Chapter 66,000 Points

Sixty-six thousand points.

Ten times more than Jiu Fu Realm.

An Qisheng wasn't surprised. Jiu Fu Realm could never have nurtured a monster like Zhu Shang. It was reasonable that it required more Daoli (Tao Power).

Dreaming in Jiu Fu Realm, he inherited tens of thousands of years of martial arts essence, and even carried forward the 3,000-year-old royal power sect, reaping immense gains.

Sixty-six thousand Daoli was just a drop in the bucket for him.

However, with incomplete world coordinates, who knew what great world he would dream of? How many times would he have to try before finding the great world where the zombie king resided?

"Can I consume Daoli to complete the world coordinates?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he inquired.

The Daoyitu (Tao One Diagram) was severely damaged and possessed no intelligence at all. It was even more rigid than the first generation of artificial intelligence. Besides its inherent abilities of dreaming, thousands of years in a dream, understanding oneself, and omniscience, he had to try its other potential abilities one by one.

"Consuming Daoli can calculate world coordinates."

As expected, the Daoyitu immediately responded to An Qisheng's inquiry.

"Consuming one hundred Daoli points can calculate the world coordinates contained in the spiritual imprint within a hundred years (Xuanxing time)."

"Consuming ten thousand Daoli points can do so within one year..."

"Consuming one hundred thousand Daoli points can do so within forty days..."

"Consuming one million Daoli points can deduce the complete world coordinates within four days..."

"..."

An Qisheng was speechless.

What seemed perplexing to him was nothing to the Daoyitu. As long as there was enough Daoli, it seemed it could obtain the complete world coordinates in less than a millisecond.

"In that case, there's a lot of room for maneuver."

After pondering, An Qisheng chose to use one hundred thousand Daoli to calculate the world coordinates.

Although he still had 1.2 million Daoli, it was accumulated from the efforts of countless people over tens of thousands of years in a world.

How could he waste it so easily?

After all, the talisman would disappear in about forty days. Wasting was wrong.

Forty days was nothing. He could wait.

After all, although his path did not depend on the Daoyitu, and he had mastered its abilities of dreaming, insight, and omniscience, he was still far from being able to independently dream in the great thousand worlds and roam the realms.

Daoli was always good to have in reserve.

Hu!

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. In the distance, a helicopter was approaching, beating against the air currents.

The Special Affairs Bureau hadn't been idle for more than a month.

While internally discussing various countermeasures for destruction, people came every few days.

Da da da~

The helicopter slowly landed in the distance.

A group of people got off the helicopter.

An Qisheng glanced at them. This time, it wasn't just the special operations team, but also a few ordinary people with relaxed muscles and bones who had clearly not practiced martial arts.

An old man with glasses and a short beard, a beautiful young woman, and a middle-aged man with glasses.

Each of them carried instruments and walked towards this place under the escort of the special operations team.

Leading the group was Qiu Niu, a disciple of Xue Zheng, Jing Xiaolou's senior brother, and a master who had already embraced Dan (Inner Core).

"Mr. An!"

As they got closer, Qiu Niu and the special operations team members saluted in unison.

"I once received guidance from Grandmaster Xue. You are Grandmaster Xue's disciple, so you don't need to be so polite."

An Qisheng stood up and returned the salute.

The cold wind howled in the snowy mountains, but he was only wearing a single layer of clothing.

Qiu Niu and the others were used to it, but the old man and the others were quite surprised.

This snowy mountain wasn't too high, but the temperature was still below ten degrees Celsius. He was only wearing a single layer of clothing, not even setting up a tent, and had been sitting here for more than a month?

The young woman watched, shocked.

Was this still a human?

"My teacher says that those who have attained enlightenment are our teachers, and etiquette cannot be abandoned."

Qiu Niu smiled wryly, pointed to the three people behind him, and introduced them: "This is Dr. Yang Guanglin, and these two are his students, Geng Yingying and Su Xiuwei. This time, they are here with us to study the golden coffin..."

"Hello, Mr. An!"

Yang Guanglin was about fifty or sixty years old, with a thin face and bright eyes. He took the initiative to step forward, put down the instrument box, and shook hands with An Qisheng.

"Hello, Dr. Yang."

An Qisheng shook his hand.

He had heard of Yang Guanglin. He was a top domestic scholar, presiding over many research projects, and a national treasure. When he was in Xuanjing before, he collected the spiritual imprints of the top talents, including Yang Guanglin's disciples.

"I've long heard of Mr. An's great name. Seeing you today is truly extraordinary."

Yang Guanglin sighed slightly.

He knew about the martial arts world and had personally seen many grandmasters within the government. Although the young man in front of him seemed unremarkable, he could defeat Mu Longcheng, the number one person in the martial arts world, so he wouldn't be a simple person.

Naturally, he was very polite.

"I'm just a martial artist, not comparable to Dr. Yang."

An Qisheng released his hand.

In the three hundred years of Xuanxing, martial arts had made great strides with the integration of technology. The country was keen on martial arts, but even if the art of fist sees the gods, it was not as important to the country as scientific researchers.

