Supplies, yes.
Exchanging corpses for cultivation resources, this was the first thought that came to Tang Song’s mind after looking at the engineer in the hibernation chamber.
It’s not his fault for being petty. There was nothing he could do about it. Tang Song was starving when he was in the world of Yama.
Class solidification is the biggest feeling Tang and Song had when they traveled through the world of Yama.
There are thousands of land veins in the world, but most of them have owners.
Some land veins that can produce high-quality evil spirits are even confined to certain ancestral temples and major sects as forbidden delicacies.
Those with better means draw restrictions, set up prohibitions, and circle the land to be king.
Pardon some monsters and demons and make them land gods and river gods!
Guard the earth veins and water veins for them!
Every ten years or so, the disciples of their sect would come regularly with talismans to remove the evil spirits, which could be described as a long-term process.
When encountering auspicious days such as the founder's birthday, they would selectively open the granaries to release grain, disperse some of the evil energy from the earth, select outer disciples, and accept those with good fortune as disciples.
Some of the Taoist sects passed down by great masters have no taboos and even use means to directly confine the mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles to their own sect's caves, calling them blessed lands.
As for the independent cultivators without any background, they can only pick up some unwanted leftovers.
In order to obtain resources for their practice, some independent practitioners had to go deep into the mountains and swamps, fight monsters, collect elixirs, and risk their lives in exchange for resources for their practice.
When Tang Song traveled through time, he was just a second-rate cultivator who had no decent means of killing. He could only do some things like collecting herbs and robbing tombs.
Tang Song almost lost his life at the hands of a baboon for a century-old Polygonatum sibiricum.
As for a monk mixing with tomb robbers, does it sound strange
But in the world of Jambu, tomb robbers, grave robbers, charity vendors, paper craftsmen, and executioners are often independent practitioners who live in seclusion in the city.
It’s not that they are masters.
Rather, these trades often hide some cultivation resources that the larger sects are unwilling to pick up.
Take the tomb-robbing business that was prevalent in the Tang and Song dynasties. The antiques and gold and silver in the tombs were secondary.
All the princes and nobles would choose a Feng Shui treasured site for burial after their death. The auspicious Feng Shui site they chose often has the effect of preserving the corpse.
Ordinary tomb robbers look for gold, silver, and jewelry, but these monks who mingle among them look for evil corpses, magical tools, and spiritual objects nourished by the earth's veins.
Two zombies that are nourished by the earth's energy and are still alive can be exchanged for three green aphid coins in the cultivation market.
The money condensed from incense can be used directly to refine magical instruments, or it can be used to barter for other things.
You should know that the price of an ordinary magic weapon with three prohibitions is only about twenty cents.
The true disciples of some big sects naturally look down on this little money, but for a casual cultivator, if they save up and work hard for more than ten years, they can exchange it for some evil spirit. If they try to condense the evil spirit, once they succeed by chance, the world will be different from then on.
As for why Tang Song felt that if the engineer's body was placed in the world of Yama, it would definitely sell for a high price.
It is not uncommon to see monsters and strange people of different species, and there are also countless monks who have lost their souls and gone astray, with only their bodies left.
However, when a soul dies naturally, the body still remains active. For some Jindan monks who are nearing the end of their life, an alien body that has been preserved for a thousand years is priceless.
There is no need to reincarnate and cultivate again, nor to go through the mystery of the womb. As long as the golden elixir is transferred into this body and transformed with magic power, one can live another life.
A perfect body like the Engineer's could be exchanged for a perfect magical weapon in the market.
If it were in the world of Jambu, Boss Tang might not be able to collect enough money to make a perfect magic weapon even if he dug hundreds of tombs of kings and princes.
This is the case when there are no major renovations in the tombs of kings and princes.
The reason why Tang Song later decided to be ordinary and become a mortal rich man was because they had set their sights on the tomb of an ancient monarch.
But no one expected that the unfortunate king was targeted during his lifetime.
He used a magic trick to ruin the fortune of a country and made this guy a king who lost his country.
He was cursed by millions of people and buried in the White Tiger Burial Ground after his death. After three hundred years, this guy had become an incorruptible body.
It took three hundred years of planning just to refine an incorruptible body. And it looked like this was just a random move by some old monster, who might have even forgotten about it himself.
There were seven people in Tang Song's group. The one with the highest cultivation was almost at the level of Condensation. However, except Tang Song, all of them died in the tomb.
The reason why Tang Song escaped by chance was that the restrictions set in the tomb were more like curses, and Tang Song's fate was deviated due to the time travel, so he escaped.
Tang Song’s experience in the world of Yama has always made him feel depressed, which is different from his time on Earth.
