Chapter 291 - The Tower of Babel, The Gate of God (1/2)

Chapter 291 The Tower of Babel, The Gate of G.o.d

Two months later, Lin Luoran comes out of the bas.e.m.e.nt, holding a porcelain bottle and feels satisfied.

She thinks it won’t hurt to make more preparations since they are going to explore the interstellar transmission circle and find the ancient book of the monsters of wood.

Yang Lisha has been waiting for her for too long. She doesn’t yell at her only because she finally finds Lin Luoran ready to go.

Lin Luoran has only planned to take Yuan Ye and Goldie with her, but Mr. Lin volunteers to go together. The cyan little fox grabs Lin Luoran’s trouser legs tightly before they leave. Li Xi’er has to stay at home and look after Yang Lisha’s precious Acacia tree. As for Zeng Tian, he still needs to practice Spells of the Five Elements. He stays because his abilities are too limited to join the adventure.

Huang Weijian wants to go, but he gives up after Lin Luoran tells him he is going to take the entrance examination for senior middle schools.

Lin Luoran takes Yuan Ye and holds the golden hawk in her left hand while the little fox is in the other. Although it will be a dangerous journey, it still looks like they were going on a travel.

Master Guo is going, as well as Sixie of the Mus. Wen Runlan follows the Master of the Wens. Li Xi’er’s teacher Xi Heng and other brave cultivators who answered Lin Luoran’s call on the forum also join the team. They have hundreds of people now. All of them come to Rong City spontaneously. Two luxury buses are not enough. Fortunately, they are about to take a plane.

To Lin Luoran’s surprise, the interstellar transmission circle Yang Lisha said is not in Huaxia.

It is at a somewhat special place.

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The team transfers for several flights and finally arrives at Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.

The heat in late spring and early summer makes the young cultivators spiritless. Lin Luoran and the team arrive at noon in the middle of May. It’s only about twenty degrees in Huaxia at this time of the year, but the temperature reaches 35 degrees at noon here.

While they could have used ice to cool themselves down at home, Baghdad welcomes them with its harsh tropical desert climate which is famous for being extremely dry.

Many cultivators are frightened after Lin Luoran says she heard the highest temperature in summer there can reach 50°C. The temperature of 50°C can even make these low-level cultivators be dehydrated under the sun. They can’t imagine how the locals survived under such heat.

Under the boundless desert, there is the most precious natural resource. It is that black liquid that still makes Baghdad suffer from tragedies caused by wars.

Sectarian conflicts, terrorist attacks and militant violence against the U.S. Army are constantly happening. Explosions, attacks, abductions, a.s.sa.s.sinations are everywhere. Civilians of the country are homeless. Their living environment is deteriorating. Even in the capital, many people wander on the street because of the high unemployment rate. They all stare at Lin Luoran in her fine clothing. If they didn’t come in a group of hundreds of people, they would probably get robbed by someone on the street.

The cyan little fox in Lin Luoran’s arms has bright one-colored fur. The little golden hawk on her shoulder also makes them look mysterious. n.o.body dares to harm them even if they want to.

The heat is not the most unbearable thing. Wind carrying a great amount of sand constantly hits them.

The cultivators even want to wrap their heads with a piece of black cloth like the locals do.

The weather is so dry. It is dry because it seldom rains, and the sunlight is strong. There are no clouds in the sky. Without clouds, the sunlight s.h.i.+nes directly on the ground and heats up both the ground and the air. It is also because the ground is dry that it is impossible to cool the weather down through evaporation. Wen Runlan feels like he was in a sauna room. He spits out some sands and pulls the sleeves of Xiao Xiaomu next to him.

“How much water do you bring? I was so naive and didn’t believe it when Lin Luoran said the weather was tough here.”

Xiao Xiaomu can barely open his eyes because of the wind. He shakes the yellow sand off his eyelashes, “Grandmaster Lin, where are we going now?”

There are bunkers of yellow sandbags every few dozens or hundreds of meters. The group of Asians in bright clothes has been stopped and questioned five times by heavily armed Iraqi soldiers and police. If it is not because they clearly don’t carry weapons in their luggage, the ridiculous flag of the tourist group that Lin Luoran holds would not necessarily work.

Master Guo feels a little excited. Being able to return to a place like this makes him a little bit nostalgic.

Lin Luoran hands the flag to Yuan Ye and asks him to lead the team.

“We need to get out of the city.”

It’s not hard to see that Yang Lisha hates the heat as well. She belongs to the Wood branch and will be upset when she lacks water, let alone being exposed in the desert climate like this. Seeing Lin Luoran turns over before she finishes her sentence, Yang Lisha says in a weak voice, “We need to head south after getting out of the city. There are still a hundred miles to go.”

Master Mu doesn’t know who Yang Lisha really is. Nevertheless, it is exactly because he can’t see through her personal abilities, and Lin Luoran listens to almost all of her opinions along the way that makes Master Mu and others all regard her as a senior cultivator of Lin Luoran’s school. They don’t mind that Yang Lisha looks very young. Lin Luoran is afraid that these old cultivators know Yang Lisha is a monster. If so, they won’t cooperate well in the interstellar transmission circle, so Lin Luoran decides not to introduce her to them and pretends to know nothing about her.

Qu Yi falls behind and murmurs, “South of Baghdad, are we going to the Babel Tower?”

Qu Yi is a cynical young man. He once flinched at a critical moment, so now he seems to be a little isolated. Except for the powerful cultivators of Laying Foundation, no one hears what he muttered to himself.

Lin Luoran narrows her eyes. The place they are going to is the Babel Tower or “the Tower of Heaven” in Ancient Babylon located on the east bank of the Euphrates River, one hundred kilometers away from the Iraqi capital Baghdad.

In Babylonian, the word “Babel” means “the Gate of G.o.d”.