Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1413 - 683

Fang Cheng sniffed the lingering heat and blood in the air, his eyes slightly flickering.

This place was no unknown underground treasure vault; it was clearly the Inner World of the Ancient Locust Village where he had previously confronted Jiang Chen head-on.

The exaggerated craters and web-like cracks on the ground were all the destruction marks left by him as he continually pounded the old monster into the ground with "Infinite Continuous Punching."

As for the charred building ruins and pervasive ashes, they were remnants of the True Sun Fire burning Jiang Chen’s Divine Soul.

At that time, Jiang Chen’s body was blasted apart on the spot, and his Divine Soul was incinerated by the flames.

The entire Inner World couldn’t withstand this overload of destructive power, and along with losing the support of the controller’s strength, it collapsed and dissipated, turning into black mist that spread into the night sky.

Fang Cheng initially thought that space had completely vanished with Jiang Chen’s defeat.

Unexpectedly, this ruin remained.

And it was quietly connected to this secret underground space through the Stone Gate at the bottom of the well.

"Crack!"

Cheng Jiashu lifted his foot, crushing a piece of charcoal that had rolled to the edge of his boot.

The crisp breaking sound was particularly clear in the silent ruins.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and turned his head toward Cheng Jiashu, voicing his speculation, then asked:

"What do you think?"

Cheng Jiashu glanced around, speaking thoughtfully:

"In my opinion, when the Inner World collapsed, its main structure had indeed dissipated, but the spatial framework based on the Gathering Yin Array hasn’t completely vanished."

He squatted down, used his fingers to clear away a few stones, and inspected the ground structure:

"It’s like a house has collapsed, but the foundation is still buried in the soil. That Stone Gate at the bottom of the well is likely a backdoor Jiang Chen arranged in advance for this remaining space."

Fang Cheng surveyed the surrounding scene of fierce destruction and nodded slightly:

"So you’re saying the Inner World of the Ancient Locust Village hasn’t completely disappeared but retreated underground, recuperating and waiting for restoration?"

"That’s about right."

Cheng Jiashu dusted off his hands and stood up, speaking calmly:

"The spatial structure persists based on the earth’s energy lines; as long as these lines continue, it won’t completely dissipate in a short time."

"Like the Inheritance Secret Realm of our noble family, even if it is heading toward collapse, as long as the structure isn’t entirely destroyed, there is hope to salvage it."

He turned around, glanced at the nearly leveled ancestral hall nearby, and continued:

"Speaking of which, I’ve always found it odd. Those village guards controlled by Spirit performing some ritual; it looks sinister, but it’s all just for show."

"They’re merely using live human sacrifices to transmit blood energy underground, awakening Jiang Chen, who is healing in the Inner World. Once the old monster is full and awakens, he’ll open the Inner World himself and drag in those summoning him and the prepared offerings."

"With such a ritual, he’d call the shots both inside and out, and those entering this place, including Supervisor Wu, wouldn’t understand the principles behind it. Only this way can secrecy be better maintained."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, agreeing with Cheng Jiashu’s deduction.

The two continued talking and observing as they ventured deeper into the ruins.

Their footsteps on the rubble created a series of sharp sounds.

The ancestral hall that still stood peacefully in reality was now utterly unrecognizable in the Inner World.

The roof of the main hall had disappeared, leaving only two of its four support pillars.

One pillar had broken in the middle, leaning on the collapsed altar, crushing the statue it once housed.

The head of the statue lay in a corner, marked by peeling red lacquer on its lips, its expression frozen, facing skyward.

The side hall was reduced to two remaining walls, marked by deep burnt scars that charred into the bricks.

In some places, there were even fist-sized holes, marked by the force of Fist Power.

Fang Cheng circled around a toppled stone pedestal, his toe nudging something hard.

He glanced down and bent to clear the debris covering it, picking it up.

It was a bronze incense burner, embossed with a twin dragon play pearl motif, its three legs intact, the bronze a rich color with a thick patina, truly an age-old true artifact.

"Look at this."

Cheng Jiashu unearthed a wooden box beneath the distant wall’s base.

The box’s surface was long decayed and cracked, collapsing with a gentle push.

Yet inside, the contents were intact, with over a dozen gold bars neatly aligned, their deep-luster shining in the dim light of the sky.

Next to the gold bars, a few items scattered around.

One was a palm-sized green and white jade exorcism, its jade warm and smooth, exquisitely carved, with two lines of small seal script on its base.

Another was a set of Enamel Flower Bird Pattern Bowls, the bowl walls thin as eggshells, the patterns vivid and lifelike.

Besides, there were a few gold seals the size of copper coins, carved with ancient and steady Blade Technique.

"My old ancestor certainly collected quite a few treasures over the years!"

Cheng Jiashu remarked, picking up the jade exorcism and examining it, his lips curling slightly:

"I wonder what he had in mind hiding these things in the Inner World?"

After placing the jade exorcism back, Cheng Jiashu stood up, dusting off his hands.

"These things aren’t of much use to me, just a pile of antiques."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng took the initiative, quickly gathering up the gold bars and the items.

His movements were swift and decisive.

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