Yan Zhaoge's expression changed as he immediately summoned the Myriad Dragon Palace, keeping Ah Hu within.
Feng Yunsheng forcibly sheathed her Cold Sun Divine Sabre, the dim blue radiance within her eyes vanishing before she too leapt into the Myriad Dragon Palace of her own accord.
"How did it feel?" Yan Zhaoge asked Ah Hu via sound transmission.
Having entered the Myriad Dragon Palace, Ah Hu seemed to have woken up, his gaze regaining clarity.
However, he was still at a loss as to what he had felt earlier, "There was no special feeling. It was like I was lost in thought or sleepy, taking a nap."
Feng Yunsheng similarly shook her head, "There was no obvious special feeling. When I was slightly lost in thought, the Cold Sun Divine Sabre automatically reacted."
"Still, there is definitely something wrong. Otherwise, the Cold Sun Divine Sabre would not have shown such signs of protecting its owner."
Yan Zhaoge knit his brows slightly, keeping the Myriad Dragon Palace as he appraised the surroundings before him earnestly.
There still did not seem to be anything special about the dim mausoleum passageway.
However he looked at it now, it just seemed strange.
The Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners beside him were all Martial Saints as they could more or less detect this abnormality.
This was especially so for the Chief of the Dim Darkness Sect, Zhou Haosheng, whose expression was even more solemn, "Something's not quite right. Everyone, be careful."
His true essence was released from the acupoints of his entire body, vaguely forming a layer of black qi which resembled the descent of night, dim and dim as it isolated the surrounding radiance.
They walked for a while longer. Yan Zhaoge focused on observing the surroundings, yet vaguely felt as though his mind had been cast within that dim radiance as well, unable to extricate itself.
He was vigilant. The more he observed and guarded against it, the easier it would instead be for him to lose focus.
This was actually a kind of mausoleum's restrictions, formlessly injuring one as they would unknowingly fall for it.
And the deeper they ventured into the mausoleum, the more powerful this strange mausoleum's restrictions became.
Observing that dim radiance, Yan Zhaoge gradually came to an understanding, "Standing within, one will gradually be assimilated by this dim radiance, losing their consciousness as they become muddle-headed."
"In the end, they will become puppets that are like walking corpses. Those puppets outside all came this way."
Yan Zhaoge's gaze began to turn calm, deep and chaotic as it was even more blurry and unclear than this dim radiance before him.
Circulating the Peerless Heavenly Scripture, Yan Zhaoge appeared no different on the outside. Yet, his entire person seemed to have transformed into chaos as he was isolated from the assimilation of that dim radiance.
As they proceeded forward, more and more Dim Darkness Sect experts began showing signs of falling behind.
Luckily, Zhou Haosheng and the other top few big shots were still clear-headed, and Bing was constantly paying attention to their own sect members.
Zhou Haosheng sighed as he watched the power of the restriction grow stronger and stronger.
With a wave of his hand, a long black banner appeared. As he waved it, streaks of black light sprinkled down like silk ribbons.
A great part of the dim radiance within the mausoleum passageway was instantly cut off. The Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners all regained consciousness, their expressions all rather blank as they then rejoiced and fearful afterwards.
Yan Zhaoge looked rather interestedly at the banner in Zhou Haosheng's hands that resembled a flag whilst also a spear.
The Dim Darkness Sect did not possess a high-grade Sacred Artifact. Still, it possessed a mid-grade Sacred Artifact, the Soul Brocade Banner. Its quality was rather outstanding and it had many wondrous uses. It could also be said to be a supreme treasure which had always been wielded by its Chief.
The long black banner in front of him must be the Soul Brocade Banner.
Looking back at Yan Zhaoge now, Zhou Haosheng could not help but be slightly taken aback as he saw Yan Zhaoge's clear eyes.
Aside from the two Martial Grandmasters, the one with the lowest cultivation base here was Yan Zhaoge of the first level of the Martial Saint realm, the early Merging Avatar stage.