In the ordinary world, no matter you are an emperor, a general, or a high-ranking tycoon or president, no matter how powerful you are during your lifetime, you will be nothing but a pile of dust after your death.
No one can stand at the top of the pyramid forever. The upper and lower classes may be strict, but ordinary people can see a glimmer of hope.
But in the world of Jambu, a cultivator who attains enlightenment can achieve immortality, and a patriarch with great supernatural powers is enough to ensure the eternal existence of the Taoist tradition.
Even the gods of mountains and rivers, the emperors of cities and the land were granted by them, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net.
This is also the reason why Tang Song has been practicing so hard and accumulating resources like a hamster.
If this world also has a canopy covering the sky, and a god who is forever perched on the top of the pyramid, it can only be him!
Well, as for overthrowing, Boss Tang didn’t have that idea. If there was always someone on top, why not him!
… …
Tang Song looked at the engineer in the hibernation chamber, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. The present time was different from the past.
At this moment, the resources he can mobilize in this world are hundreds or thousands of times that of the Jambu world.
Take the thirty-six protective armored corpses he refined for example. Even if they were placed in the Yama world, below the Refining Gang realm, he could walk sideways in the cultivation world with the thirty-six protective silver armored corpses.
Kaka!
Charles Weiland drove the exoskeleton mecha, walked to Tang Song's side, and leaned over to look at the engineer lying in the hibernation chamber.
The pale skin and the face that looked exactly like a human made Charles Weiland feel strange yet familiar.
He had explored many ruins and knew a lot about the engineer race, but this was the first time he had seen a "living" engineer.
"It's so beautiful! Tang, does it look like the Titan in Greek mythology?"
Charles Weiland admired the size of the white giant and turned his head to exclaim at Tang Song.
Titan? Him
There was a gleam in Tang Song's eyes, and a hint of disapproval in the depths of his eyes.
Apart from the material value, he really didn't see any beauty in this white giant.
The engineers may have made great achievements in the field of biotechnology, and have bred the aliens, the ultimate hunters that can adapt to various extreme environments and absorb the genes of various organisms.
But judging from the level of vitality of this living dead, it would be an exaggeration to call it a Titan.
Not counting the bonuses of technology and spacecraft, there are many extraordinary people on Earth who are stronger than it.
This is not an ordinary world. Since Asgard exists, the Olympian pantheon may also exist.
The legendary Titans are at least as powerful as Thor, the god of thunder.
Judging from the energy and blood of this engineer in front of him, not counting the equipment and the spaceship, he is at most a B-level transcendent.
The so-called B-level, this rating list of people with extraordinary abilities is made by S.H.I.E.L.D.
As an official organization that walks the line between ordinary society and the extraordinary.
According to the threat level, SHIELD divides those with extraordinary abilities into the following levels:
D-level transcendents have not yet broken away from the mortal body, and their destructive power is limited, as well as their defense against guns and artillery.
Under the threat of light weapons fire, they could face death at any time.
All you need to do is send out a fully armed special forces team with complete firepower and make plans in advance to suppress or even capture the D-class extraordinary people.
C-class has already possessed a certain level of threatening supernatural power, and can, to a certain extent, dodge the firepower threat of lightweight infantry weapons.
It takes the concerted efforts of several special operations teams, equipped with targeted weapons, to capture it.
As for the B-level extraordinary people, they can easily climb rooftops and walls, break monuments and rocks with a wave of their hands and feet, and can penetrate the armor of fourth-generation tanks head-on. Except for artillery shells, they can easily avoid or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets.
The last A-level extraordinary person is no longer someone that can be countered by conventional force.
Just a little effort can destroy landmark buildings such as tall buildings, giant statues, and bridges.
Even the large-caliber machine gun ammunition chains can be ignored. Apart from ballistic missiles, the state apparatus cannot come up with many means of checks and balances.
This classification system for extraordinary people is not only circulated within S.H.I.E.L.D., but also in other national organizations. These numerical levels are divided according to the degree of danger.
Just like Tang Song's partner, gold supplier, and Magneto of the Brotherhood of Mutants, he has always been on the Class A threat list of various countries and has been at the top of the list for many years.
As for those above level A, so far, there is only one known person, and unfortunately, he has the same name as Charles Weiland.
But compared to him, Professor Charles' reputation is more famous among the top leaders of various countries.
After all, between a billionaire and a powerful person who can turn the world upside down, which one is more important? Just think about it.
Although I think Charles Wieland is too obsessed with engineers,
However, Tang Song understood his feelings to some extent. He had spent decades searching for something and now he had finally found it. Even if it was just a sow, it would probably look pretty in Charles Wayland's eyes.
