I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 421 - 274: Are There Really More People Underground Than Above Ground? (Part 2)

Chapter 421: Chapter 274: Are There Really More People Underground Than Above Ground? (Part 2)

Chen Yun had also perceived some undiscovered chambers and mechanisms, hidden deep within the tombs, perhaps designed to protect the tomb owners from grave robbers.

These tombs could be said to appear at every step.

The sheer number of them.

Indeed, deserving of the title of the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties.

Large and small tombs from various dynasties were embedded in different soil layers beneath his feet, making Chen Yun marvel at the bustling scene underground.

Emperor Qin and Emperor Han, Tang Zong and Song Zu.

Countless emperors resided here.

One could almost say there were more people below than above.

Others had not seen from Chen Yun’s perspective.

They might not understand what this feeling was like.

But Chen Yun, with his ability to see 700 meters underground through the Transparent World Perception, swore that the Xi’an jokes circulating online were true.

Xi’an, this millennia-old ancient capital, was not only the starting point of the Silk Road but also the location of the capitals of several dynasties in Chinese history.

On this land, the traces of history were deep and shallow, as if each shovel of soil might reveal a piece of buried past.

Just as it is said online, building subways in Xi’an was like undertaking an adventure across time and space, where each excavation might unexpectedly lift the veil on a piece of history.

Here lay Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum, renowned as the "Eighth Wonder of the World."

Its grand scale and exquisite workmanship still amazed people to this day.

Not far from there, the Eastern Qin Mausoleum quietly guarded the ancestors of Qin Shi Huang, including Qin Zhaoxiang King and several other monarchs of the Qin Dynasty, witnessing the Qin Dynasty’s glorious journey from rise to the unification of the six states.

Besides, there were the Ming Qin King’s Tomb, Qin Ershi’s Tomb, Empress Dowager Bao’s Mausoleum, Dou Empress’s Mausoleum, Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Heng’s Baling, and Emperor Wu of Han’s Mao Ling...

It was also true, as stated online, that during the construction of subways in Xi’an, construction teams often had to "make way" for archaeological teams.

Given the complex situation Chen Yun currently sensed underground in Xi’an, the subway might need to allow archaeological teams to come over every 200 meters.

Above ground was Xi’an.

Below ground was Chang’an!

This sensation of a thousand years of historical accumulation contrasting with the modern society above ground,

made Chen Yun find it quite intriguing.

This was perhaps the joy of traveling, being able to see such things from the past that he couldn’t see otherwise.

Chen Yun continued forward, each step as if trodden upon the river of time, traveling from ancient times to modern and then back from modern to ancient.

His senses were stunned by the dual facades of this city—one side, a bustling modern metropolis with skyscrapers soaring, bustling traffic, and shimmering neon; on the other, the long corridors of history buried underground, millennia of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Chen Yun looked up, as if he could hear the echoes of history, feeling the breaths and heartbeats of those who had once stopped here.

Standing for a long while.

Chen Yun was awakened by the barking of his silly dog Bai Jin.

Looking down at Bai Jin, who was puzzled by his prolonged stillness, Chen Yun smiled and stroked the dog’s head.

Then he let go of his reflections.

Full of anticipation, he walked into the city.

His steps were leisurely.

But his goal was clear, heading straight for a certain villa.

For now, he felt he would stay in Xi’an for a few days.

While in the wilderness, he could easily use the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed.

In the city, however, he preferred to find a place to stay.

Not for comfort.

Just not to be homeless.

While looking for accommodation, there could be issues due to the need for identity card registration exposing his arrival here without any travel record.

But the villa Chen Yun stayed in was different.

It was provided by Xianghe Real Estate Group, who had many investments and constructed many properties in major cities across the country.

Staying in a property under the name of his "junior" meant he didn’t have to worry about miscellaneous things and naturally did not need to register his identity.

Originally, he had accepted Xianghe Real Estate as his "junior" for the sake of convenience, and now it was proving its usefulness,

Moreover, the location here was quite good.

After placing his backpack down, Chen Yun let Bai Jin run around the house joyfully.

As for himself, he walked to the window and looked out with a satisfied expression.

