The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 900 - Chapter 900 Chapter 900 Tracing Back to the Source

Chapter 900: Chapter 900 Tracing Back to the Source Chapter 900: Chapter 900 Tracing Back to the Source From this, it is clear that the Earth Fire Holy Flame is indeed a rare treasure, with power and effects far beyond what the Five Elements Special Ability can match.

Even just considering resurrection, it has already surpassed the majority of magical artifacts on the market.

Perhaps such matters seem too mysterious for foreigners, but Greg Jensen, who grew up in Dragonia, believes in them without a doubt.

He knows that many methods can indeed store a person’s spirit and soul independently of the physical body, achieving miraculous uses such as seizing a new body or being reborn.

It just had not occurred to him that naturally formed Earth Fire could achieve the same effect.

Thus, it is hard to imagine what the God of Ice, corresponding to the God of Fire, could be, and what other wonderful uses it might have?

He probably won’t fully understand until he finds it himself someday.

As for the Disaster God… he hadn’t even considered it. From what he had learned, the three deities of the great plains of Shadow Province are entities that can be encountered but not sought. Finding the God of Ice would already be a stroke of luck.

“Minister Melinda Melrose, then can you deduce the location of the God of Ice? If I go now, is there a chance for me to acquire it?”

“Of course, if others were to search for the God of Ice, even if they found it, they might not gain its approval! But you are different, you are like the Saint in the prophecy, the chosen one!”

As Melinda Melrose spoke, she pulled out an ancient sheepskin scroll from a pile of old books and handed it to Greg Jensen:

“This is a map, detailing the locations of the three deities’ altars. The abode of the God of Fire is currently the residence of the Beast King, and you… should avoid it at all costs until you have obtained the God of Ice!”

“Hmm, thank you!”

Greg nodded without a hint of longing nostalgia, stood up with a smile, and said, “Then I shall not disturb the Minister any longer!”

After bidding each other farewell, he left Minister Melinda Melrose’s subterranean tribe in the company of Sheryl Barker.

Climbing out of the tree hole, the dark environment suddenly became bright. Sheryl, excited, said:

“Sir, take a look at the map, I want to join you in the search for the God of Ice!”

“You’re going too? That doesn’t seem right.”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help but give her a look, thinking to himself that if this girl had some skills, it would be one thing, but the key issue was she knew nothing, becoming a burden if she followed him.

Owning to fend off attacks from ferocious beasts while taking care of her was just asking for trouble.

However, Sheryl, noticing the disdain in his eyes, immediately understood his thoughts and puffed up her chest, saying:

“Don’t underestimate me! The terrain, environment, and routes of Shadow Province are all extremely complex. Without me, if you went alone, it would really be a waste of time and effort!”

“Alright, alright! You can come, but you must promise to listen to me along the way. Don’t run around aimlessly, because if something happens, I might not be able to take care of you, and then you’ll have to pray for your Pharaoh to protect you!”

Giving it thought, Greg Jensen realized he indeed lacked knowledge of the local environment and that having a local with him would be faster than figuring it out alone.

So without further discussion, he unfurled the sheepskin scroll map in front of Sheryl.

On it, black lines crisscrossed in all directions, without any textual labels or distinctive symbols, a completely irregular and complex network of routes.

“This…”

How am I supposed to find anything with this?

It’s like reading a book with no words!

Greg handed the sheepskin scroll to Sheryl, “Take a look, do you understand it?”

Sheryl leaned closer and quickly pointed to a location, “Look here, the lines form a small circle, representing our current location! And look here, where the lines pause, each pause represents five kilometers.”

“It works like that??”

It’s like using a window screen to wipe my butt, I’ve missed just about everything!

Greg Jensen muttered to himself as he used the method she suggested and looked again, indeed discovering that was the case.

It seemed these tribes had deliberately included many secret techniques to hide the information in the map.

“Not only that, the entire map’s orientation is the opposite of what you outsiders normally understand. This is the north, and this is the south!”

Sheryl Barker pointed out the upper and lower directions and patiently explained them again.

Greg Jensen then realized that the internationally accepted north-up, south-down, west-left, east-right orientation was completely reversed in their tribe.

He couldn’t help asking, “Then what if someone got this map and searched according to the normal orientation?”

“Then they’d be out of luck! If they search using the normal orientation, they’ll definitely fall into a deadly trap!”

As Sheryl Barker explained, when they designed the map of the hidden treasure, they would invert the directions; many would even design traps or simply lead people towards deadly places.

The purpose of this was to prevent the map from falling into the hands of outsiders. In the past, many foreigners who snatched maps from them met with a terrible fate.

“Alright, then you lead the way! I’ll leave the map in your hands!”

The map was giving Greg Jensen a headache, so he simply handed it over to Sheryl Barker.

Afterward, the two rode on the Blood Charm War Wolf in search of the location of the God of Ice altar.

…

Half an hour later, they crossed the plains and came in front of a pile of ruins.

There were many stone pillars of varying sizes, most of which were broken and collapsed.

Mysterious runes were carved on them, some even wrapped with silver serpents.

In the center was a round altar, with many eerie white bones piled beside it.

Clearly, many years ago, this had been a sacrificial altar where rituals had been conducted.

But for some reason, it was abandoned for a long time and had even been subjected to brutal devastation.

“Sheryl Barker, are you sure we’re at the right place? I feel like it’s very ordinary here!”

Greg Jensen turned his head and asked quizzically.

What he didn’t say was, since it was the altar of the God of Ice, why wasn’t there a trace of Spiritual Energy left?

It looked no different from an ordinary pile of ruins.

“It’s impossible for me to be wrong, and if there is a mistake, it can only be that the position recorded on this sheepskin scroll is wrong!”

Sheryl Barker looked around and said, “What if I try calling upon the god? Maybe we can directly summon the God of Ice!”

“Give it up!” Greg Jensen gave her a glance and snorted, “You don’t actually believe that the so-called God of Ice is a real, ethereal deity, do you?”

Since the God of Fire is the Earth’s Core Holy Flame, then the God of Ice must also be some corresponding natural treasure.

Otherwise, how could the Beast King possibly have merged with the God of Fire?

“Let’s search around and see if there’s any hidden information or passages.”

Greg Jensen believed that since the map pointed here, there must be some clues waiting for him to discover.

Thinking this, the two separated and began closely examining each stone pillar around the ruins.

But after more than an hour of searching, they found nothing, and the place was just an abandoned ruin.

“Sir, maybe we should go back and ask Melinda Melrose, there’s clearly nothing here, I…”

“No, that’s not right!” But at that moment, Greg Jensen seemed to have thought of something, spoke excitedly, “Sheryl Barker, quick, spread out the map!”