Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 579 - 578: Xia Dynasty? It Doesn't Exist, Right?

The Beijing Expo Center was arguably one of the top exhibition venues in Beijing. Securing it for an ancient relics exhibition was no easy feat for Xia Ming. Of course, the strong support from museums across the country had also been indispensable. After all, most museums had official backing, which made hosting events at the Beijing Expo Center considerably easier.

The theme of this expo was "Echoes of the Ancients."

The main exhibits were cultural relics from China's ancient Pre-Qin era, predominantly from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. There were also some from the Yin Shang period, but the main attraction was an artifact from the Xia Dynasty.

Many people had come to this ancient relics exhibition for one reason: to witness the Xia Dynasty artifacts firsthand.

Qin Heng's purpose was more or less the same.

The Earth of this world was vastly different from the Earth of his previous life, especially concerning events of the Ancient Era. Perhaps clues could be found within these ancient relics.

"Qin Heng, what do you think about these relics?" Xia Shuang, following beside Qin Heng, asked excitedly. "It's said that many exhibits here are treasured artifacts from various local museums!"

"Hmm, they are indeed rare treasures!" Qin Heng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping thoughtfully over the relics inside the glass cases along the corridor.

Just as he expected.

These relics from thousands of years ago mostly retained a residual spiritual aura. This so-called spiritual aura was actually a trace left from being tempered by Heavenly Essence. This energy was most potent in weapon-like relics!

In fact, Qin Heng found a dense residual sword intent in an Ancient Sword from the Warring States period; although it naturally couldn't compare to his Flowing Moon Sword, it could definitely be considered a divine sword.

Even after thousands of years without maintenance, and now, in the End of Dharma Age where Spiritual Energy was depleted and the Laws quiescent, this Ancient Sword still emanated the aura of a Saint!

In its heyday, it must have been a Great Saint Treasure Weapon!

And relics of this caliber were not unique in the exhibition. Qin Heng himself spotted four, including swords, halberds, ceremonial bells, and cauldrons.

One could only imagine that during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, the vast lands of China were not merely as depicted in history books. It must have been an age where Great Saints existed!

"If Great Saints existed on Earth over two thousand years ago, they might very well still be alive today!" Qin Heng frowned slightly. "If they truly exist, did they leave Earth, or did they remain?"

A Great Saint-level Martial Artist's lifespan was incredibly long, a minimum of over a thousand years, with some even living for more than nine thousand years.

Of course, a mere Great Saint-level Martial Artist was nothing to Qin Heng.

However, if a Great Saint had existed in the mortal realm for over two thousand years, secretly manipulating events and even influencing the course of human civilization, that would be troublesome.

Such a figure would control too many resources and secrets, possibly including crucial information about the revival of Spiritual Energy, the awakening of the Laws, and details about Immortal Mansion ruins.

If such a being were to interfere, Qin Heng's efforts to explore Immortal Mansion ruins, uncover their mysteries, and thereby accelerate his comprehension of the Supreme Law could be significantly impacted.

"Whether or not Great Saints truly lurk in the shadows of the mortal world, anyone who dares obstruct my path will face my unrelenting wrath until they perish!"

A glint of cold light flashed through his eyes.

Indeed, at Qin Heng's level, apart from the pursuit of realms beyond the Eternal Realm, very little held any allure for him. If someone were to interfere even with this, it would ignite a feud to the death!

"Qin Heng, we've reached the end of the Spring and Autumn Warring States exhibition corridor," Xia Shuang said at his side. "Next, let's look at some treasures from the Yin Shang period. After that, we'll see the artifact from the Xia Dynasty."

"Okay," Qin Heng nodded.

Among the artifacts from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, there were already four Great Saint-level Treasure Weapons. Could there be treasures from the Saint King Realm, or even higher, from the Yin Shang period?

Qin Heng felt a flicker of anticipation.

After all, his previous research at the Beijing University library led him to a preliminary estimation: during the Yin Shang period, Earth likely still harbored Saint Kings, perhaps even Deity-level powerhouses.

"Hahaha! What Xia Dynasty? It doesn't exist, if I recall correctly. The international community doesn't even acknowledge the Xia Dynasty's existence, right?"

Just then, a sneer echoed. The words were Chinese, but the accent was peculiar—clearly that of a foreigner.

Qin Heng frowned slightly upon hearing this and turned towards the source of the voice.

There were three Westerners with golden hair and blue eyes: two men and one woman, all appearing to be in their twenties. The two men were quite handsome, with defined features and some facial hair. They stood over 1.8 meters tall, appearing robust and imposing.

The young woman was exquisitely beautiful, with bright, jewel-like eyes and light makeup. Her features were striking. She was also quite tall, nearly 1.8 meters, dressed in denim shorts and a crop top that showcased her curvaceous figure and healthy, wheat-colored skin.

The one who had just spoken was one of the men. He sported an earring in his left ear and a tattoo on his right arm. Dressed in casual black attire, he had a nonchalant, somewhat roguish air, and his expression was full of contempt as he looked at the ancient relics in the glass cases.

Seeing Qin Heng's gaze upon him, the man sneered, "What's wrong, kid? Unhappy? It doesn't matter if you are. Facts are facts. This so-called Xia Dynasty is just you Chinese pigs deluding yourselves. It simply never existed!"

"That's right! What Xia Dynasty? Back then, China was just a collection of primitive tribes, hahaha! How insecure must you yellow-skinned monkeys be to fabricate an entire non-existent dynasty for yourselves?"

The other man also burst into laughter. He was dressed more formally in an all-white suit and wore glasses. He appeared reserved, yet his words dripped with the same venom.

"Is it so hard to admit your country only has a history of just over three thousand years?"

The woman also looked disdainfully at Qin Heng, then pointed to the artifacts in the glass cabinets along the corridor, saying, "These pieces of scrap metal and broken stones, you dare call them ancient artifacts? What a joke!"

"What gives you the right to say that?!" Xia Shuang flared up, her pride as a Chinese person with a rich historical heritage wounded. "You don't know anything at all!"

"We don't know? Hahaha!"

The man who had mocked them first laughed again, looking at Xia Shuang. "Beautiful lady, many of your so-called Chinese artifacts are housed in our British Museum! Those ancient ritual vessels that you yellow-skinned monkeys used for sacrifices—they're called 'Ding,' aren't they? Supposedly noble ceremonial items. I've even used one as a toilet, hahaha! How can you say I don't know anything?"

"Kneel!" Qin Heng suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on the man. He said calmly, "Kneel and kowtow in apology to every artifact in this corridor!"