The Peerless Beauty Empress, Tan Tai Jin

Inside the karst cave, the white light slowly dissipated.

Everything returned to dead silence.

The ground was terrifyingly clean, without even a speck of dust, as if those living people from a moment ago had never existed.

Gu Yang stood in place, not having moved a single step from beginning to end.

He looked at the disappearing streak of bloody light and shook his head with some regret.

A Golden Core cultivator sure is tough to kill.

To think he could still run away after all that.

Gu Yang lifted his foot and walked unhurriedly to the black stone.

That Nine-Leaf Sun-Returning Herb was still gently swaying in the lingering aftermath of the white light, emitting an enticing emerald halo.

The apocalyptic white light from just now seemed to have eyes, perfectly avoiding the square inch of land where this spirit herb was located.

This was the true safe zone.

Gu Yang reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the cold leaves.

Ding, successfully intercepted a blue serendipity.

Rewarded 20 Destiny Points.

Remaining Destiny Points: 120.

Not bad.

With a flip of his hand, Gu Yang stored the spirit herb into a jade box and affixed a restriction talisman, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

The medicine has been delivered, and the bodyguard has been crippled.

Next...

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly penetrating the thick rock layers, looking toward the deepest part of this Immortal Burial Forbidden Ground.

...

Afterward, Gu Yang arrived at a hidden location.

He raised his right hand.

The cluster of faint blue Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame on his fingertip danced once again.

Go.

Gu Yang flicked his finger.

The cluster of flame floated out lightly. It did not crash into the rock wall, but rather, like a drop of water merging into a sponge, it silently burrowed into an extremely hidden groove on the rock wall.

This was the entire Immortal Burial Forbidden Ground's only identification code.

Buzz—

The rock wall did not crack open.

Instead, it rippled like water waves.

At this moment, the hard granite transformed into a layer of translucent black light curtain. Behind the light curtain was a deep corridor leading to an unknown destination.

An aura of darkness, older and purer than the outside world, seeped out from that light curtain.

It was a kind of imperial aura.

The domineering air of absolute supremacy and eternal prosperity.

Gu Yang took a deep breath, adjusted his robes, and stepped inside.

...

Passing through the light curtain, there was a despairingly long flight of stairs.

The stairs were paved with solid blocks of black jade, each step a fathom wide. The sides were not walls, but a bottomless void.

In the void, there were no ever-burning lamps.

There were only countless floating will-o'-the-wisps, converging into faint blue rivers that flowed quietly in the abyss below.

Gu Yang descended the steps.

The gravity here seemed different from the outside world.

With every step he took, the pressure on his shoulders grew heavier.

It was not a physical burden, but a coercion from the soul level.

It was as if a voice was constantly roaring deep in his mind:

Kneel!

Mortal, seeking audience with the Emperor's visage, why do you not kneel?!

If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, their soul would probably be crushed by this coercion halfway down, or they would directly kneel on the ground and become a dry bone on these black jade stairs.

But Gu Yang did not.

The Great Sun Sky-Burning Sutra in his dantian circulated on its own, and the domineering extreme yang spiritual energy condensed into a faint golden glow on the surface of his body.

Although the golden glow was weak, it was like a blazing sun in the dark night, forcefully blocking that cold imperial might three feet away.

I'm here to collect a debt.

Not to go on a pilgrimage.

Gu Yang's footsteps actually quickened a bit.

Finally.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine steps were finished.

The scene before him suddenly opened up.

Even though Gu Yang was mentally prepared, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly when he saw this scene.

It was a massive palace suspended in the void.

No, to be precise, it was an altar.

And at the very center of the altar.

Amidst a dense chilling mist, a crystal ice coffin hovered silently.

...

Gu Yang held his breath, lightened his footsteps, and walked step by step toward that ice coffin.

As the distance closed.

That chill grew heavier and heavier, to the point where even the hot blood in Gu Yang's body had the illusion of being frozen.

But he did not stop.

Until he stood before that ice coffin.

Through that crystal-clear coffin lid, forged from an unknown divine ice.

He finally saw clearly the one inside—the existence that had made the entire Eastern Region tremble for three thousand years.

The Eternal Night Empress, Tantai Jin.

Hiss...

Even though Gu Yang was used to Shen Qingyue's aloofness, Ji Shuanghua's stunning beauty, and Lan Caidie's bewitching charm.

But at this moment, he still felt a violent visual impact.

It was a kind of beauty that transcended gender, and even transcended the boundaries of species.

She lay there.

Not stiff like a dead person, but rather as if taking an afternoon nap.

She was dressed in a black imperial robe woven with gold.

The fabric was of an unknown material, flowing with a luster like living water under the dim light.

The collar of the imperial robe was wide open, revealing a large expanse of creamy skin. That whiteness was not a sickly pale, but rather like the purest snow at the peak of a ten-thousand-year-old snowy mountain, exuding a piercing chill and nobility.

Beneath those snow-white collarbones was a breathtaking curve.

The black fabric tightly wrapped her proud figure. Golden silk threads embroidered a ferocious demonic dragon on her chest. The dragon's head directly faced that bottomless cleavage, while the dragon's claws seemed as if they were about to tear the garment apart, revealing a taboo tension.

Her hands were folded over her abdomen.

Her fingers were slender with distinct joints. Her nails were painted with dark red polish, looking as if they had just been soaked in fresh blood, bewitching and dangerous.

Moving his gaze up.

It was a face enough to make heaven and earth lose their colors.

Her eyebrows slanted upward toward her temples, carrying an imposing aura of ferocity without anger.

Her nose was high and straight, revealing harshness and cold arrogance.

Especially that mouth.

The lips were extremely thin, but the lip color was startlingly red, like a Lycoris radiata blooming in the snow.

Even tightly closed at this moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly turned down, as if she were still scrutinizing her subjects in her dreams, ready to spit out the words grant death at any time.

A waterfall of black hair scattered beneath her, almost covering the entire bottom of the coffin. Faint streaks of dark red highlights could be seen among the strands of hair, like flowing magma.

She was too beautiful.

Beautiful in an aggressive way.

So beautiful that it made people want to submit, want to kneel at her feet and kiss the tips of her shoes.

But Gu Yang's gaze did not linger on her peerless face for too long.

His line of sight, like a precise scalpel, landed on a spot three inches to the left side of the ice coffin.

There.

There was an extremely fine, almost invisible crack.

If it weren't for the precise coordinate prompt from the Daily Intelligence, even if a Soul Formation mighty figure came, they would absolutely not be able to discover this flaw.

Due to the erosion of time and the shaking of the earth veins...

Gu Yang stretched out his finger and gently stroked the cold coffin wall at the crack.

Who could have thought that the world-shaking Yin-Yang Soul-Swapping Array would actually have such a small tear.

Gu Yang was not in a hurry to make his move.

He first lowered his head and took a deep look at the imperious woman in the coffin.

Tantai Jin.

You treated everyone in this world as chess pieces, as nourishment for your resurrection.

You set a slave seal in the coffin, wanting to turn the person who awakens you into your running dog.

What a pity.

"Today, I shall borrow your formation."