This could be seen from Wang Zhixuan's unique status and the fact that Qiu Niu, a Dan-level special operations team leader, had to come to escort Yang Guanglin.

Martial arts can strengthen the body, but technology can strengthen the country and the military, which is a different meaning.

"Mr. An is too modest. A person like you, placed in ancient times, would be a terrestrial immortal, a national preceptor, a great figure that even the emperor would want to meet."

Yang Guanglin said with a smile.

After a few words of conversation and mutual courtesy, the topic turned to the golden coffin.

"Two years ago, after the video from the Golden Eagle Country was leaked, I began to study these 'outsiders'."

Yang Guanglin rubbed his cold hands and looked at the golden coffin, his tone tinged with emotion:

"The universe is vast and boundless, and Xuanxing is just a speck of dust. The search for aliens has never stopped, but it's still a bit unbelievable to actually see them..."

"Does Dr. Yang have any gains?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he asked.

"By studying the corpses of those dead outsiders, we found that their structure is actually very similar to ours. This is actually unreasonable. The birth of human beings has many contingencies. Any slight change will lead to different results. In the vast universe, even if there is a second Xuanxing, it is unrealistic to give birth to creatures with the same structure as us."

Yang Guanglin picked up the instrument box and walked towards the golden coffin:

"Without more examples, we cannot explore the truth behind it. However, their ability to come to Xuanxing should be the operation of space. Whether that's the case or not, there are no results for the time being..."

Any scientific research project doesn't yield results in a short period of time.

An Qisheng wasn't surprised, but as he watched the few people approach the golden coffin, he warned:

"Although this golden coffin is not dangerous, it's best not to touch the talismans on it, otherwise, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Mr. An, don't worry."

Geng Yingying put down the instrument box, rubbed her hands, and replied, "Captain Qinglong has already given similar instructions. We won't mess around."

"If that's the case, that's best."

An Qisheng ignored the three people who were circling the golden coffin and walked a few steps forward to Qiu Niu, who was directing several subordinates to set up a tent.

As protectors, they naturally had to stay.

After all, with just three clumsy scientific researchers, they wouldn't be able to survive in this blizzard without someone's help.

"Mr. An, the Bigu Dan (Pill of Abstinence from Grain) you wanted is in the plane. I'll go get it for you later?"

Qiu Niu smiled slightly when he saw An Qisheng approaching:

"I'll be staying here these days, and I'll have to ask you for guidance."

"Guidance is naturally no problem, but I have to leave for a few days. I'll have to ask you to notify Qinglong."

An Qisheng smiled and said.

The golden coffin was here, and ordinary people had no ability to move it. With the Special Affairs Bureau guarding it, ordinary people couldn't get close. His world coordinates had already shown signs of success, so there was no need to stay in the snowy mountains.

"You're leaving?"

Qiu Niu glanced at the three people who were constantly measuring around the golden coffin and said in a low voice, "Is it because the three doctors are disturbing you?"

"That's not it."

An Qisheng waved his hand, looked to the west, his eyes deep:

"After sitting still for more than a month, it's time to move around..."

Mu Longcheng's death wasn't truly uneventful. Even if the people of the Longcheng Group hadn't come yet for the sake of the stock price and power, it didn't mean that no one cared about Mu Longcheng's death.

Naturally, he wouldn't wait for them to come to his door.

"You're going to..."

Qiu Niu's eyelids twitched, guessing what An Qisheng wanted to do.

Inwardly, he clicked his tongue.

Was he going to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots?

"These few days, I'll leave this place to you."

An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:

"The talisman cannot be moved. Once it's moved, the consequences will be even more serious than what happened before..."

Having been played by him for more than a month, he didn't need to think to know how furious the zombie king was at this time.

Once he breaks the seal...

Qiu Niu's heart tightened, and he nodded with a solemn expression:

"I understand."

"If that's the case, that's good."

An Qisheng didn't say much. He strode forward with the wind and arrived in front of the helicopter in a few steps.

With a casual grab, he picked up the wooden box containing the Bigu Dan and drifted away.

It seemed to be only a blink of an eye before he disappeared into the snow.

.......

Paris, France, a world-renowned iron tower, on the third floor, above the huge viewing platform.

At this time, a gathering was being held.

On both sides of the large table, there were more than twenty people sitting.

Among these twenty people, there were old and young, men and women, people of various skin colors, some strong, some burly, some thin, some petite, and they were all dressed differently.

The only thing they had in common was that each of these people had a calm aura, bright eyes, and were like wolves and tigers. They were obviously all great masters who had mastered Kung Fu.

At this time, the huge viewing platform was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Dozens of people were sitting down, but there was no sound of conversation.

The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of fingers on the table.

Sitting at the end of the long table was a mixed-race youth with a well-proportioned figure, wearing casual clothes, and sporting a short haircut.

His name was Yan Changsha, one of the three leaders of the Qi Dao Hui (Beggar Tao Association).

He had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and deep eyes. With a playful smile on his face, he looked at a tall, blue-eyed white man at the other end of the long table:

"Porter, do you know what you're saying?"

Porter sat up straight and answered seriously:

"You will die..."