"Titan? Mr. Weiland, I heard from Mr. West that the founder of the Holy Shield Brotherhood once fought side by side with the gods and jointly expelled the alien invaders!"
"If God exists, then Titans should also be real, right!?"
Tang Song's words made Charles Weiland slightly stunned, and then he shook his head:
"My research direction in the guild is not in the supernatural field. West and his team have studied more myths and legends. According to the records of the Brotherhood, gods did exist, but they were driven out of the earth like other demons, devils and some other messed-up beings!"
"I am not interested in supernatural powers like gods and demons. Compared to these myths and legends, I prefer to believe in the power of science, Tang."
"As long as we thoroughly study the technology on this spacecraft, the Earth will be dominated by Weyland Industries in the next few decades!"
Charles Weiland placed his hand on the hibernation chamber, his face beneath the mask flushed with excitement.
The cyborg David stood silently aside with a warm smile on his face, like a spectator, but his eyes were always wandering between Tang and Song, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When the two mentioned Titan, David looked through the porthole of the spacecraft, as if staring at something.
… …
There are two hibernation chambers, one large and one small. The engineer lies in the large one.
On the other side was a silver-gray hibernation chamber that looked no more than two meters long, with its egg-shaped door half open.
Jacob looked at David and the other two who were gathered in front of the large hibernation chamber, then he walked straight to the small hibernation chamber and looked inside.
There is also a milky white nutrient solution inside, which covers half of the hibernation chamber!
"That hibernation chamber is mine!"
Jacob was curious and wanted to reach in and touch the milky liquid inside.
David walked up and interrupted him, with a warm but slightly distant expression on his face.
Jacob withdrew his hand in a daze, looked at the "monster" in front of him who looked like a human, and complained:
"Do you still need to hibernate? I thought you were like those robots out there. You just need to turn off your computer!"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not a robot," David walked to the hibernation chamber and closed the door.
"My body functions far better than an average person, but the artificial cells and neurons in my body cannot withstand thousands of years,"
David stroked the wall of the hibernation chamber and said:
"I spend most of my time sleeping in this hibernation chamber, waking up once every hundred years!"
… …
Is this why the Pyramid Altar Hunt takes place every hundred years
Hearing the conversation between the two, Tang Song recalled the images carved on the reliefs in the pyramid, and felt a little dazed.
The so-called sacrificial time is not based on the astronomical system or the legal calendar, but simply the awakening time of a android.
David, the cyborg, wakes up once every hundred years and replaces the experimental alien queen.
According to the observations of ancient humans, monsters sent by God would appear in the pyramids every hundred years, and only by sacrificing living people could the disaster be avoided.
They recorded everything in the form of stone carvings and passed down stories orally to warn future generations.
Over thousands of years, a myth has been formed.
It’s true that height determines your knowledge!
Tang Song flicked his finger lightly on the wall of the hibernation chamber and watched the milky white liquid ripple in the chamber.
In the ants' worldview, the three-dimensional world is like the kingdom of gods.
A casual action by humans can bring disaster to ants and make them change their cognitive habits.
In the eyes of ancient humans, David, a cyborg who possessed technology that surpassed humans by thousands of years, was no less a god.
To put it another way, if humans live in three-dimensional space, then what do humans look like in the eyes of four-dimensional creatures.
The ants on the plane are still ignorant ancient ancestors.
Tang Song looked at the white giant in the hibernation chamber in a trance. He thought of those transcendent and powerful masters in the world of Jambu.
These powerful people have the ability to reopen the earth, fire, wind and water, but they are dedicated to transcendence.
Transcendence, could it be a kind of dimensional upgrading
Tang Song's thoughts directly stimulated the imprint of the true spirit deep in his soul, and some new knowledge appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Even the root consciousness of the Jambu world cannot carry too much information about this transcendent existence.
Some are even just a wisp of consciousness, a ray of light.
The true spirit of Tang and Song was like a piece of carbon paper, rolling across the roots of the world of Jambu, leaving behind a few words.
Although some information was imprinted on him, it was beyond his comprehension.
… … …
"The hibernation chamber is a must-have for every spacecraft in interstellar travel," David explained to the others after closing the hibernation chamber.
"The universe is so huge that even if we master space jump technology, some interstellar travels still take more than ten years or even decades. The hibernation chamber is the only way to deal with the passage of time!"
"Otherwise, any intelligent life form would suffer an emotional breakdown if they stayed on a spaceship for decades. Some life forms, like humans, have a normal lifespan of no more than 120 years. If there is no hibernation chamber, then an interstellar voyage would waste half of their life!"
After leaving the hibernation chamber, David led the way, introducing the structure of the spacecraft as he walked.