Zhang Yan and Song Chuyuan stepped into the cave. In front of them was a passageway made of bricks and stones. On both sides of the stone walls, there were long burning lamps. The candlelight was faint, and from time to time, male and female ghost faces would appear, crying and laughing at the two of them. These were the evil spirits that were imprisoned here, used to guard the cave.
Song Chuyuan was a disciple of the Corpse Cult, so he did not look at them. Zhang Yan's expression was the same as usual. If it wasn't for the protection of this place, with the spiritual aura of the two of them, they would be able to shatter these evil spirits from a few miles away.
The deeper they went into the passageway, the heavier the evil spirit became. About a moment later, a cave of several acres in size appeared in front of them. The top of the cave was polished to the point that it was as smooth as water. There were three pits below. Two pits were filled with the bones of pigs, sheep, cows, and horses, while the one in the middle was filled with human bones. There were at least tens of thousands of them.
Song Chuyuan looked at Zhang Yan's expression and carefully explained, "Zhenren, this is the tomb of a feudal vassal. These bones were not made by the ancestors of our cult, but the vassal's sacrifice. Although our sect refines corpse tools, we also have strict rules. We must not kill ordinary people indiscriminately. Ever since I started cultivating, I have never dared to violate it."
Zhang Yan did not comment. He heard that the disciples of the Corpse Cult usually hid in desolate tombs in order to refine corpses. Presumably, this place was the same. Even if there were strict rules, it was inevitable that such behavior would not be tolerated by the world.
The two of them walked around the pit and saw seven coffins at the end. The lids were all pasted with talismans, but one of them had already been opened, and the lid was slanted to the side.
Song Chuyuan walked closer, looked at the empty coffin, and said, "This should be the location of the Vigorous Corpse Demon Spirit Coffin outside the cave. The talismans must have loosened, so it ran out."
He walked around the remaining six coffins. His eyes could not help but shine, and he gently exhaled. Immediately, a yin wind blew, blowing away all the talismans on the coffins.
After waiting for a moment, there was movement in the six coffins. With several banging sounds, the coffin lids were lifted to one side.
Song Chuyuan hurriedly cast a spell and pointed forward. Previously, this spell was able to suppress the Vigorous Corpse Demon, but now it didn't seem to listen to him. The refined corpse in the coffin seemed like it was about to climb out. However, he did not panic. He took out the Lifeless Coffin that Zhang Yan had returned to him and released a gray fog that instantly covered the area below. He then said, "Withdraw!"
The mist instantly dissipated. He returned to the Lifeless Treasure Coffin. When he looked at the six coffins again, they were already empty.
His expression was very happy, he turned to Zhang Yan and said, "Reverend, these corpses were left behind by this lowly one's master ancestor. With these corpses, after sixteen years on the dragon pillar, Even if it's a second Yuanying cultivator, this lowly one has the confidence to fight. "
Zhang Yan nodded. These words were not empty words. The Corpse Cult was the last of the three evil sects to be eradicated. Naturally, there was a reason for it. Its tyrannical aspect was that the refined corpse left by the master could be used by the disciple. Just Now, he had also seen the Vigorous Corpse Demon. If a normal Yuanying cultivator were to face it head-on, he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything.
After withdrawing the refined corpse. The two continued to go in. Not long after, they had entered the depths of the mausoleum. They arrived at a spacious hall. This place was like a marquis's mansion, with jade railings and gold and stone floors. A bronze sparrow sun-chasing lamp hung above, although it was as bright as day. On both sides, there were dark red curtains, and every ten steps, a layer of gauze was hung. On both sides of the road, there were hundreds of gold and silver utensils, all filled with jade beads and agate, which were all buried with him. It was obvious that the marquis's status was quite high.
At the end of the cave, there was only a stone wall. Above it was a purple-copper eave, and below it was black and green bricks. The gap between the bricks was a finger wide, and mercury slowly flowed inside. On the left and right sides of the wall, there were five doors. The inside was dark, and no one knew how deep it was.
Seeing that Song Chuyuan was hesitant to move forward, Zhang Yan couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Song, could it be that you don't know where to go?"
Song Chuyuan hurriedly said, "Reverend, only one of these ten doors is real. If you enter carelessly, the hidden treasures in the cave will definitely be destroyed …"
At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot that there should be a Yu Ling from my sect here. Once this lowly one summons it, I will know."
He took two steps back and pinched his fingers to make a sign. Not long after, a beautiful figure actually floated down from the wall.
Zhang Yan turned his head to take a look. This woman was wearing a hair bun with a hairpin inserted horizontally. She wore a short skirt and a jade belt around her waist. Her figure was graceful, but upon closer inspection, her facial features were actually drawn with a brush. It was extremely stiff. So it turned out that she was just a paper person.
The paper girl silently arrived in front of the two of them and bowed to Song Chuyuan. Then, she pointed to a passageway on the right that was close to the corner of the wall.
Song Chuyuan clapped his hands and said, "Done."
After finding the correct path, the two of them followed this slanted downwards passageway for about three hundred meters before arriving inside another cave.
There was nothing else here other than a stone slab that was three meters long and three meters wide on the ground. On it was a picture of nine ghosts devouring a heart, and it looked sinister and terrifying.
Song Chuyuan took out a blood jade bracelet from his sleeve and lightly shook it downwards. The stone slab rumbled and moved backwards, revealing a hole.
Zhang Yan glanced at it. Below was a stone room that was ten steps wide. In the middle was a large black glazed vat that was sealed with white mud. On top of the vat was a wooden ox head, and the nose ring was rather similar to the blood jade bracelet that Song Chuyuan was holding.
Song Chuyuan's mood was clearly rather excited. He jumped down and looked at the ox head, thinking to himself, "The books that my grandmaster brought out that day should all be here."
