The night was hazy.
It was silent in the courtyard of the old temple.
In the sparkling surface of the ancient well, a bright full moon was reflected.
Before long, a monk was reflected in the water. He did not look old and was in his twenties. His features were refined and his eyes were even clearer than the water in the well.
Su Zimo looked at his reflection in the water and smiled gently.
"Ming Xin, Ming Xin … do you want me to see my true nature and go straight to my heart?"
Su Zimo murmured softly.
At that moment, the old monk was nowhere to be found and Ming Zhen was already asleep.
Frogs croaked and cicadas chirped in his ears. The little fox was sprawled beside the well, sleeping soundly. Suddenly, Su Zimo felt an incomparable sense of serenity in his heart.
At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley that was isolated from the world, Su Zimo's state of mind received an unprecedented baptism.
He had been fighting for the past eight years.
But now, he had finally come to a stop.
This was more like a form of settling down, a return to simplicity.
Looking at the full moon above his head, Su Zimo could not help but recall that night eight years ago.
Wearing a blood-red robe, Die Yue stood beneath the falling peach blossoms and bathed in the moonlight, asking softly, "Do you want to cultivate?"
For the past eight years, Su Zimo had been cultivating the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness every night.
But now that his Inner Core was shattered and he did not have enough energy to replenish it, the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness had no choice but to stop. Su Zimo was truly not used to it.
He felt an emptiness in his heart.
Right then, a voice that was filled with mockery sounded in Su Zimo's ears.
"Lad, are you thinking about how to repair your Inner Core? Hehehehe!"
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat.
The voice appeared without warning and was extremely unfamiliar – it did not belong to the old monk or Ming Zhen!
Instinctively, Su Zimo looked at the little fox at the side.
The little fox was still sleeping soundly and it was clear that she did not hear the voice!
He was the only one who could hear the voice that suddenly appeared!
With a grim expression, Su Zimo looked around, prepared to warn the old monk and young monk at any moment.
"Hahahaha, little doll, stop looking for me. You can't see me!"
The voice sounded again, erratic and difficult to determine the direction. It seemed to be hiding in a corner and laughing at Su Zimo.
This time, Su Zimo calmed down and sneered inwardly.
This person was hiding in the dark, pretending to be mysterious. As long as he ignored him, this person would definitely be the first to lose his patience.
"Kid, I have a way to help you repair your Inner Core. If you want to know, come to the backyard of this hall!"
As expected, the owner of the voice had revealed his intentions.
"The backyard of the main hall?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Before this, the sound of heavy chains would occasionally ring out from the backyard of the main hall, as if something was trapped there, and it was rather irritable.
"Strange."
A look of confusion flashed through Su Zimo's eyes as he lamented to himself, "Master once said that he and Ming Zhen were clearly the only ones in this old temple. This person in the backyard …"
Su Zimo's expression changed as he suddenly thought of a possibility.
There was a high chance that the existence in the backyard was not human, but a malevolent ghost!
It was similar to the white-bloused woman he met outside the old temple.
That was the reason why the old monk said that he and Ming Zhen were the only ones in the old temple.
That was because the existence in the backyard was not human at all!
For Ming Zhen and the old monk to be so fearful without mentioning anything, this malevolent ghost must have a powerful background and definitely not weak!
"Do you want to repair your Inner Core or not? Why are you being so wishy-washy? Hurry and come to the backyard to meet me!" The malevolent ghost's voice sounded once more, seemingly a little impatient.
Naturally, Su Zimo wanted to repair his Inner Core.
However, he truly could not trust a malevolent ghost.
Furthermore, Ming Zhen had warned him repeatedly not to go to the backyard of the main hall.
"Kid, you're truly as timid as a mouse. Do you think I'll harm you?"
"Look at how useless you are! You're far from what I was back then! You can't even compare! Back then, I was fearless and roamed the world unhindered! Who would dare to stop me?! "
"Kid, are you coming or not?"
The malevolent ghost's tone turned weaker.
Su Zimo closed his eyes and rested, unmoved the entire time.
After a moment of silence, the malevolent ghost suddenly said, "Do you want to know what that blood-robed woman did when she came here eight years ago? Hehe, I saw everything back then! "
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat as he opened his eyes.
The blood-robed woman that the malevolent ghost was referring to was clearly Die Yue.
As though it sensed Su Zimo's emotions, the malevolent ghost said smugly, "If you want to know, come to the backyard of the main hall. I'll be waiting for you there, hehehe."
Su Zimo gripped his fists and took a deep breath. Finally, he could not hold it in and stood up, walking towards the back of the main hall.
He did not want to miss out on any news regarding Die Yue.
It did not matter if it was true or not.
Turning around the quaint Grand Hall, Su Zimo arrived at the backyard and stopped in his tracks.
Instinctively, Su Zimo looked over and could not help but open his mouth slightly with deep shock in his eyes.
The backyard of the main hall was an extremely majestic mausoleum forest with boundless tombstones!
One after another, tall tombstones stood upright with clear words etched on them.
"Tomb of Dao Lord Tian Dao of Fahua Monastery."
"Tomb of Dao Lord Fu Yan of Daming Monastery."
"Tomb of Mighty Figure Yu Ze of Fahua Monastery."
"Tomb of Mighty Figure Xu Yun of Daming Monastery."
"Tomb of Mighty Figure Han Fei of the empire's general!"
"…"
At a glance, there were densely packed tombstones standing tall above the tomb.
The mausoleum forest was filled with an inexplicable sense of tragedy.
At the very least, the ones buried here were Dharma Daojun. In fact, Su Zimo even caught sight of quite a number of tombstones of Conjoint Body Mighty Figures!
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo focused his gaze on another tombstone.
"Tomb of Patriarch Hong Guang of Daming Monastery!"
The tomb of a Mahayana Patriarch!
Mahayana Patriarchs were almost peak experts of Tianhuang Mainland.
To think that they would be buried in this mausoleum.
As Su Zimo lamented, his gaze instinctively landed at the center of the mausoleum.
There was only an inconspicuous grave there. If one did not pay attention, they would only think that it was a small mound that protruded slightly.
However, that small mound seemed to be looking down on the entire mausoleum!
There were no other tombstones within a hundred meters of it – there was only that small mound!
Above the grave, there was a wooden board that was crooked.
There were only two words written on the wooden board.
Dharma Emperor!
Those two words seemed to possess a mysterious power.
Su Zimo's expression changed starkly and he felt his chest tighten as he staggered a few steps back uncontrollably!
The tomb of an emperor!
A sentence echoed in Su Zimo's mind and grew louder and louder.
10,000 years ago, emperors bled beneath this rift valley and patriarchs died, burying divine dragons – it was an ominous place!
All of this was real!
The calamity ten thousand years ago was unexpectedly so tragic that an emperor level figure fell here!
Clang! Clang!
The sound of heavy chains could be heard.
Behind the countless tombstones, a tall figure stood up slowly under the hazy moonlight. His aura was torrential, as though he wanted to smash a hole through the firmaments above his head!
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