I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 431 - 278 A Different View Experience2

However, despite the increasingly gloomy sky,

the rain was slow to arrive.

It was like a mischievous child playing hide-and-seek in the clouds, making people wonder when it would truly fall.

Perhaps in the silence of late night, or at the break of dawn.

But all of this was irrelevant to Chen Yun.

Whether it was the overcast sky threatening rain or the downpour that had begun to fall, neither could affect Chen Yun’s original plans.

Having alighted from his vehicle, he walked leisurely.

He looked forward to what he would see and learn near the Terracotta Army.

As a Superhuman with Transparent World Perception that covered a radius of seven hundred ters, nothing buried seven hundred ters underground could escape his detection.

Not only had he seen nurous underground relics before coming to Xi’an,

but after arriving in this expansive city, he occasionally spotted interesting buried relics.

Therefore,

even before reaching the open exhibit of the Terracotta Army, he had already glimpsed a part of the terracotta formations deeply buried underground on his way there.

Chen Yun’s steps were light and determined as he made his way along the path leading to the Terracotta Army Museum.

His perception was like an invisible net, catching the secrets beneath every inch of soil around him.

As he drew nearer to the miracle that captivated the world, those soldiers and horses that had slept for a thousand years seed to awaken within his perception, conversing with him in a manner beyond words.

Chen Yun’s special Perception Ability allowed him to see through the surface and view the true state of the Terracotta Army that had yet to be touched by modern man—those figures underground still retained their original colors.

In the dim underground environnt, the colors on the terracotta figures remained as vivid and eye-catching as if they had just been completed, contrasting sharply with the figures that had oxidized and lost their color after excavation.

In his perception, he could see so soldiers wearing colorful garnts of red, green, blue, with helts of black or red, their facial expressions vivid, and even the sparkle in their eyes was visible.

The horse figures had black, brown, or white fur, their manes and tails intricately depicted, as if ready to leap and gallop away at any mont.

Chen Yun continued forward, his perception like a beam of light illuminating the hidden treasures of the underground world. He could "see" those pits yet undiscovered, lined with hundreds and thousands of colorful figures waiting for future archaeologists to unveil their mystique.

The sensation was truly unprecedented.

Only he could feel so vividly and directly the multicolored Terracotta Army, quietly hidden underground,

as if waiting for the call of Emperor Shi.

That kind of impact is hard to elaborate upon in detail.

Ordinary people are already sufficiently astounded by the Terracotta Army excavated and displayed in the pits,

never experiencing the perspective that Chen Yun had.

His was a true, holistic view of the entire Terracotta Army formation.

However, upon entering the museum, Chen Yun was still deeply moved by the sight before him.

Even though he had foreseen part of the scene through his special ability, and what he saw was the complete, colored Terracotta Army underground,

the spectacle of these grand figures arrayed neatly before him still evoked a profound sense of awe from within.

The data from his spiritual power perception was too cold.

Sotis, Chen Yun felt that a direct visual impact was much more staggering.

Each figure had its unique facial features, from the details of the armor to the style of the weapons,

all displaying the exquisite craftsmanship of the Qin Dynasty artisans and their precise depiction of real individuals.

He slowly walked past each exhibit, every corner filled with the profound sense of history.

Here, ti seed to stand still,

allowing every visitor to feel the splendor of the Qin Empire from days past.

Chen Yun occasionally stopped, closely observing each figure’s expression, attempting to decode more secrets about that era.

It was just unfortunate that the majority of his extra-dinsional sense of sll was sealed, and now he could only trace the scent of an object back one year.

Otherwise...

Perhaps with his extra-dinsional sense of sll, he could trace back more than two thousand years,

indirectly experience from an olfactory perspective,

the firsthand experiences of the craftsn who created these Terracotta Army figures.

Chen Yun’s gaze lingered on every exhibit,

as if he could traverse ti and resonate with the souls of the ancient artisans.

He could imagine,

in a distant past, a team of highly skilled craftsn, sweating profusely as they carved and molded these eternal guardians on the Loess Plateau.

With delicate techniques, they endowed each figure with a unique face and posture; every cut, every stroke was imbued with aspirations for the future and loyalty to the departed King.

The air was filled with the fragrant sll of moist earth and the distinctive smoky scent of firing pottery, and also with the scent of sweat intermingled with effort.

Chen Yun closed his eyes, trying to use what remained of his "extra-dinsional sense of sll" to perceive.

To capture that scent which spanned over a thousand years.

Despite his ability being limited, he could still vaguely sense an ancient and profound charm.

It was the imprint left by the passage of ti.

It was also the whisper of history.

He imagined the craftsn’s laughter during their breaks, their pursuit of the perfect work, and their awe of the unknown world.

In that era, without the aid of modern technology, everything depended solely on their hands and wisdom.

They created astounding artistic wonders that displayed the confidence and prosperity of a mighty empire to future generations.

Reflecting on this,

Chen Yun showed a smile as he continued forward.

The profound richness of history was always so compelling.

It was like an endless treasure, buried with the dazzling light of past civilizations and the crystallization of human intelligence.

Each brick and tile, each ancient scroll, each portrait, was a precious mory precipitated in the river of ti, quietly telling of bygone stories, waiting for soone attentive to listen, to interpret.

When we flip through the yellowed pages of history books, those ancient words seem to pulsate, leading us through the tunnels of ti and space, to experience firsthand the splendor and vicissitudes.

The dignity of the pharaohs beneath the Egyptian pyramids, the bravery of gladiators in the Roman Arena, the magnificence of endless beacon fires on the Chinese Great Wall, and the loyalty of knights in the castles of dieval Europe...

These historical fragnts appeared before one’s eyes like exquisite paintings, causing wonder at the breadth and depth of human civilization.

To carefully appreciate history was also one of the rare pleasures for Chen Yun.

After all, it could be foreseen

that Chen Yun would most likely live as long as heaven and earth.

Or to not be so exaggerated, at least he could sit and observe the rise and fall of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years of history.

By that ti,

history would be the images flowing before his eyes and the mories that had faded away.

It would be the only thing he could amuse himself with.

Because Chen Yun understood that by then, he would probably have beco the God of Mankind, and it might be hard to be invigorated by simple things.

What could draw his interest

could only be the profound history brought by ti itself, which could be regarded as stories to be observed.

All people cannot escape ti.

And perhaps he, who might escape ti, would later sit outside the river of ti, quietly casting his gaze upon the tumultuous waters.

With these thoughts,

Chen Yun chuckled softly and shook his head.

At that mont, a peal of thunder exploded.

It snapped Chen Yun back to reality, and he instinctively looked over.

Outside the museum, the sky had grown even darker, with the occasional small drops of rain beginning to fall.

Clearly, the rain that had been brewing all afternoon was about to fall.

Energy was accumulating between the clouds.

Having finished his sightseeing, Chen Yun didn’t give it another thought.

Putting his complex musings aside, he quietly took steps to return.

Today’s sightseeing,

might as well stop here.

It was not that the rain would stop him from continuing to visit other sites as planned,

but rather that Chen Yun suddenly realized.

He could faintly sense a certain familiar strength from these clouds, about to pour down a torrential rain.

It was as if it were no different from his Thunder Ability.

Clearly, there would be thunder soon.

It was foreseeable that tonight would bring a heavy thunderstorm.

At this mont, Chen Yun could also faintly feel as if his Thunder Ability was resonating with the thunder in the heavens, as if there was a kind of attraction between the two.

This made him imdiately decide to decisively cut his trip short.