Translator: Lynn
Countless cultivators flocked to the gap, like moths to a fla, eager to plunge into the crack.
Xuan Ze and his party were no exception. They rode in a chariot pulled by a sixth-rank, two-winged giant python. With the hood pushed back and high-grade spirit stones inlaid on the four wheels, the chariot, like a gust of wind, surpassed many cultivators and arrived at the front of the “Gate” in an instant.
Inside the crack, countless violent winds ford tornadoes, moving back and forth, driving many cultivators away. Without so ability, no one could enter the domain at the center of the hurricane!
But the bronze chariot was different. It turned into a ray of blue light and rolled forward fearlessly, surrounded by a faint cyan shield. The winds that struck were pushed away and scattered imdiately, unable to hinder the chariot’s progress.
The hurricane belt was not vast, and in no ti, the chariot sped through and entered the darkness.
Suddenly, it felt as if only the chariot existed in the world, with silence all around. Divine sense could only be extended to four or five feet before being bounced back, unable to reach far. Even Nascent Soul Practitioners were no exception.
Xu Ziqing sat next to Yun Lie, his heart calm. Just in case, he grabbed Yun Lie’s cuff, determined to stay with his Shixiong even in an ergency.
Fortunately, there were no abnormalities, and the strange journey lasted only three short breaths.
The chariot soon ca to a heavy stop, causing a slight jolt among the passengers.
As the leader, Xuan Ze took out a luminous pearl from his storage bracelet, illuminating the surroundings as if it were dayti. “Get out of the car,” he commanded.
Everyone stood up. Xuan Ze played several formulas, shrinking the chariot and storing it. The two-winged giant pythons returned to the beast card.
They found themselves in a spacious tomb passage, large enough to accommodate dozens of people.
There were no tombs on either side, only lamps hanging on the walls. The lamps were slightly burnt yellow, the grease inside long burned out.
Xu Ziqing, still holding Yun Lie’s cuff, looked at Xuan Ze, awaiting orders.
The tomb passage was unfamiliar, not shown on the map Xu Ziqing had. The map on his hand depicted hills, wild lands, rivers, and mountains, not an interior like this mausoleum.
Xu Ziqing remained silent as a Nascent Soul cultivator in treasure-grade armor spoke, “If you have a map, my lord, show it to us.” Another Nascent Soul cultivator added, “Yes, the situation is strange. We must be cautious.”
Xuan Ze, aware that much of this secret realm depended on the Nascent Soul cultivator, he nodded and threw out a jade talisman. “That’s exactly my thought. Let’s review it together.”
The talisman, floating in mid-air, projected a hazy white light, revealing a partial map.
The map showed a tiger-shaped mountain range with rivers in its claws and a depression resembling a basin. However, only part of it was shown; the rest was likely on another map.
The mountains contained misty areas for exploration, along with beast lairs and caves marked with faint reminders.
After examining it, everyone nodded slightly, ready to proceed.
If the map is real, it provides a clear guide to the places that can be explored, offering an advantage over those without a map who might easily lose their lives. However, there is no drawing of this tomb passage on the map… could it be a fake map?
Doubts lingered, but since the map was revealed before the secret treasure opened, it was more likely to be real than fake. The tomb passage might be marked on other maps.
After so discussion, Xuan Ze said, “Regardless of the outco, we still have to walk through this tomb passage first. What do you all think?”
This plan seed the only viable option, and everyone agreed.
Xu Ziqing and Yun Lie walked to Xuan Ze’s right, with Xuan Ze’s confidants ahead, behind, and around the periphery. A Nascent Soul cultivator was sweeping the formation, guarding against possible traps in the tomb passage.
Half an hour passed with no movent. It seed there was nothing in this tomb passage.
After a while, Xuan Ze began to feel uneasy. Wasn’t this tomb passage too long?
Suddenly, Yin Chenghao exclaid, “My lord!”
Xuan Ze, seeing him as a think tank, imdiately responded, “What?”
Yin Chenghao explained, “The silk thread is a mortal object, devoid of aura, so it naturally won’t be obstructed.”
Everyone felt relieved hearing this.
Xuan Ze nodded, “We’ve walked for a long ti and encountered this, showing that all our efforts were in vain. If we continue, we might just start all over again. Since we can’t proceed directly, we must use the second thod.”