Yan Zhaoge's personal strength was shocking as it far surpassed most martial practitioners of the same cultivation level. This was something that everyone had gradually acknowledged now.
However, Zhou Haosheng and the others were still taken aback by how relaxed he appeared within the Dim Radiant Mausoleum.
"This youngster is even more unfathomable than my previous impression of him …" Zhou Haosheng thought as he expanded the Soul Brocade Banner.
The dim black light enveloped and protected Yan Zhaoge as well.
Yan Zhaoge smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, moving along with them.
The further in they went, the stronger the assimilating force of the restriction became. Afterwards, even with Zhou Haosheng's cultivation base at the peak of the late Seeing Divinity Martial Saint realm and the mid-grade Sacred Artifact, the Soul Brocade Banner, they were gradually unable to withstand it.
Even Zhou Haosheng felt like he was in a trance.
Fortunately, the fragmented treasures that were related to the Dim Radiant Mausoleum that they possessed continued to be of use at this moment.
Bolstered by the radiance of the fragmented treasures, a considerable portion of the pressure was lessened as Yan Zhaoge, Zhou Haosheng and the others were able to continue venturing deeper into the mausoleum.
When they arrived at the very bottom of the mausoleum, they saw numerous dim streams of light that resembled chains congregating at the centre of the mausoleum.
A massive stone coffin hovered there!
However, everyone was rendered wide-eyed and tongue-tied as the lid of that stone coffin had been opened. Gazing into the distance, no corpse could be seen within!
Zhou Haosheng and the others stared dazedly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.
Yan Zhaoge felt astonished as well, "Could it be that the Dim Radiant Emperor is not dead? Everything that happened that year was just a facade to deceive others? "
"Or perhaps it was like the Exalted Solar Luminary Gao Han, playing a trick of a cicada shedding its carapace and replacing it?"
Yan Zhaoge's gaze turned deep and distant, "No …"
That stone coffin had been used before, having been opened by someone afterwards. It was not that Yin Tianxia had not used it.
The mausoleum was filled with the air of death and gloom.
Such a majestic qi of death and extermination meant that an extremely powerful existence had indeed once been buried here.
In that case, had the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia revived many years later and left this place?
Or had someone opened the coffin and moved away Yin Tianxia's corpse?
Whichever possibility it was, everyone's hairs would stand on end as a chill rapidly arose from their tailbones.
The expressions of Zhou Haosheng and the others changed unceasingly. While they felt joyful that the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia might still be alive, they were also worried about the mysterious disappearance of their founder's corpse.
This was especially so for those people who had entered the mausoleum earlier and turned into puppets. How exactly had they managed to do so had always been a mystery.
Under such circumstances, looking at the currently empty stone coffin, one could not help but feel that things were not optimistic.
Gazing carefully, everyone saw that there was a lone lamp placed atop the stone coffin.
The lamp was half-black and half-white, but there was a clear distinction between the black and white as there were no impurities in it at all. Yet, it was perfectly and flawlessly formed as though it had been formed by nature without any traces of artificiality at all.
The lamp had long since been extinguished. Still, streams of radiance connected the surroundings of the mausoleum.
The expression of a Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioner changed as he exclaimed, "Dim Radiant Lamp!"
Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge's gaze hardened.
The Dim Radiant Lamp, the legendary treasure of the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia that year, a high-grade Sacred Artifact, had vanished alongside him.
All these years, everyone had always guessed that the Dim Radiant Lamp had been buried alongside Yin Tianxia in the Dim Radiant Mausoleum.
In having come to explore the Dim Radiant Mausoleum this time, the Dim Radiant Lamp had been their primary target!
From the looks of it now, this Dim Radiant Lamp seemed to have been greatly damaged as well.
Still, it was clearly still a supreme treasure. This was clearly indisputable.
Gazing at the Dim Radiant Lamp, Zhou Haosheng bowed before walking forward, extending his hand towards that ancient lamp that was half-black and half-white. (To be continued.)
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