Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family-Chapter 45: Opportunities Are Insufficient, Strength Makes Up for It! (Extra - !)

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Opportunities Are Insufficient, Strength Makes Up for It! (Extra Chapter!)

Fifteen minutes later.

Centered around Chen Zhixing, over a hundred Great Demons scattered like birds and beasts, darting out from all directions.

"All of you, get moving, help the senior find the Human Race’s tomb!"

"If you can’t find it in one hour, you all die!"

"Hurry!!"

In an instant, the entire pine needle forest was in an uproar.

Under the command of these over a hundred Great Demons, thousands upon thousands of Great Demons and Little Demons either flew to the sky or burrowed into the ground, starting the search for the tomb of Taoist Jiu Feng.

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged on the ground, strands of mental telekinesis, like a school of lively, swimming red fish, flew from all directions and attached to the bodies of those Great Demons.

"Young master, what do we do next?" the voice of Sword Spirit Qingzhi sounded.

"Wait." Chen Zhixing closed his eyes and began to nourish the spirit.

In just thirty minutes.

A respectful voice came through the divine thought attached to Chen Zhixing, sounding in his mind.

"Senior, we’ve found it!"

In an instant, Chen Zhixing’s eyes snapped open, and a gleam flashed by.

"Good!"

When Chen Zhixing arrived, he saw that the other Great Demons had already scattered upon receiving the news, leaving only a Squirrel Demon standing anxiously in place, waiting for Chen Zhixing.

Amid the middle of a cliff face, the entrance to a cave was obscured by countless hanging vines.

Ordinary people would never discover it.

By the cave entrance, an ancient stele was slanted into the ground, with large, faintly discernible characters written on it.

The Tomb of Jiu Feng!

"Well done."

Chen Zhixing nodded slightly. With a flip of his right hand, a pill the size of a sugar bean appeared in his hand, which he casually tossed to the Little Squirrel.

"Thank you, senior, for your gift. If I become a Great Demon in the future, I will repay you profusely!"

The Little Squirrel, as if granted amnesty, received the pill and kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude toward Chen Zhixing before quickly leaving.

For a Little Demon at its level, a Foundation Establishment Pill is enough to change its destiny!

Chen Zhixing paid no mind, taking a deep breath as he gazed into the depths of the cave.

In the depths of the cave, it was pitch black, with a chilling wind emanating from within.

Chen Zhixing stepped in steadily.

Soon, a heavy, ancient bronze stone gate appeared before Chen Zhixing.

On that bronze stone gate, there were some inscriptions in an ancient seal script not of this era.

Chen Zhixing squinted to read.

[My name is Jiu Feng. Since the beginning of my cultivation, I have strived diligently each day and night, yet the Great Tao is unjust, ranking people into different classes...]

The first part was mostly about Taoist Jiu Feng recounting his life’s experiences.

In essence, it was about how he worked hard, but such efforts were worthless in the face of innate talent, and so on.

Chen Zhixing had no interest in reading about Taoist Jiu Feng’s life and directly looked to the end.

[All my life, I have struggled against heaven, earth, and men, yet over time, looking back on this life, I am only left with a decaying and withered body.]

[Now, as the Celestial Five Declines approach, I feel that my end is near, and the road of the Great Tao seems to be cut off.]

[Reflecting on this life, it turns out to be merely a fleeting dream.]

[Only now do I realize, everything that one gains, every achievement of the Tao, was preordained by heaven and earth.]

[The struggles, the fights, and the requests were in vain.]

[In my lifetime, I obtained several treasures, but now that the Great Tao is cut off, they are useless.]

[Now, I bury these treasures with me here, to leave them for those fated to find them in the future.]

[However, there are three barriers and three questions I have set upon this burial ground.]

[Those who succeed in answering these three questions shall gain accordingly!]

[My first question: What is Tao?]

At this point, the inscriptions on the entire bronze stone gate ended.

"You have to answer questions to enter the tomb?"

Chen Zhixing frowned slightly.

The Spider Web organization was about to attack, and he had no time to waste here.

He took a deep breath.

Chen Zhixing asked, "Qingzhi, if you had something you very much desired locked inside a box that needed unlocking, how would you go about getting it?"

Sword Spirit Qingzhi was taken aback, momentarily not comprehending, but instinctively replied:

"If it were me, I’d naturally find a way to unlock the box..."

"Wrong!"

Before she could finish, Chen Zhixing had already stepped forward, drawing his right arm back like a full moon.

Condensing terrifying Ox Demon Star Power in his right hand.

Behind him, the shadows of black Ox Demons appeared, roaring up at the sky, smashing stars with terrifying phantom images.

"The correct answer is to smash the box directly!"

"Ox Demon... Shattered Heaven!!!!!"

In an instant, Chen Zhixing punched the bronze stone gate.

Boom boom boom!!!

A terrifying power that could shake a hundred mountains poured out like a flood breaking through a dam!

A massive black shockwave instantly blasted forward, shattering the entire bronze stone gate into pieces!

Then the second, the third!!

The three-question stone gates set by Taoist Jiu Feng during his lifetime were all penetrated with this punch.

"You see, sometimes simplifying things leads to the most effective solution."

Chen Zhixing retracted his arm and stepped inside.

Inside the Cyan Pheasant Divine Sword’s internal space, Sword Spirit Qingzhi was left dumbfounded.

He actually smashed it with one punch?!

Is this... even possible?!!

Next, Sword Spirit Qingzhi shivered all over, a sense of ominous foreboding welling up in his mind.

The Sword God’s place of inheritance also had trials; would the young master also...

Sword Spirit Qingzhi’s throat bobbed, feeling parched.

Before she could continue her thoughts.

Chen Zhixing had already stepped in boldly.

On the second and third shattered stone gates, two questions were written.

What is Technique?

What is Skill?

"Whoever is stronger, whoever’s fist is bigger, that is Tao, that is Technique, that is Skill."

"What frivolous questions."

Chen Zhixing softly muttered to himself, then crossed the Third Layer stone gate and went straight to the deepest part of the tomb.

At the deepest part of the tomb, there was a stone chamber approximately ten square meters in size.

In the center of the stone chamber, a skeleton with white bones was clothed in a Taoist robe long since decayed, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat.

If not mistaken, this would be Taoist Jiu Feng.

The skeleton still maintained a skyward gaze, seemingly unwilling even at the moment of death.

"Pardon the intrusion."

In respect, Chen Zhixing bowed to the skeleton.

Regardless, barging into someone’s tomb to take items left Chen Zhixing feeling somewhat apologetic.

The next moment.

Chen Zhixing bypassed the skeleton and stopped before a stone table behind Taoist Jiu Feng’s remains.

On the stone table, from left to right, were three items.

On the far left was an ancient blue paper-bound book, with a line of ancient, simple brush strokes inscribed on it vertically.

Nine Gods Technique!

Chen Zhixing exhaled lightly, unable to suppress a slight smile.

"Got it!"

Chen Zhixing reached out and placed the Nine Gods Technique into his sleeve.

He knew that with this technique, his True Self Realm could perhaps forge a path unlike any other in the present world.

The next moment.

Chen Zhixing looked toward the second item.

Instantly, a shock ran through him, his pupils constricted violently.

"Hmm? Why is it this?!"