Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 131 - 92: Earth Palace Skill, Ksitigarbha Skill, Myriad Laws Cloud Map

Chapter 131: Chapter 92: Earth Palace Skill, Ksitigarbha Skill, Myriad Laws Cloud Map

The scroll was pulled out, accompanied by a small piece of paper on the side, similar to an instruction manual.

"A fourth-rank middle grade Earth Advantage Sect magic, containing Earth Palace Skills, can be comprehended four times."

Zhao Xing glanced at the instruction manual, then set it aside.

What Xue Wenzhong had shown him before was the fourth-rank lower grade Preaching Painting, the All Things Growth Map, which was the overarching magic of the Self Sect, and offered a broader range for comprehension.

The ones Zhao Xing had now obtained were specialized Preaching Paintings, ensuring the comprehension of a certain category of magic.

"Mr. Zong has really put in the effort, preaching paintings of Earth Palace Skills are rare, and the difficulty in acquiring them is second only to the Xuantu Skill," Zhao Xing opened the scroll with some anticipation.

Using a fourth-rank middle grade preaching painting for the first time brought even more impact than the previous observation of the lower-ranking "All Things Growth Map."

As Zhao Xing’s gaze landed on the scroll, he was immediately drawn in.

"Hum~"

As his eyes saw it, his mind was also attracted into it.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Falling~

An unending descent~

Zhao Xing felt his body become incredibly heavy.

He was falling at an astonishing speed.

During the fall, there was a strong sense of compression around him, as if drowning, the deeper one went under water, the stronger the pressure felt.

However, this sensation was different from drowning; at least in water, one could still feel the softness around.

But now, that compressive sensation was sticky and painful, with a tearing pain.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when the first phase of falling finally ended.

Zhao Xing’s entire body slammed onto a hard ground, bound by a force, unable to move.

He lay on the ground, barely lifting his head, and saw a translucent palace in front of him, emitting a faint glow.

"The Earth Palace."

Zhao Xing was involuntarily attracted by the phantom of the palace.

The palace was huge, its foundations not built on the ground, but rather situated upon a river of green.

"That is the earth veins."

Zhao Xing had an epiphany.

There he lay, observing the earth veins and the Earth Palace.

The earth veins were deeply hidden, hard to sense from above the ground, but below, they became clearly visible, and especially so in this scene.

The earth veins were not only visible but also flowing, very active.

The profound level earth veins were of very high quality, and this Earth Palace seemed to form naturally from the active flow of the earth veins.

Their profundity made Zhao Xing, who lay on the ground, forget all about the binding and the pressure, engrossed in watching the flowing earth veins.

"The earth veins simply flow naturally, and their pathways actually form the palace?"

"Truly a work of gods."

"Eh?"

As Zhao Xing gained insight, the ground beneath him also began to flow, quickly dragging him toward the Earth Palace.

"Boom~"

It felt as though he shattered, absorbed by the flowing green earth veins.

At that moment, the ’perspective’ disappeared, leaving only a miraculous sensation.

It was as if he had become part of the earth veins, flowing with them, and during this flow, he became part of the Earth Palace.

"Vast, heavy, limitless, this Earth Palace is far too large."

Zhao Xing sensed the most fundamental characteristics of the Earth Palace at this time.

Sometimes it transformed into a clump of soil, sometimes into a support column, sometimes into a piece of brick or tile of the Earth Palace...

He did not know how much time had passed.

"Hum~"

All the scenery quickly receded, and Zhao Xing felt himself separating from the earth veins underground palace.

Instantly, his consciousness returned.

"Ineffable."

After separating, Zhao Xing did not look at the painting, but instinctively extended his fingertips, sending a beam of golden light into the ground.

After waiting for 15 minutes, he sent out a second one.

After that, the interval between each light became shorter and shorter.

Between the eighteenth and the twenty-fourth light, it was nearly continuous emission.

"I see, the Endless Palace, this is the Endless Palace..."

Zhao Xing laughed, a joy that came from truly comprehending the magic, emanating from his heart.

"Hum hum~"

At this moment, the pavilion of Tingshui Pavilion where he was in, suddenly began to shake.

"Crack crack crack~"

The walls around him began to crack.

The floors too cracked rapidly, the beams and columns supporting the pavilion, were splitting quickly, as if they could not bear the load.

"This isn’t good, it’s going to collapse."

Zhao Xing immediately rolled up the painting and the box, and ran out quickly.

The moment he ran out,

"Boom!"

The pavilion of Tingshui Pavilion collapsed thunderously, turning into rubble in an instant.

And very finely at that, with not even a complete tile or piece of wood to be found.

"What happened, what happened? Was there an earthquake?"

Zong Shichang came over holding the Mountain Cat.

Steward Tang, along with several servants, also hurriedly arrived.

"My apologies, Mr. Zong," Zhao Xing said with some remorse, "I’ve brought down your house."

"It doesn’t matter, it’s just a pavilion... Wait." Zong Shichang’s eyes widened, "Did you say you caused this? My pavilion was made of the finest red pine wood! The foundation was solid, very sturdy!"

"Indeed, I was a bit careless... Hey, don’t go over there!" As Zhao Xing was speaking, he saw a servant from the Zong Mansion rush toward the ruins as if to investigate.

But as he approached, he immediately knelt down in agony, his breathing became difficult, and eventually, as if unable to bear the burden, he collapsed onto the ground.

"Disperse!" Zhao Xing immediately pointed a finger, causing the magic to disperse.

"Huff~ Huff~ Ha huff~" The servant stood up, gasping for breath, his face red with exertion, and on unbuttoning his clothes, his pores were seen to be oozing with blood.

"This..." Zong Shichang was stunned, his servants were martial artists at the fourth or fifth level of Gathering Essence, definitely not weak.

How did just approaching cause this to happen?