Not far through the window, he could see Xi’an North Station.

Although it was more than ten kilometers from the center of Xi’an City, it was essentially in a bustling area of Weiyang District in Xi’an.

Just standing here,

Chen Yun could even see through the window a group of people gathered at the entrance of Xi’an North Station talking about something.

After all, lip-reading wasn’t something he couldn’t do.

It didn’t require someone to teach him.

Relying on his brain, he could understand lip-reading just by watching people talk a few sentences.

Even with the differences in lip-reading caused by dialect pronunciation, Chen Yun had basically learned the local dialect from the Xi’an people around him on the way to the villa, and incidentally, also learned lip-reading.

This was his terrifying learning ability.

As he stood watching people chat about family affairs, Chen Yun suddenly realized that he was in front of Xi’an North Station.

The end station of the Xi Cheng High-speed Railway he had encountered on his arrival seemed to be here as well.

It reminded him of an interesting pricing method he saw online before coming to Xi’an, the first thing he learned about Xi’an.

That was the second-class fare of the Xi Cheng High-speed Railway set at a fixed amount—263 yuan.

This price seemed to have a special significance, corresponding to the year 263 AD, when Shu Han perished, becoming a cultural and historical commemoration.

Such a pricing method was unique in the Hua Country high-speed rail system, as other routes usually adjusted their pricing based on time and market factors.

And this could be said to be a romance unique to the people of Hua Country.

After so many years.

People still seemed to hope that Shu Han could win.

It’s just a pity that the former Prime Minister couldn’t overcome the barrier of the Qinling Mountains to reach Xi’an and realize their dream of restoring the Han dynasty in the old capital.

But...

It seemed Chen Yun had succeeded?

Chen Yun squinted his eyes and suddenly realized this.

Come to think of it, his own journey could also be considered from Shucheng to Xi’an.

It could be said to perfectly replicate the route of the Northern Expedition.

The Qinling Mountains that Zhuge Liang failed to cross during the Northern Expedition, he had crossed with ease.

Though he didn’t take the same route as the Prime Minister.

But the path he took over the Qinling Mountains could only be said to be even more difficult.

It could even be said that it wasn’t meant for humans at all.

After all, he would frequently make leaps over a hundred meters, and in just a few climbs, he could walk on ninety-degree cliffs as if it were flat ground.

If the soldiers under Zhuge Liang back then had been so fierce,

Forget attacking Cao Wei in the North,

They could have even attacked into Siberia, passed through the North Pole to Antarctica, encircling the Earth to strike into the Southern Barbarians.

Directly preempting Magellan by over 1300 years in circling the globe and even with the more challenging feat of crossing both the North Pole and Antarctica.

And thinking of it this way, back then, Meng Huo in the south was probably sneak-attacked by Zhuge Liang’s Northern Expeditionary army.

Thinking about it,

Chen Yun couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Naturally, the Northern Expeditionary army wouldn’t have gone to Antarctica or Siberia.

These were, of course, just jokes.

The real history actually was that during the wars against Wei, even though there were some gains, they did not achieve the goal of "Restoring Han and returning to the old capital."

In the final Northern Expedition, Zhuge Liang himself also died of illness on the front lines at Wuzhang Plain.

Chen Yun suddenly making such a rant and feeling nostalgic, only to realize that he had actually surpassed that legendary figure, revered by countless people of his motherland.

Putting wisdom aside,

In terms of martial power, he absolutely exceeded.

And furthermore,

In the future, he had the potential to become a mythical figure in the true sense described in history!

It could even be said that it wasn’t just potential anymore.

Now, if he just showed a bit of his power, he could become a true national figure, known as the God of Mankind in the history books.

Basically, he could do whatever he wanted.

He would be elevated to a strategic deterrent level equivalent to nuclear weapons.

After all, if he went mad chasing down his targets, there wasn’t a single leader in the world who could withstand his assault.

However...

Chen Yun’s aspirations were not there.

At least, not currently.

For now, what he really wanted to do was to have a good time in this vast Xi’an.

This city, brimming with historical charm, was still quite attractive to him.