207: Chapter 207 A Thousandfold Return, Immortal Eyes Advance!

Lin Yi placed the top-grade Imperial Herb into her arms.

"It suits you, so it's yours."

"Don't dawdle."

Chu Wanqing cradled the nine-nether heaven-reaching lotus. As her fingertips brushed against the petals, a cooling spiritual energy immediately surged up her arm and into her brow.

She trembled slightly, and the imperial zither let out a series of clear chimes in response.

She pursed her lips, a smile appearing on her face.

"Brother Lin Yi, the way you say that, it's like you're just tossing me a piece of candy."

"Giving away a top-grade Imperial Herb like it's candy."

"You really aren't afraid of spoiling me rotten."

Lin Yi glanced at her.

"You couldn't be spoiled much further."

"At most, you'll just be more troublesome."

Chu Wanqing huffed softly, then sat cross-legged while holding the nine-nether heaven-reaching lotus.

"Then I'll show you just how troublesome I can be."

She pressed both hands onto the heart of the lotus, and her Imperial Phoenix Origin slowly began to circulate.

The petals of the nine-nether heaven-reaching lotus transformed one by one into violet spiritual light, flowing through her palms and into her body.

The next moment.

A violet lotus mark appeared on her brow, and her Divine Soul fluctuations suddenly expanded.

The imperial zither hovered in the air, its strings vibrating without any wind.

Notes from the zither penetrated the walls of the Ancient Hall, extending along the stone crevices deep into the ground.

Inside Lin Yi, that voice only he could hear rang out.

[Ding!]

[Detected that the host has gifted the Destined Female Lead, Chu Wanqing, with a peak grade Imperial Rank, nine-nether heaven-reaching lotus!]

[Triggering ten thousand times return!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining an upgrade to the Primordial Immortal Pupil!]

[Primordial Immortal Pupil has been upgraded to Medium Grade Immortal Rank!]

Boom!

Deep within Lin Yi's eyes, the Grandmist immortal light suddenly surged.

The world before him looked as if an invisible hand had wiped away the dust.

The walls of the Ancient Hall, the ground, the formation patterns, the light screen, and even the eerie Qi currents beneath the Black Sea were all revealed layer by layer.

The underground structure, which he could previously only see in vague outlines, was now as clear as an unfurled scroll.

Beneath the Ancient Hall, there was more than one layer.

The first layer was the cultivation seclusion formation center.

The second layer was a secret medicine pool.

The third layer concealed an ancient path spiraling downward.

At the end of the ancient path, a gray stone gate, a hundred feet tall, stood silently deep underground.

The surface of the stone gate was covered in Dao Patterns.

The Dao Patterns contained three types of aura.

The dao rhyme of the Empress.

The Primordial Hundun.

And a trace of Tai Su, worn extremely faint by the passage of time.

Lin Yi's gaze narrowed slightly.

So that was it.

The entire Ancient Hall itself was part of the Seal formation.

Su Yuxi choosing this place for her seclusion in her past life wasn't just to leave behind her Dao Fruit for her current life.

She sat guard above the stone gate, using her own Dao Fruit to suppress the final barrier.

The so-called seclusion ruins were, in themselves, a lock.

If those greedy Cultivators outside actually charged in, they would likely be reduced to ash by the backlash of the underground Seal before they even saw the gate.

This was what you called a high-level game.

Amateurs look for Opportunity, experts look at the Seal.

As for those who wanted to come and snatch the Dao Fruit, they were purely there to provide a meal for the forbidden zone.

Chu Wanqing kept her eyes closed, the lotus mark on her brow growing brighter and brighter.

The notes from the imperial zither probed into the ground, quickly feeding back a series of chaotic echoes.

She suddenly frowned and spoke:

"There is a path below."

"But the path isn't clean."

Shen Qingyue looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

Chu Wanqing placed her fingers on the imperial zither and plucked it lightly.

Ding!

The zither note fell into the ground.

A few breaths later, a shadow lit up on the wall to the left of the Ancient Hall.

She raised her finger and pointed at it.

"There is a door there."

"But it's a death gate."

As she spoke, a rotting hand suddenly reached out from the shadow.

The hand had only extended halfway before it was ground into ash by the light screen of the immortal burial coffin.

Xu Chen watched from outside, his scalp tingling.

"Good grief."

"This gate plays like that?"

Chu Wanqing plucked another string.

A crack also lit up on the ground to the right.