He rolled up his sleeve and put the item into his sleeve. Only then did he cast his gaze on the large vat, knowing that the storehouse should be inside.
However, after inspecting it once, he revealed a difficult expression. He raised his head and said, "This white mud is refined by mixing Tan grass paste into the beard of the ink-ghost. It can't be forcefully opened with brute force. It needs two Yuanying cultivators to use the Yang fire to refine it, and only then can it be opened. If Zhenren wants to take the items inside, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a period of time."
Zhang Yan didn't mind and said with a smile, "There's no need to rush. After returning to the sect, it won't be too late to think of a way."
Song Chuyuan hurriedly agreed.
The two of them put away the large vat and quickly left this place. They sealed the door of the cave and then flew up into the sky, heading back to Cang Zhu Peak.
Three days later, Zhang Yan and Song Chuyuan returned to Deep Abyss Sect together. As soon as they entered the sect, he called Zhang Boyan over and ordered him to think of a way to open the layer of mud with Song Chuyuan, while he himself returned to the cave. He entered a meditative state to cultivate.
However, the moment he sat down, he felt that his body was different from before. There was a strange feeling surging up, as if an opportunity was right in front of him.
Unconsciously, he moved his mind and immediately got rid of all distracting thoughts. He simply sealed the door of the mansion and ignored the outside world, focusing on cultivating his skills.
Under the operation of the Xuan Technique, the Jun Yang essence in the High Cloud was turned into the purest spiritual energy. Under the guidance of his spirit, it flowed into his limbs and bones, and then traveled back and forth in his meridians. Every time it traveled, the High Cloud above his head would solidify a little, and the mana around him would grow stronger.
He didn't think about it in advance. Unknowingly, it was already the seventh year of his closed-door cultivation.
On this day, he felt that the inside of his body was bright, and the accumulated spiritual pool was finally overflowing. He smiled and let his Qi activity rise. It climbed to the top of his head, and then rushed out of the door. His body shook slightly, and the third High Cloud above his head suddenly solidified. With a rumble, a Yuanying leaped out and floated in mid-air, its body emitted a dazzling brilliance.
At this moment, hundreds of disciples in Deep Abyss Sect were still having their morning class. However, they felt a tremor under their feet, as if the mountains were shaking. Only then did a muffled sound came from afar. Everyone looked up and was stunned, and then a deep shock emerged in their hearts.
Streams of five-colored light were released from the peak of the mountain, and at this moment, all the spiritual energy on Cang Zhu Peak was gathering towards the peak. Because it was too violent, even the High Cloud in the sky had a vortex of a hundred miles in size, and there were occasional flashes of lightning.
Chu Mu Ran, Zhao Ge, and Wen Liang sensed it and ran out of the cave abode. They looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky, and a thought appeared in their minds. "Sect Master Shixiong has broken through to the next realm!"
Mount E Sect, Huang Hua Hall.
Bai Jiying was in the hall discussing with a group of Elders.
After Yong Fu passed away, he took over the position of Sect Master. His cultivation was the highest in the sect, and he was also the eldest disciple of the previous Sect Master, so it was natural for this to happen. However, at this moment, he didn't look too good.
After the battle between Yong Fu and Zhang Yan, although Yong Fu gave up the position of Celestial City Master, Mount E Sect did not offer any tribute like the other sects.
Since Yong Fu's death, Bai Jiying felt that Mount E Sect was not as good as before, and felt that this matter must not be repeated, so he intended to make up for the tribute.
However, as soon as this idea came out, it was strongly opposed by a few Core Formation Elders in the sect.
One of the Elders said, "Hanyuan School has only been in glory for ten years. Mount E Sect has been in charge of Celestial City for hundreds of years, and our roots are deep. We only worship Zhong Tai as our Upper Sect, why do we need to listen to Priest Zhang?"
Bai Jiying said in a deep voice, "Uncle Master Mo, before Master died, he had repeatedly told us that we must respect the disciples of Hanyuan. His meaning is self-evident. Mount E Sect is deep in the Shenwu Mountain, and since Hanyuan School is the Celestial City Master, we should obey."
The Elder was thinking about something when a disciple rushed into the hall and shouted, "Sect Master Shixiong, Sect Master Shixiong …"
He looked displeased and scolded, "Why are you making such a big fuss? When Shixiong was here, there were no such unruly disciples."
Bai Jiying could not help but frown when he heard him scold the locust. He looked down and said, "Shixiong, why are you so flustered?"
The disciple pointed outside and said, "Shixiong, quickly come and see, there seems to be some changes over at Hanyuan School."
Bai Jiying was stunned. He immediately went down the jade steps and left the hall. A few Elders looked at each other and followed him out.
Everyone looked towards the southeast direction and saw that a thousand miles away, there was a cloud whirling, as if a gap had opened in the sky. Seeing such a scene, everyone was shocked.
An Elder said, "This, could this be a demon cultivator's tribulation?"
Bai Jiying felt that the spiritual vigor in the sky seemed to be gathering on the vermillion peak outside. Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil. He shook his head and said, "It's not like that. I heard Master say that if a cultivator's mana is strong and unparalleled, when he breaks through to the next realm, he can trigger a phenomenon of heaven and earth. In Hanyuan School, there is only one person with such a cultivation, Immortal Zhang. If I am not wrong, this Sect Master's cultivation is one level higher."
The Elders were stunned. A cultivator breaking through to the next realm could actually trigger a phenomenon of heaven and earth. How strong must his mana be?
"Elders," Bai Jiying turned around and looked around. He said in a deep voice, "What I said earlier, does anyone have any objections?"
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PS:
I came home a little late, but I still made it up.
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