Entering the Imperial Tomb

When Mo Yu's gaze inadvertently swept across Ling Xi not far away, the muscles all over his body tensed imperceptibly for a moment.

The bloodline of the Kirin brought about an instinctive and extremely obscure throbbing. There was a kind of aura on that woman that made even him feel unfathomable, as if it could devour everything.

Mo Yu was greatly shocked in his heart and instinctively scanned the people in front of him.

His Master, Xiao Ruobai, possessed the domineering and unparalleled War God Physique, unfathomable.

Sword in White exuded a sharp sword qi. Just standing there, it made the Kirin bloodline in Mo Yu faintly ache.

The cold and aloof woman in front of him had an even more profound aura, like an abyss that could swallow everything.

"How come everyone around the Master is such a freak?" A thought popped up uncontrollably in Mo Yu's mind.

"What kind of person is the Master's teacher to be able to cultivate so many geniuses at the same time?"

Finally, his gaze fell on Fatty Wang, who was still grinning at him and trying to get on friendly terms. The corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"Of course, except for this Fatty who looks not very smart and only knows how to giggle!" Mo Yu silently added in his heart, finally finding a bit of the shaky superiority as a member of the Kirin royal family.

"Big Senior Brother, let's go in quickly!" Fatty Wang rubbed his hands and was already unable to hold back as he watched the various colored lights constantly pouring in.

Xiao Ruobai looked around, exchanged a glance with Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi, and said in a deep voice, "After we go in, be careful in everything. Try to take care of each other. The Emperor's Tomb is extremely dangerous. Opportunities come second. Preserving our own lives is the top priority."

"Understood!" The others replied in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ruobai took the lead, and the others followed closely behind, entering the great tomb.

At the entrance of the crack in the Emperor's Tomb, it was in a complete mess.

The Second Patriarch grabbed the Third Patriarch, who was about to rush in head - on, and his eyes fell on Blood Traceless, who was still unconscious under the Third Patriarch's arm, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Old Third! What are you bringing this burden in for? Just slap the remaining scum of the Glazed Holy Land to death!"

The Third Patriarch, Shi Wanshan, stared wide - eyed and said righteously, "You don't understand a thing! This kid has a tough life!

In that damned place before, I made him explore several dangerous places. All the other little kids from the Glazed Holy Land were dead, but he still had a breath left every time!

With him around, if there's any place that needs someone to test the waters inside, isn't he a ready - made 'pathfinder'? Don't you understand the concept of making use of waste?"

Hearing this, the Second Patriarch and the Fourth Patriarch looked at each other in silence, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

This Old Third, although reckless, had a rather unique way of thinking about being thrifty.

"Alright, alright, go in quickly! Don't block the way!" The monks surging from behind impatiently urged.

The three patriarchs didn't delay any longer. The Second Patriarch and the Fourth Patriarch guarded on both sides, and the Third Patriarch carried Blood Traceless under his arm, squeezing through the crowded crowd like an eel.

In an instant, they disappeared into the eternal crack that exuded an alluring yet dangerous aura.

"Changge, shall we go in too?"

Gu Changge nodded slightly, and the two of them also flew towards the crack leisurely along with the crowd.

Just as they were about to step into the crack, Gu Changge's steps paused imperceptibly.

His gaze fell on Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang, who were preparing to enter the Emperor's Tomb in the distance.

He also saw the Third Patriarch, who was carrying the unconscious Blood Traceless and trying to squeeze into the crowd further away, as well as the Second Patriarch and the Fourth Patriarch following behind him with helpless expressions on their faces.

There were also some peak masters like the sneaky Shi Wanshan.

Under his sleeve robe, his fingers flicked imperceptibly.

Several strands of extremely mysterious life - saving imprints, containing the supreme rhyme of the Dao, precisely merged into the bodies of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Fatty Wang, Mo Yu, as well as the peak masters and the three patriarchs.

As soon as the imprints entered the body, they melted and silently combined with their life sources. Even an ordinary Holy Lord would find it hard to detect the slightest trace.

