348: Entering the Imperial Tomb

When Mo Yu's gaze inadvertently swept over Ling Xi, who was not far away, his muscles tensed almost imperceptibly for an instant.

His Qilin Bloodline sent a primal, extremely subtle tremor.

On that woman, there was an aura that made even him feel profound and unfathomable, as if it could devour everything.

Mo Yu's heart pounded, and he subconsciously glanced at the few people before him.

His Revered Master, Xiao Ruobai, possessed the War God Body, which was overbearing and unfathomable.

Sword White Robe's Sword Qi was sharp; just standing there made his Qilin Bloodline feel a subtle sting.

This cold woman before him had an aura as deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

"Why are there so many monsters around Revered Master?"

A thought uncontrollably popped into Mo Yu's mind.

"Just who exactly is this Revered Master's Revered Master, to be able to cultivate so many Prodigies at once?"

His gaze finally fell on Wang Xiaopang, who was still grinning foolishly at him, trying to get close, and the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"Of course, except for this not-so-smart, only-grinning fatty!"

Mo Yu silently added in his heart, finally finding a bit of his crumbling sense of superiority as a Qilin Royal.

"Senior Brother, let's go in quickly!"

Wang Xiaopang rubbed his hands, looking at the continuous stream of various lights pouring in, unable to hold back his eagerness.

Xiao Ruobai looked around, exchanged a glance with Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi, and said in a deep voice, "After entering, be careful in all things, and try to look out for each other. The Emperors Tomb is dangerous, Opportunities are secondary; preserving yourselves is paramount."

"Understood!" The few of them responded in unison.

Immediately, Xiao Ruobai led the way, and the others followed closely, entering the great tomb.

At the entrance of the Emperors Tomb crack, it was chaotic.

The Second Ancestor pulled the Third Old Ancestor, who was about to rush in headfirst, and his gaze fell on Xue Wuhen, who was still unconscious and tucked under his armpit, a look of surprise on his face.

"Third Brother! Why did you bring this burden in? The remnant of Glazed Holy Land, just slap him to death!"

The Third Old Ancestor, Shi Wanshan, glared, righteously declaring, "What do you know! This kid has a hard life!

Before, in that damned place, I had him explore several dangerous areas; all the other little brats from Glazed Holy Land died, but he always had a breath left!"

"With him, if there's any place inside that needs to be 'tested,' isn't he a ready-made 'pathfinder'? Waste utilization, understand?"

The Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor exchanged speechless glances, their mouths twitching slightly.

This Third Brother, though reckless, had a unique approach to being thrifty.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and go in! Don't block the way!"

The Cultivators surging from behind urged impatiently.

The three Old Ancestors no longer delayed. The Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor guarded their sides, and the Third Old Ancestor, clutching Xue Wuhen, slipped through the crowded masses like a loach.

They instantly vanished into that dark, profound Eternal Rift, which exuded both alluring and dangerous auras.

"Changge, shall we go in too?"

Gu Changge nodded slightly, and the two of them, following the flow of people, unhurriedly flew towards the rift.

Just as the two were about to step into the rift, Gu Changge's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly.

His gaze caught sight of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang, who were preparing to enter the Emperors Tomb in the distance.

He also saw, further away, the Third Old Ancestor clutching the unconscious Xue Wuhen and preparing to squeeze into the crowd, as well as the helpless Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor following behind him.

And the sneaky Shi Wanshan and several Peak Revered Masters.

Beneath his sleeve, his finger flicked almost imperceptibly.

Several strands of extremely profound life-preserving imprints, imbued with supreme Dao Rhyme, precisely integrated into the bodies of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, Mo Yu, as well as several Peak Revered Masters and the three Old Ancestors.

The imprints dissolved upon entering the body, quietly merging with their life Origin, so subtly that even ordinary Holy Lords would find it difficult to detect.

After completing all this, he, as if nothing had happened, entered the Eternal Rift, which emanated ominous and opportunistic auras, along with Xuan Yangzi.