A woman's crying sound came from within the crack, miserable and wretched, making one's heart feel heavy.

Chu Wanqing's expression turned cold, and she swept the blade of the imperial zither's sound across it.

The crying stopped on the spot.

A mass of black remnant soul in the crack was shattered, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"This is also a dead end."

She plucked the strings one after another, and dark patterns lit up all over the Ancient Hall.

Some hid fake doors.

Some hid cliffs.

Some led to nothing but eerie auras.

And there were a few places that looked safe, but were actually buried with remnant formations specifically designed to damage the Divine Soul.

Xu Chen stared, his eyes wide.

"Sister Wanqing, are you cheating?"

"You can even detect that?"

Chu Wanqing opened her eyes, the lotus mark on her brow flashing, making her appear more agile and clear.

She chuckled.

"The imperial zither heard it."

"I'm just responsible for the translation."

Xu Chen nodded immediately.

"Understood."

"Sister Wanqing is awesome!"

The strings of the imperial zither trembled slightly, as if it disdained to pay attention to him.

Lin Yi looked toward the ground.

The upgraded Primordial Immortal Pupil had already locked onto the one true path leading to the gray stone gate.

That path was hidden directly behind the Ancient Hall.

On the surface, it looked like a solid stone wall, but inside was a staircase sealed by the Empress's Dao Patterns.

The sides of the staircase were carved with murals.

On the murals, there were the flags of the Shen Family, the mark of the Heaven and Earth Gate, and the dragon patterns of the True Dragon Lineage.

The three parties stood together before the stone gate.

But in the painting, the Shen Family and the Heaven and Earth Gate stood at the very front, while the True Dragon Lineage stood on the periphery.

From their positions, one could see the hierarchy at a glance.

Lin Yi raised his hand and pointed at the back wall.

"The real path is there."

Chu Wanqing pressed her fingers on the strings, listened carefully for a moment, and nodded.

"Correct."

"Only that path is alive."

"Everywhere else is a trap."

Xu Chen sucked in a breath.

"This ruin is too dangerous."

"One wrong step, and you're done for."

Wang Hong, while slaying Ghost Spirits, shouted:

"Saint, if we're going into the ground, hurry up."

"These things outside are getting more and more numerous!"

Lin Yi looked up at the outside of the light screen.

The eerie creatures on the Black Sea were indeed gathering in greater numbers.

They no longer charged blindly, but were crawling in circles around the Ancient Hall.

The scarlet runes on the chests of some were lighting up, as if preparing for a more vicious wave of attacks.

The immortal burial coffin could block them.

But there was no point in dragging this out.

Su Yuxi opened her eyes at this moment.

The phantom of the Empress behind her completely merged into her body.

The aura of the Peak Divine Fire Realm spread out, and silvery-white dao light swirled around her.

She stood up, her robes fluttering without wind.

When she looked at Lin Yi, the empress's authority dispersed quite a bit, leaving only her familiar gentleness.

"I'm ready."

Xu Chen turned his head immediately.

"Sister Yu Xi has finished her seclusion?"

"Great, great, great, this round is secure!"

Chu Wanqing looked at her with a smile.

"Congratulations, Sister Yu Xi."

Shen Qingyue also nodded gently.

"Congratulations."

Su Yuxi walked to Lin Yi's side and whispered:

"I've kept you waiting."

Lin Yi put away the god-slaying sword.

"Not long."

"I just happened to pick up a few things."

Chu Wanqing walked over, holding the imperial zither, and pointed at the lotus mark on her brow.

"You call this 'picking up a few things'?"

"Brother Lin Yi, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'few'?"

Xu Chen dragged the ancient desolate hall over.

"Big Brother's 'few' might not be on the same scale as our 'few'."

"With a casual point of his finger, we'd be sent to heaven on the spot."

Lin Yi glanced at him.

"Do you want to go to heaven?"

Xu Chen immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"I don't."

"I'm all about keeping my feet on the ground."

Outside the Ancient Hall, the black tide crashed again.

The light screen of the immortal burial coffin vibrated violently.

A Saint King-level Ancient Corpse squeezed half its body to the edge of the light screen, its rotting claws clinging tightly to the Dao Patterns.

Lin Yi raised his hand and struck with his sword.

The light of the god-slaying sword flew out, the Ancient Corpse's Divine Soul shattered instantly, and the remaining body was swept away by the immortal burial coffin.

"Let's go."

"To the underground first."