After doing all this, he seemed as if nothing had happened and, together with Xuanyangzi, his figure disappeared into the eternal crack that exuded an aura of misfortune and opportunity.

The moment they passed through the crack, it was as if they had fallen into an ice cellar or passed through a thick and cold gelatinous substance.

The light and noise from the outside world were instantly stripped away, replaced by the thick and inescapable ancient silence that rushed towards them.

Before their eyes, it suddenly opened up, yet it was also heart - wrenching.

This was not the narrow tomb passage they had imagined, but an ancient corridor that was incredibly grand and deep.

The corridor was over a hundred meters high and nearly a hundred meters wide, built with extremely heavy dark - cyan boulders. The stones were so dark that they seemed to absorb light.

On both walls and the dome, there were countless ever - burning stones that had already run out of spiritual energy and only emitted a faint glimmer of fireflies, illuminating this huge space in a hazy yellow light. The light and shadows cast strange and distorted shadows on the rough stone walls.

The air was as heavy as mercury, filled with dust, decay, and a cold and dead air that had settled for endless years.

What was even more soul - chilling was that a faint yet boundless Emperor's might was like background radiation, everywhere, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts and making breathing a bit difficult.

Spiritual awareness was extremely suppressed here, like being trapped in a quagmire. For an ordinary monk, being able to detect ten meters around their body was already the limit.

The number of monks who had rushed in earlier was extremely large, probably no less than a hundred thousand. But in this magnificent corridor, they didn't seem very crowded. Instead, they were scattered into countless small streams, spreading towards the depths of the corridor.

"Ah——!" A short and shrill scream suddenly rang out not far to the left, instantly breaking the oppressive silence.

It was seen that a loose cultivator at the Celestial Realm who was rushing in front seemed to have stepped on a slightly differently - colored stone brick on the ground.

The stone brick sank half a centimeter imperceptibly.

Buzz...

A small area of space around him distorted and blurred extremely strangely for a moment, as if it had been severely crumpled by an invisible big hand.

The next moment, the cultivator froze in place, and even the expression of horror was frozen on his face.

Then, under the horrified gazes of the people around, his body, along with his clothes and the magic weapon in his hand, silently crumbled and vanished into thin air like a sand sculpture that had been weathered for ten thousand years, leaving not the slightest trace.

Only the slightly differently - colored stone brick quietly returned to its original state, and its color seemed to be a bit darker than the ones beside it.

Dead silence.

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

This scene made hundreds of nearby monks take a sharp breath in unison, and their advancing steps came to a halt.

But greed soon overwhelmed fear.

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

"Avoid them! Hurry up and avoid them!"

The crowd became restless, and they all avoided that area, observing their feet and the surroundings more vigilantly.

But the corridor was too wide, there were too many people, and with the darkness and light and shadows intertwined, it was fraught with danger.

"Puff!" In another place, a monk tried to use his flying sword to pick a Yin Soul Grass that emitted a faint fluorescent light from a crack in the wall.

As soon as the flying sword touched the grass leaves, the wall there suddenly wriggled, and a stone mouth full of sharp teeth opened, biting off the flying sword and half of his arm in one go!

The cultivator let out a miserable howl and staggered backward. His wound quickly turned ashen.

"It's mine!"

"Get out of the way!"

To fight for a storage bag that still retained spiritual energy, which was left behind by a cultivator who had just been killed by a trap, three or four cultivators instantly became blood - red in the eyes and started to fight right on the spot. The glint of swords and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Work together to break through this wall! There's a treasure aura behind it!"

"Form a formation! Defend the flanks!"

Chaos spread rapidly, almost within a dozen breaths after they stepped into the Emperor's Tomb.

Screams, roars, the clashing sounds of magic treasures, and the explosions of spiritual power began to echo in this corridor that had been silent for eons.

The smell of blood gradually permeated the air, mixing with the ancient aura of death, making people nauseous.

There was no mercy here, no rules, only the most primitive plunder and killing.