Once he decided, he didn’t hesitate: “Everyone, see if you can destroy the tomb passage!”
Everyone responded promptly and used their ans.
The Nascent Soul cultivators, a bit ashad for not realizing they had gone the wrong way earlier, now used 80% of their power, striking the walls with loud bangs!
They intended to smash the tomb passage to save face.
Xu Ziqing, too, raised his finger and pointed between his eyebrows. A ray of blue light shot out, quickly hitting the wall and exploding with a “pop”. Simultaneously, Yun Lie’s sword intent precisely struck the sa spot.
Imdiately, the wall rippled, absorbing all the energy.
Startled, Xu Ziqing grabbed Yun Lie’s cuff.
They both felt a trance and were thrust into the wall.
Everyone else experienced the sa. Each ti soone hit the wall, it absorbed the energy, causing them to feel dizzy and disoriented.
In an instant, Xu Ziqing found himself pulling Yun Lie into a very large, ancient stone room.
The utensils inside appeared extrely primitive and even a bit fierce.
Four stone pillars carved with beasts, two feldspar tables with several precious treasures on them, and a brass stand in the middle with lamp holders at each of the four corners. The candles atop them burned with a blue fire, illuminating the room.
On the copper platform inside the lamp holder was a huge coffin bottle.
This was clearly a burial chamber.
The objects around were the burial items of the tomb’s owner.
Everyone imdiately observed the tomb’s contents, their eyes lighting up slightly.
Heavenly Secret Realm is a remnant from ancient tis. Since it is a tomb, it must be the resting place of ancient cultivators. However, for cultivators like them, the primordial spirit usually connects with the heavens and earth. Once the physical body dies, the primordial spirit is either shattered by enemies, reincarnated, or reborn after reincarnation.
Who would go to the trouble of constructing a tomb for the flesh and burying it?
So, after a brief mont of joy, everyone grew wary once more.
—The older the artifact, the more cautious one should be.
The mbers of Xuan Ze’s group quickly restrained their greed and took deep breaths.
If this coffin holds the remains of an ancient cultivator, the status of the person entombed here must be extraordinary, presenting them with a great fortune.
Whether they felt enthusiasm or caution, none took any action.
Xu Ziqing, having been human in his previous life, respected the dead and their remains. Unlike others, he remained calr when seeking to take sothing from the ancient corpse.
Xuan Ze suddenly said, “No matter what’s in the coffin and jar, you can use the burial items for yourselves.”
Though the aura of those treasures was sowhat dim, they were relics from ancient tis and might possess special properties.
The Nascent Soul cultivators wasted no ti, scanning with their spiritual senses and rushing to claim the treasures on both sides. The Golden Core stage cultivators were slower, picking up what the cultivators discarded, regardless of quality. In just monts, all the treasures on the stone platform were swept away, leaving nothing behind.
Xu Ziqing, aware of his weaker cultivation, refrained from taking anything alone. Instead, he selected with his senior brother, choosing a set of extrely small flying knives, totaling sixty-four.
The knives, though low-grade spiritual weapons individually, combined to rival a high-grade spiritual weapon. They were perfect for his eight junior sisters, who could divide them and practice formations once they established their foundations, boosting their combat power.
Xu Ziqing also scanned the remaining treasures, which included spiritual weapons and other items.
The treasures were all taken by the Nascent Soul cultivators, while the spiritual weapons, which did not interest the cultivators, went to the Golden Core stage Daoists.
Everyone was quite satisfied.
Prince Xuan Ze, with his dignified status, cared little for the treasures in this tomb, using them rely to reward his confidants. He walked to the brass stand and examined one of the lamp holders.
The blue flas had lasted for years…
After so thought, he took out a fla jade box and carefully took one fla. Seeing that it did not extinguish and the coffin bottle did not change, he proceeded to collect the remaining three flas.
At that mont, the lid of the coffin bottle suddenly trembled.
Xuan Ze narrowed his eyes, watching intently.
The cultivators who had claid treasures also gathered behind him.
On the four stone pillars, the animal sculptures began to float, as if phantoms were struggling to break free.
Simultaneously, a series of “popping” sounds echoed.
The lid of the coffin was moving more violently, as if it was about to be overturned any mont—
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