Chapter 1842: The Largest Sect in Qianhu World The Ruins of Qianhu Sect

The thick tail of the golden flood dragon swept violently, snapping two towering trees in half. As the purple earthworm was about to dodge, a thunderous beast roar erupted, blowing countless fallen leaves into the air and raising clouds of dust. Its reaction immediately froze.

Lion's Roar!

A shimmering golden sound wave surged forward, striking the purple earthworm's body, causing its thick form to twist uncontrollably.

A golden flood dragon descended from the sky. Its massive dragon claws pinned down the purple earthworm's body, and its gaping maw bit the purple earthworm, tearing it in half.

Less than five breaths passed from the moment Wang Xin attacked until he killed the fourth-tier demonic insect.

The Wood Spirit swiftly moved towards the Nine-Turn Golden Ganoderma. The ground suddenly glowed with a green light, and the Nine-Turn Golden Ganoderma emerged from the earth, its roots perfectly intact.

Wang Xin took out an exquisite golden jade box and placed the Nine-Turn Golden Ganoderma inside.

Having just arrived and already obtained a 3000-year-old Nine-Turn Golden Ganoderma, Wang Xin was in high spirits.

The Dual-Eyed Rat's bulky body curled into a yellow sphere and rolled forward, knocking down trees and raising a great deal of dust.

Wang Xin followed behind, not moving quickly.

On an uninhabited island, in an open clearing, Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, Wang Yingjie, and Ye Haitang each had a jade slip attached to their brows. They were examining ancient texts, hoping to find relevant records.

To sever the Thousand Gourd Realm's heritage and deepen loyalty to the Demon Race, the demons had destroyed a vast number of its ancient texts. Wang Changsheng had obtained many jade slips from Chen Datong's storage ring, some of which contained information about the Thousand Gourd Realm.

"Thousand Gourd Sect, True Monarch Gale's Meditation Cave, Ice Phoenix Remains, Qianli Palace, Ziyun Valley Zhao Family, True Monarch Dragon Cauldron... So many forbidden sites?" Wang Changsheng frowned and removed the golden ancient text from his brow.

The jade slips listed over a dozen secret realms and forbidden areas, but only their names, without specific locations.

The Thousand Gourd Sect was destroyed 50,000 years ago. It was once the Thousand Gourd Realm's foremost sect, and the realm was named after it. Due to its overbearing conduct, it was jointly annihilated by other forces, and its main headquarters vanished. True Monarch Gale was a renowned Soul Transformation cultivator who overpowered both righteous and demonic factions, later disappearing without a trace. The Thousand Gourd Realm once gave birth to a fifth-tier Ice Phoenix, possessing immense divine abilities but unable to break through to a higher level; her meditation place is known as the Ice Phoenix Remains. Qianli Palace was one of the Thousand Gourd Realm's top sects, destroyed 30,000 years ago. The Ziyun Valley Zhao Family was the Thousand Gourd Realm's foremost immortal cultivation family over 10,000 years ago. Sword Master of the Four Seasons once sparred with a Soul Transformation cultivator from the Zhao Family, resulting in a draw. The Zhao Family was later destroyed, and its ancestral home also vanished. True Monarch Dragon Cauldron was a Soul Transformation cultivator from over 10,000 years ago, a half-demon whose strength was rarely matched by either humans or demons, later disappearing without a trace.

"It's a pity the demons destroyed so many ancient texts of the Thousand Gourd Realm; otherwise, we wouldn't be so helpless," Wang Ruyan sighed. She remarked that the demons' sinister strategy was truly vicious, severing even the cultural heritage of the Thousand Gourd Realm, leading to fewer and weaker spiritual cultivators in the realm.

There is no more terrifying way to destroy a race than to obliterate its cultural heritage. If only rebels are killed, more will emerge as long as the cultural heritage persists. However, if a race's cultural heritage is destroyed, the number of rebels will dwindle.

"Let's wait for good news! Hopefully, we can find some high-grade spiritual medicines," Wang Changsheng said, looking towards the sky, his face full of anticipation.

Wang Xin stood at the foot of a towering, cloud-piercing peak. A flight of bluestone steps extended from the base to the summit. The bluestone surface had numerous cracks, covered in moss, with abundant weeds growing in the fissures.

At the mountain's base lay a half-buried, moss-covered stone tablet, its inscriptions barely legible.

On both sides of the bluestone steps stood dense, towering trees, their branches and leaves lush, full of vitality.

The Dual-Eyed Rat shrank to fist size and quickly darted towards the mountain peak. The Wood Spirit moved swiftly through the forest.

Wang Xin fully extended his divine sense and, finding no abnormalities, proceeded up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, he saw two azure pavilions, their eaves covered in azure vines.

After confirming there were no restrictions, Wang Xin strode inside.

After a while, he emerged, a thoughtful expression on his face, muttering to himself, "Thousand Gourd Sect! I've never heard of this sect."

The relationship between Wang Changsheng and his avatar was akin to that between a cultivator and a puppet beast; what Wang Changsheng knew, his avatar might not.

He continued up the mountain, and about half an hour later, he reached the summit. An azure palace covered in azure vines appeared before him.

The bluestone slabs paving the ground were cracked, with abundant weeds growing in the fissures.

Above the palace gate hung a square plaque. The characters "Thousand Gourd" were faintly visible, but the third character was obscured by azure vines.

The Dual-Eyed Rat ran into the Myriad Gourd Palace without any incident, so Wang Xin then entered.

The main hall was spacious and brightly lit, with numerous moonstones embedded in the stone walls illuminating the entire hall. The walls were cracked, and weeds grew in some areas, indicating it had been abandoned for an unknown duration. In the center of the hall stood a hundred-zhang-tall human-shaped statue. The statue depicted a golden-robed old man, over fifty years old, with a dignified expression, gazing into the distance. Seven gourds of varying colors were tied to his waist.

On both the left and right sides were murals. The left depicted the golden-robed old man subduing demons. The right contained a line of text. From the text, it appeared this was Gourd Island, the main headquarters of the Thousand Gourd Sect. The Thousand Gourd Sect was founded by Senior Thousand Gourd. When the Ghost Realm invaded, Senior Thousand Gourd used great divine abilities to eliminate its leader, gaining renown throughout the entire realm, which was then renamed the Thousand Gourd Realm.

Behind the golden statue was a side chamber containing several spirit tablets. A detailed map of the entire Gourd Island was carved into the wall, with every peak and settlement marked with text.

Wang Xin's eyes lit up as his gaze fell upon the characters "Thousand Gourd Garden." The map did not explicitly label a "spiritual medicine garden," so the Thousand Gourd Garden was likely its location. Whether it truly was, Wang Xin could verify over time.

He took out a blank jade slip, recorded the entire map, and then departed.

This was Thousand Gourd Peak, the ancestral hall of the Thousand Gourd Sect. The human-shaped statue was likely Senior Thousand Gourd, the sect's founder.

After exiting the Myriad Gourd Palace, Wang Xin put away the Dual-Eyed Rat and the Wood Spirit, transforming into a golden rainbow and soaring away.

Not long after, he appeared above a lush, emerald green mountain peak. On the summit was a vast estate. The estate walls were cracked and covered in azure vines, and the empty spiritual fields were overgrown with weeds.

Wang Xin's gaze swept over the scene, his eyes gleaming, and he descended towards the ground. He landed in a dilapidated courtyard spanning a hundred mu. The wall on the left had collapsed. In the center of the courtyard stood a thick, long azure stone pillar, around which an azure gourd vine was entwined, from which seven gourds of different colors hung, shimmering with spiritual light.