CHAPTER 316: CHAPTER 249: LONGEVITY DIVINE WOOD

Under the lamp’s light, the entire space of the spiritual artifact became incredibly bright, with waves of heat rolling off, as if there were a sun.

Shen Wang glanced at the back of his daughter as she walked out, feeling emotional.

"What a good daughter, found a treasure for her old dad."

Shen Wang was filled with emotion, thinking how having insight makes all the difference. He had thought it was just a broken lamp, an ordinary magical treasure, not expecting it to be of such a high level, likely a spiritual artifact.

He turned back, his gaze falling on it, noticing runes dancing in the flames emitted by the ancient bronze lamp, as if containing the rules of heaven and earth, quite mysterious.

"It’s indeed not simple. This thing hasn’t unleashed its original power, so it’s difficult to see what’s special about it."

Shen Wang mused to himself. Upon careful examination, he found that the lamp was not the main point; the focus was on the lamp wick.

Also, the lamp oil should have an effect. His daughter mentioned filling it up, meaning the lamp oil wasn’t quite right.

Thinking about it, he realized the originally limited lamp oil had already been reduced by half, and he hurriedly cast a spell, controlling the fire to extinguish it.

During the control, he roughly figured out how to trigger the true power of the ancient bronze lamp. The key was indeed the lamp wick; as long as the lamp oil was good enough, the lamp wick could burn with powerful flames.

Controlling the flame is about managing the relationship between the lamp oil and the lamp wick, which is fairly simple.

Once the flame diminished, Shen Wang left it to continue illuminating the space, ready to unleash it to attack enemies if needed.

Leaving the space, he waved to store the spiritual artifact away, considered for a moment, and placed the Eight Trigrams Plate on the flying ship, integrating it to add an extra layer of protection.

The array attached to the Eight Trigrams Plate transformed, activating the concealment array, causing the flying ship to disappear, hidden away.

Shen Wang formed a seal, activating the flying ship, which began to float steadily.

Reaching the head of the ship, Shen Wang smiled and said, "Hold tight, we’re taking off!"

"Take off, take off."

Jingzhe clapped his hands happily.

Shen Wang pointed ahead and said, "Set out!"

He controlled the flying ship to speed up and fly out.

Liu Shan and Hongping’s family were arranged to leave to visit their parents back in their hometown, not accompanying them this time.

Five adults and five children left on the flying ship, with several children showing great interest in the outside world, Shen Chuxue being no exception.

Lixia and Jingzhe shouted happily, while Jia’Er and the baby in Zheng Yunshu’s arms widened their eyes with curiosity, and Shen Chuxue remained relatively quiet, her large eyes turning to observe the passing scenery.

From high above, the wide-open landscape could be seen at a glance, giving a feeling of ease as if all the stifling air in the chest exhaled with breaths, leaving the mood serene and comfortable.

Seeing his family’s happy faces, Shen Wang began to reflect on whether he had been too cautious, as before, he wanted to hide his family in the spiritual artifact space during travel.

"Once bitten by a snake, one fears the rope for ten years. It’s all because of the fear from being besieged before."

Shen Wang chuckled bitterly to himself and warned, "With our growing strength, this mindset needs to change, and I can’t have the paper kite-like others hiding in one place as before."

He commanded the flying ship to fly at a moderate speed, heading to a familiar place nearby.

Shen Wang said, "Let me show you the Shen Family’s ancestral land, as a way of acknowledging our roots."

Saying this, he noticed the quietness of Fengming Mountain ahead, which was eerily silent, and a chilling aura pervaded the air. His eyes shifted, showing a look of vigilance as his thoughts quickly probed ahead.

He saw the ancestral land shrouded in dark mist, filled with a cold, evil intent, with only one courtyard on the mountain remaining normal.

"How did it end up like this!"

Shen Wang was shocked. It was broad daylight, so how could this phenomenon occur?

His expression changed as he explored the black mist, sensing a force that made him very uncomfortable, spotting traces of evil spirits within.

Thankfully, it was daytime, and these spirits hid deep within the mist, unrestrained.

He frowned and said, "Something’s amiss at the ancestral land; be ready to enter the space when needed."

After speaking, he formed a seal, releasing the Yang magical power, injected it into the Eight Trigrams Plate, forming a circle of white Yang-protective barrier with some of the arrays before proceeding.

Apart from Zheng Yunshu, the other three women had stayed in the ancestral land before. Seeing Shen Wang’s reaction, they exchanged glances and began to be cautious.

"Husband, the children are tired from playing; maybe let them rest?"

Jia’Er was a bit frightened.

"Chuxue, Lixia, and Jingzhe stay, Lan Kui and Lulu, you go rest inside."

Shen Wang opened up the space of the Tai Chi Yin Yang Mirror.

"Alright, alright."

Lan Kui obediently carried the child and entered the space.

After they went in, the flying ship, moving swiftly, arrived above the ancestral land.

Fengming Mountain wasn’t large, and looking down from above made it seem even smaller. There was a small courtyard on the mountain, surrounded by a swath of grayish-black fog.

This wasn’t natural fog, as wildlife was nonexistent nearby, making it eerily silent.

Strangely, the courtyard was sharply demarcated from the black mist, not enveloped by it.

Seeing this, Shen Wang’s gaze fell on the direction of the back mountain, lost in thought.

The flying ship descended from the sky, and as it neared the courtyard, a strange wind arose near it, with the mist seemingly coming to life, converging toward Shen Wang.

Shen Wang snorted coldly, raising his hand to create a circle of flames, evaporating the approaching black mist.

This was the Fire Ring Technique, a type of area-of-effect magic that could restrain Yin-and-evil forces.

"Husband, it’s been years since we came back, and it’s like this even during the day."

Zhi Yuan said gravely, "The situation seems to have worsened."

"Indeed, previously, the black mist only appeared at night."

Jia’Er nodded, "Husband, what exactly is in our Shen Family’s ancestry?"