Chapter 453: Chapter 340: Tomb Tower Forbidden Land
Yu State, Dachang Town.
Since the appearance of the Secret Realm where the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land was located four hundred years ago, the population of Dachang Town gradually withered away.
Following the official announcent, which categorized the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land as a highly restricted area,
fewer locals chose to relocate, and of course, they all signed a non-disclosure agreent before leaving.
With the absence of internet information technology at that ti, and under the strict control of Great Xia, fewer and fewer people knew about the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land in Dachang Town.
Now, Dachang Town could only be seen on the map when greatly enlarged, visible as a very small icon.
Flying over the town in a helicopter, the quaint Dachang Town below was filled with centuries-old buildings.
A few figures could occasionally be seen on the streets, but they seed desolate compared to the vastness of the town.
After passing over Dachang Town, the helicopter headed towards the mountains in the distance, descending after flying past two peaks as the dried leaves on the ground were blown away.
A huge black vortex appeared on the mountain wall ahead.
Through the black vortex, one could see a grim and gray sky.
“Lord Chen, the passageway to the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land is just ahead,”
said the accompanying staff on the helicopter.
Chen Xing leapt from the edge of the helicopter, causing the accompanying staff to instinctively cry out in alarm because Chen Xing had not used a parachute.
But they quickly ca to their senses.
The definition of an ordinary person could not be applied in the sa manner as that of an Advanced Beast Tar.
The staff stuck their head out and saw a cloud of dust rising from the ground.
A figure erged from the dust and crossed the black vortex of the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land.
Upon entering the Tomb Tower Forbidden Land, Chen Xing summoned the Demon Eagle.
“Indeed, this is the Netherworld Great Burial Ground. Master, this place can be considered part of the Netherworld… truly miraculous, a piece of the Netherworld has actually been shattered here,” the Demon Eagle’s hundreds of nerve tendrils explored the surroundings, pleased by the familiar scent in the air.
The red nerves adorned with eyeballs gently swayed while a faint black mist seeped out from its bones, enveloping it and giving it an ethereal appearance. The epheral black mist made the Demon Eagle’s presence seem all the more somber and cold.
With the black mist covering it, the Demon Eagle harmonized with the surroundings, and the faint sense of oppression that Chen Xing felt upon entering this land dissipated.
The Demon Eagle blended into the environnt as naturally as a fish in water, carrying Chen Xing forward.
After flying over a series of low hills, they encountered an enormous basin ahead.
Inside the basin, tombstones and dark towers were scattered about in a seemingly orderly arrangent.
These tombstones and towers varied in shape and size.
So were expansive, looking from above, their area comparable to grand mansions, with huge tombstones backed by raised red hillocks, as if the dark-red soil had been soaked in blood, and at the foot of the hillocks was a circular trench of dark-red.
Others had a small footprint but rose up as a hundred-ter-tall black spire adorned with strings of bone bells.
There were also so that looked like ordinary graves by the roadside, inconspicuous at first glance.
The Demon Eagle carried Chen Xing past various tomb towers and finally stopped in front of a uniquely shaped large tomb near the center.
This large tomb had an all-black tombstone without any na on it, but its sides were plastered with black feathers, like armor strung together, topped with a black beak, and the upper right corner featured a three-headed bird pattern.
The tomb behind it was so high it resembled a cliff.
“Is this your grave?” Chen Xing asked the Demon Eagle.
Hearing his Master describe it as his own grave, the Demon Eagle felt slightly awkward.
“This is my ho,”
the Demon Eagle took a step forward, and a tall mound split in the middle, creating a passage for the Demon Eagle to enter.
The Demon Eagle led Chen Xing inside.
Entering the tomb, the vast space had pitch-black ceilings, and the walls and ceilings were covered in gray-white rock.
The space was even larger than it appeared from outside.
Chen Xing surveyed his surroundings, “Spatial magic?”
“It does involve so spatial power. The size of this space is related to my realm. The higher my realm, the larger the interior space,”
the Demon Eagle continued, “In fact, many graves do not reveal anything special from the outside. So appear very ordinary, but their interior spaces are quite vast.”
“Were you born here?” Chen Xing walked to the center where there was a small pit on the ground with moist soil that had been dug up as if sothing had burrowed out from within.
“I woke up here,” the Demon Eagle said, looking intently at the disturbed soil.
Returning here after many years, its ntality was completely different.
Having awoken here and relying on its fairly decent talent, it fought hard in the Netherworld, took root quickly, and, after reaching a high and transcended position, found the opportunity to leave the Netherworld for the main plane.
At that ti, the passageways between the Netherworld and the main plane had not yet closed, as the God of Death had not yet fallen.
If it ever encountered an enemy it couldn’t provoke, it would simply turn around and run towards the Netherworld.
Except for native creatures of the Netherworld, any vibrant life that entered the Netherworld would be as visible as a torch in the dark night.
The longer it stayed, the more dangerous it beca, with countless Netherworld creatures flocking to it like moths to a fla.
But one day, while it was out gallivanting, it suddenly heard the news that the God of Death of the Netherworld had fallen.
Then all the passageways to the Netherworld closed, and it was left stranded on the main plane…
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