binnovel Chapter 602
Chapter 602
The earth's veins in mountain ranges such as the Qinling and Taihang are thick and solid, like the spine of the earth.
He also "saw" more discordant things.
On some of the earth's vein nodes, there are dark red, pulsating "tumors".
That was pollution caused by the parasitic "seed" of the ancient god.
They vary in size; some are just sprouting, while others have already spread out.
The most densely populated area is in the northwest, especially towards Dunhuang, where it has turned a dark red.
But Zhang Hao's target is not these "tumors".
He was looking for "resonance".
With the destruction of the Helan Mountain altar and the resulting energy imbalance, other altars will inevitably generate unique energy ripples.
Like a pebble thrown into a pond, ripples spread across the entire surface.
found it.
The first ripple came from the northwest, probably at the border of Inner Mongolia or Ningxia. There, the phantom of a beacon tower flickered on the energy level, its dark red light pulsating rhythmically.
“The first beacon tower…” Zhang Hao memorized the location.
The second ripple should have originated from Helan Mountain, but it is now a chaotic flow of energy, a consequence of the altar's destruction.
The third ripple, originating from the direction of Dunhuang, was strong and rapid, like an alarm bell.
The fourth... the fifth...
Zhang Hao's heart sank.
He sensed all six ripples.
Except for the destroyed second beacon tower, the other six are all "active," and the level of activity increases sequentially.
The worst place is the seventh one, located deep in the mountains on the southern border of Yunnan. The dark red light there is so real that it is almost breaking through the energy level and seeping into reality.
At this rate, the "seed" of the seventh beacon tower will be fully awakened in at most one month.
At that time, the first true "vessel of the ancient gods" will be born.
These are not the unfinished products from Helan Mountain, but monsters capable of carrying a portion of the ancient god's consciousness and possessing terrifying power.
Once the seventh location falls, the balance will completely collapse, and the awakening speed of the remaining five locations will increase exponentially.
"One month..."
Zhang Hao opened his eyes, the halo slowly dissipated, and the crystal's light dimmed.
The Sanskrit scriptures inside the stone chamber gradually returned to calm.
He was drenched in sweat, and the mental and physical exertion of expanding his perception to the entire country at once was enormous.
But it's worth it; at least now, they have clear goals and a pressing timeline.
When he stood up, his legs went weak, and he had to hold onto the lotus platform to avoid falling.
The clear water in the lotus platform has become murky. The spell just now consumed the pure water essence that had accumulated for hundreds of years, and it will take a long time to recover.
"I'm sorry, Master Fahai."
Zhang Hao spoke softly to the empty stone chamber:
"I'll borrow your life savings for a while. If this succeeds, I will definitely come back to repay your vow."
He put away the crystal and turned to leave.
The iron gate slowly closed behind me, and rust crept back onto the keyhole, as if no one had ever been there.
It was 3 a.m. when I left Leifeng Pagoda.
West Lake was shrouded in a thin mist, and the city lights on the opposite shore were sparse.
Zhang Hao stood in front of the tower, looking northwest.
In the night sky, on a level invisible to ordinary people, six dark red "lines" faintly point from six directions toward a certain place on the horizon, as if they are worshipping some non-existent deity.
A bronze wind chime was tied around his waist, now emitting a low, continuous hum, the five notes in sync, like the prelude to a dirge.
He took out his phone and dialed Xiaohua's number.
"how's it going?"
Jie Xiaohua's voice was hoarse from staying up all night.
"Found them, all six locations."
Zhang Hao's voice was calm, but every word carried immense weight:
"We need to complete the reinforcement of six altars within thirty days."
Starting with the most critical seventh beacon tower, in Yunnan.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.
"I contacted seven companies."
Jie Xiaohua quickly said:
"The Qi family, the Lan family of Miao territory, the Liu family of the Xiangxi corpse-driving lineage, the Tolt family of Northwest shamans, Granny Jin of the Southern Xinjiang Gu master, the bone collector of Southern Fujian, and... Master Qingwei of Maoshan."
They agreed to send someone, but requested a face-to-face meeting.
"can."
Zhang Hao nodded:
"They'll decide the time and place, the sooner the better."
"in addition……"
Jie Xiaohua paused:
"We have news from the guy's side."
He arrived at the Zhang family's ancestral home, but the situation...
Not good.
Zhang Hao's heart tightened:
"How to say?"
"The ancestral home of the Zhang family is now empty."
Jie Xiaohua's voice was very low:
"It wasn't recently emptied; judging from the marks, it's been abandoned for at least twenty years."
The ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall are still there, but all the books, ritual implements, and even the burial items of the ancestors have all disappeared.
The young man is investigating clues, but... he said it might be related to 'it'.
"it?"
Zhang Hao frowned.
"The 'it' mentioned in the Zhang family genealogy is not an ancient god, but another force that has been secretly opposing the Zhang family."
The young man didn't explain in detail, only telling us to be careful.
Zhang Hao gripped his phone tightly.
Things are more complicated than I thought.
The Seven Star Seal, the Awakening of the Ancient God, the Looting of the Zhang Family Ancestral Land, and that mysterious "it"...
All these clues are intertwined, like a giant net, and they are at the center of the net.
"Let's focus on resolving the matter of the Seven Star Altar first."
Zhang Hao steadied himself:
"Other issues can be addressed once the overall situation is stabilized."
Notify everyone that we will meet at Wuxingju tomorrow morning.
After hanging up the phone, he took one last look at Leifeng Pagoda.
The pagoda's shadow appeared and disappeared in the morning mist, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled softly in the breeze, their clear and melodious sounds unable to dispel the gloom in his heart.
One month.
Six altars.
A race against time has begun.
The cost of losing is something no one can bear.