if he had encountered a monster. "It's alive?"

He had thought the television was merely a clay Dao artifact and never imagined it was an entire race. Clay, alive? In reality, quantum small televisions evolved from Caroline's family of small televisions; their white porcelain cells were naturally a form of clay. But the chubby man was very surprised. Clay, a living being! Could it be related to the Ancient Sculpture Art Era?

"Could this be the lost tribe of the cave's master?" he wondered, his breath quickening. "Have I found the greatest treasure?"

Zhang Tong looked at the television in his hand, startled again. "Why are you holding the corpse of our ancestor?" she asked.

"Is this your ancestor?" Zhang Youling was momentarily stunned. Realizing this must be a reclusive race, he said, "I obtained this from an ancient artifact; perhaps it's related to your ancestor."

"Ancestor?" Zhang Tong's face showed surprise.

Zhang Youling then recounted everything about the ruin in detail.

"So that's it!" Zhang Tong exclaimed, startled, pacing back and forth. "It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, our lineage also had a saint overseeing it and it was once a dojo, but now it has declined. At that time, our saint mentioned that our origin was very mysterious. Our ancestor's ancestors were touched by the bloodline of an ancient mighty being from over ten billion years ago, though countless generations have passed. Our ancestor, a saint, ventured out to find ancient ruins and likely perished there." She looked at the dead small television, her voice choking with emotion. "Ah, ancestor..."

Zhang Youling was completely stunned. The small television was so decayed it was like a puddle of mud, its original realm indiscernible. He hadn't even considered it a living thing before. Could this be the remains of a saint? It wasn't impossible, as the Chaos Sea erodes everything.

"I found him in a clay jar," Zhang Youling said.

Zhang Tong began to sob. "It seems our ancestor ventured into the deep sea to find that ancient ruin but perished there. Before dying, he found a jar and sealed himself within it, connecting his location to us so that someone fated to find him could return him to his homeland."

Zhang Youling remained silent.

Zhang Tong continued, "Our ancestor said that our earliest pure-blooded ancestors were perhaps two children created from clay sculptures by an ancient being, named Qingfeng and Mingyue. They could sit in their residence and manifest avatars to travel the world..." Zhang Tong pointed to the night elves and ancient night trees. "They are descendants of the Ginseng Fruit Tree," she explained. "It is said that the Ginseng Fruit Tree of that era possessed mysterious powers, bearing human-shaped fruits that, if consumed, offered great opportunities. However, while these are still human-shaped fruits, they have transformed into living beings, lacking the powerful energy of that time and being quite ordinary."

Zhang Youling pondered carefully, looking at the night elf fruit trees. These fruit trees had indeed lost their former power, now only able to reproduce their race. While this race wasn't weak, they were merely ordinary. But these clay-sculpted people were quite powerful.

"You retrieved our ancestor for us," she said. "You are our esteemed guest."

Zhang Tong led him into the house, showing him the small televisions and the houses. She explained, "The houses here are all made by us; we spit out the material and knead it..." She, too, was a small television evolved by their race. She opened her mouth and spat out a ceramic small television, then continued, "Our race possesses quantum energy. Our ancient ancestor said that we could grow stronger by playing games. Don't think we're just hiding here; our people are constantly exploring outside, though they're not very strong yet."

Grow stronger by playing games? Zhang Youling was stunned, and soon he witnessed a terrifying scene. He saw players sitting in front of television screens, watching, and on the screens, another version of themselves stood, exploring the chaotic land. The screens displayed levels, experience bars, body data, and experience points.

"This clay-sculpted bloodline is actually a supportive, super heaven-defying bloodline that can grant blessings... it's incredibly strong!" Zhang Youling's pupils widened. A mysterious will was awakening within him, subtly descending across dimensions to observe the civilized race before him, revealing a hint of incredible surprise. "Clay sculptures, could they truly be related to those ancient ruin sculptures?" This was the thought as the multi-dimensional saint's mysterious will finally descended.