After the radiance had faded, Yan Zhaoge carefully appraised the world before him.
The heavens and earth they were currently in was rather strange, with the distant horizon as the boundary between black and white.
The great earth beneath their feet flickered with dense radiance, causing one to be unable to clearly see the truth within.
The sky above their heads was completely dark. Even if light illuminated the great earth down below, it was still pitch black.
Numerous streams of light formed of runes could be seen between the heavens and the earth, resembling numerous chains that connected the darkness above and the radiance below.
A dim, unclear aura coiled around those rune chains, coming together to form layer after layer of barriers that resembled numerous thin veils.
Yan Zhaoge knew that these were numerous layers of restrictions that protected the Dim Radiant Mausoleum while also preventing outsiders from entering.
Turning around, Zhang Xuan saw a gigantic mausoleum before him, standing there quietly. The restrictive spells around the mausoleum were there to protect it.
Due to the treasures they possessed, their group had directly passed through most of the restrictions on the outside, arriving directly in the vicinity of the mausoleum itself.
Looking from the outside, the mausoleum of the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia resembled a massive altar.
Radiance circulated on the surface of the altar, yet it was not bright as it instead gave off a dim, gloomy feeling.
The dim sky and the bright earth seemed to converge and merge, jointly forming this majestic structure.
Inscriptions could be seen on the surface of the altar, seemingly condensing the flow of time.
Zhou Haosheng and the others simultaneously bowed towards the Dim Radiant Mausoleum, silently praising it.
The voices of these Martial Saint experts were even trembling slightly as they spoke now, unable to control their emotions.
Yan Zhaoge expressed his understanding towards this. The person who was slumbering here was one of the most important figures in the entire history of the Dim Radiant Sect. Sometimes, the words' one of 'could even be removed.
Within the Dim Radiant Sect, besides its founder, there was probably no one who could be mentioned in the same breath as the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia.
Whether it was in terms of individual strength or the glory of the Dim Radiant Sect as a whole, Yin Tianxia was unquestionably the number one figure in history, surpassing all his predecessors.
After the Great Calamity, countless dao legacies had withered. Yet, under Yin Tianxia's leadership, the Dim Radiant Sect had ascended to unprecedented heights.
The more glorious it had been, the more the Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners who were currently at a low ebb felt reverence towards that era.
As Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu entered, they all bowed solemnly towards the mausoleum as well.
Entering the mausoleum of the predecessors meant that there was a possibility of obtaining treasures and fortuitous encounters.
Zhou Haosheng and the others glanced back at Yan Zhaoge deeply.
Yan Zhaoge could tell that they were actually not very happy about people like him who were not of the Dim Radiant Sect's lineage entering the Dim Radiant Mausoleum.
Now, seemingly due to the approach of Yan Zhaoge and the others, a sound actually resounded from within the mausoleum.
Zhou Haosheng's expression changed slightly as he no longer cared about Yan Zhaoge and the others as he hurriedly swivelled his head to look.
Several figures of light appeared on the mausoleum that looked like an altar.
These figures of light gradually turned into human figures. Their bodies were half black and half white, and light and dark intersected, giving off a strange feeling.
Looking carefully over as well, Yan Zhaoge and the others discovered that these people all had lifeless gazes, their faces expressionless as they seemed completely devoid of life, resembling puppets.
However, these strange figures all exuded a vigorous warrior's Qi and blood.
This meant that they were actually martial artists, but they were like the living dead that had lost their minds.
"A spirit that guards the tomb? The Dim Radiant Emperor did not allow anyone to be buried alongside him that year. " As Yan Zhaoge looked, his expression gradually turned strange, "Could it be that someone entered the mausoleum earlier in an attempt to search for treasures, but ended up dying beneath the restrictions of the mausoleum, having been bound and enslaved instead? But … "
Still, if they were used to guard the mausoleum, their cultivation bases would really be a little too low.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept over, seeing that there were more than ten figures before him, one of whom was a Martial Saint while the rest were all Martial Grandmasters.
Normally speaking, such a force could not be considered weak. In the World beyond Worlds, they would be able to occupy a territory at the very least, and in the lower worlds, they would be hegemons of a region.
But what was this place? This was the burial ground of the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia.
Although Yin Tianxia had been dead for many years, the restrictions of his mausoleum had still been able to easily keep two Exalts at bay.
If one were to say that these people were guarding the mausoleum for Yin Tianxia, it would really be a cold joke.
The problem then was that even two Exalts had not been able to forcibly barge in. How had these people entered the mausoleum that year?
Zhou Haosheng's face was livid as he said not a word, walking into the mausoleum.
The other Dim Darkness Sect experts followed closely behind him.
The current situation meant that someone had already beaten them to it. These people who had already been turned into puppets were not important. What was important was that since they had been able to enter this place, it meant that they had most likely been led by an even stronger expert.
Those people might not have been refined into puppets as they might have already entered the depths of the mausoleum and obtained some gains.
Looking at the backs of Zhou Haosheng and the others, Yan Zhaoge shrugged. No one knew how long ago those who had beaten them to it had arrived. Perhaps they had already long since left after profiting greatly.
It was just that there was no need to say this to provoke Zhou Haosheng and the others. The Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners were already feeling despondent to the point of erupting.
Ah Hu secretly sent via sound transmission, "Young Master, someone beat us to it. It might already have been emptied out. Is there still a need for us to take the risk and enter?"
"Let's go in," Yan Zhaoge led the way and followed them.
Gazing at the dim, dim scene of the mausoleum before him, he vaguely felt like there seemed to be something within that was drawing him over.
As soon as they neared the mausoleum in the form of an altar, those puppets came over of their own accord.
Noticing their stance, Yan Zhaoge instantly frowned slightly.
This was because he discovered that these martial practitioners' cultivation bases aside, the martial arts they executed were clearly extremely profound.
It was roughly on par with the Time Flowing Sword of Shen Lingzi's lineage, even being more powerful than the martial arts of the Grand Xuan Dynasty, the Dim Darkness Sect and the North Sea Sword Pavilion!
Carefully appraising them, Yan Zhaoge saw that the martial arts of a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster who had been alive actually seemed to be of the direct lineage of the Yin Yang Heavenly Scripture!
"These people's origins are probably not ordinary," Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly into slits.
Looking at these puppets, Zhou Haosheng's face was sunken as he inhaled deeply, "Emperor above, please forgive this disciple for his impoliteness."
With the difference in their cultivation bases being too great, he casually swept out with a palm, those puppets instantly all shattered.
Zhou Haosheng took the lead, entering the mausoleum.
Yan Zhaoge and the other Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners entered as well.
Truly stepping within, they did not feel any power obstructing them, also seemingly not triggering any other restrictions of the mausoleum.
However, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly arose within Yan Zhaoge's heart.
Walking within the mausoleum, dim radiance filled the entire area as the path seemed endless.
With lower cultivation bases, Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu were the first to react.
Yan Zhaoge noticed that Ah Hu's gaze had gradually turned dazed, but he himself felt nothing at all.
Meanwhile, the Cold Sun Divine Sabre behind Feng Yunsheng's back was unsheathed.
Feng Yunsheng herself was slightly taken aback as dim blue radiance suddenly lit up within her pupils, resembling two cold suns. (To be continued.)
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