The moment they passed through the rift, it felt like falling into an ice cave, or passing through a layer of viscous, cold gel.

The light and clamor of the outside world were instantly stripped away, replaced by an overwhelming, thick, and unyielding ancient stillness.

The view suddenly opened up, yet it was chilling.

This was not the narrow tomb passage imagined, but a grand, unbelievably deep ancient corridor.

The corridor was over a hundred zhang high and nearly a hundred zhang wide, constructed from incredibly heavy dark green boulders. The stone was dark, as if it could absorb light.

Embedded in both walls and the vaulted ceiling were countless Ever-Burning Stones, their spiritual energy long exhausted, leaving only a faint, firefly-like glow. They cast a dim yellow, hazy light across this vast space, with shadows stretching out into eerie, distorted shapes on the rough stone walls.

The air was as heavy as mercury, permeated with dust, decay, and a chilling Death Qi that had settled for countless ages.

Even more Soul-shaking was a faint yet boundless Emperor's Might, like background radiation, omnipresent, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, making breathing somewhat difficult.

Divine Sense was extremely suppressed here, like sinking into a quagmire; ordinary Cultivators could only extend it about ten zhang around them at most.

The number of Cultivators who had surged in earlier was immense, probably no less than a hundred thousand, but in this magnificent corridor, it didn't seem too crowded. They merely dispersed into countless trickles, spreading towards the depths of the corridor.

"Ah—!"

A short, shrill scream suddenly echoed from not far to the left, instantly breaking the oppressive silence.

A Loose Cultivator in the Heavenly Human Realm, who was rushing ahead, seemed to have stepped on a stone brick on the ground that was slightly different in color.

The stone brick subtly sank by half a point.

Buzz... A small area of space around him twisted and blurred extremely strangely for an instant, as if crumpled by an invisible giant hand.

The next moment, the Cultivator froze in place, even his expression of horror solidified on his face.

Immediately after, under the terrified gazes of the surrounding crowd, his body, along with his clothes and the Magic Treasure in his hand, silently disintegrated and vanished inch by inch, like a sand sculpture weathered for ten thousand years, leaving no trace.

Only that slightly discolored stone brick silently returned to its original state, its color seeming a shade deeper than the surrounding ones.

Silence.

A bone-chilling cold instantly seized all the Cultivators nearby who witnessed this scene.

This sight made hundreds of Cultivators nearby gasp in unison, their forward momentum halting.

But greed quickly overcame fear.

"Be careful of the ground and walls! There are residual Restrictions!"

"Go around! Quickly go around!"

The crowd stirred, avoiding that area and observing the ground and surroundings with greater vigilance.

But the corridor was too wide, the people too numerous, and danger lurked where darkness and light intertwined.

"Puff!"

Elsewhere, a Cultivator tried to use a Flying Sword to pick a Ghost Soul Grass emitting a faint glow from a crack in the wall.

As the Flying Sword touched the grass blade, the wall there suddenly peristalsis, splitting open a stone mouth full of sharp teeth, biting off the Flying Sword along with half of his arm!

The Cultivator screamed and retreated, his wound quickly turning a grayish, withered color.

"It's mine!"

"Get lost!"

To contend for a Storage Pouch with lingering Spiritual Qi, dropped by a Cultivator just killed by a trap, three or four Cultivators instantly went red-eyed and began to fight on the spot, blades flashing, Sword Qi flying, and blood Qi permeating the air.

"Let's work together to break through this wall! There's treasure Qi behind it!"

"Form a formation! Defend the flanks!"

Chaos quickly spread, almost within a dozen breaths of entering the Emperors Tomb.

Screams, roars, sounds of Magic Treasures colliding, and spiritual power explosions began to echo in this corridor that had been silent for eons.

A bloody stench gradually permeated the air, mixing with the ancient Death Qi, making it nauseating.

Here, there was no mercy, no rules, only the most primitive plunder and slaughter.