System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

After Zhang Hao and his group rescued the villagers, their attitude changed, and everyone treated Zhang Hao and his three companions as honored guests.

Zhang Hao didn't say much, but directly said to the village chief, "If you really want to thank us, then tell us about the entrance to the holy land. There is something there that is very important to us."

The village chief looked rather helpless and said to Zhang Hao, "Let's discuss the specifics at my house."

Zhang Hao nodded, and he, Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, and Zhang Qilin followed the village chief to his house.

Under the dim light of an oil lamp in the village chief's house, Zhang Hao sat in a circle with several elders, the air filled with the smell of tobacco and the passage of time.

The village chief gently stroked a seemingly ordinary stone slab with his wrinkled hands, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

"We have guarded this secret for generations, but no one has ever truly found the entrance to the holy land."

All that our ancestors left us was this method of listening to thunder. It says that thunder will guide us, but no one can explain exactly how.

The village chief's words contained both helplessness and expectation, as if he were conveying a sense of responsibility and mission to these outsiders.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao knew that the village chief was telling the truth. Although he felt quite helpless, this was reality, and he could only try his best to find the entrance to the holy land.

So he stood up, bowed deeply to the village chief, and expressed his understanding and gratitude for the sincerity.

In the days that followed, Zhang Hao and the others settled down in the village.

They worked from sunrise to sunset, traversing every corner of the village, asking every elderly person who might know a clue, and reading through all the ancient books and documents they could find in the village.

At the same time, they did not forget to use modern technology, such as satellite maps and geological exploration instruments, in an attempt to find clues about the entrance to the holy site from a scientific perspective.

However, all efforts seemed to have been in vain, with no progress whatsoever.

Until that day, they accidentally walked into that ancient and solemn temple.

Inside the temple, the light was dim, and the air was filled with an indescribable solemnity and holiness.

Zhang Hao's gaze swept around, and suddenly, an unusual reflection caught his attention—it was an English mark carved on the stone wall, strikingly similar to the mark they had seen in the Cloud Palace River.

Zhang Hao's heart raced; he realized this was no coincidence.

He quickly called his companions over, and the group gathered around the mark, studying it carefully.

Zhang Qilin stared at the mark, his brows furrowed. After a moment, a look of sudden realization flashed in his eyes.

"This...this is some kind of guidance!"

He whispered to himself, then got up and rushed straight to a well in the center of the temple courtyard.

"and many more!"

Zhang Hao hurriedly followed, only to see Zhang Qilin jump into the well without hesitation.

Without thinking twice, he jumped down as well.

Inside the well, the light suddenly dimmed, but a breath of fresh air rushed in, instantly invigorating the spirit.

As they descended, they gradually adapted to the environment inside the well, only to find a vast underground world below, with a gently flowing underground river coming into view.

As they walked along the river, they discovered a wall covered with murals.

These murals are colorful and have smooth lines, vividly depicting scenes of ancient people worshipping, hunting, living, and communicating with gods.

"Tianzhen, come over here and see if there are any clues in the murals!"

"Okay, Uncle."

Wu Tianzhen responded and went to the murals. He carefully studied them, trying to find clues about the entrance to the holy land.

After much effort, he finally discovered crucial information in a mural depicting the descent of the gods—in one corner of the mural, a complex set of symbols was drawn in a very subtle way, which seemed to match some kind of code system they had seen elsewhere.