The Qin unified the six states and also unified the written language. The written language of the six states was almost extinct. What was seen here was a large seal script that looked like the Oracle Bone Script.
Ye Fan didn't stop and strode in. He saw many people enter before him, not because he was afraid of their strength, but because he was afraid that they would act rashly and destroy something valuable.
"Clang!"
A ray of sword light was particularly dazzling in the darkness of the tomb, lighting up a large part of the void. It pierced towards Ye Fan like a rainbow. Someone was trying to kill him.
It was the same everywhere. Where there were people, there would be Jianghu. The cultivators who entered the tomb were naturally here for arts and divine weapons. Everyone was a competitor.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan flicked his finger and a sharp sword like autumn water was shattered into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground like a pile of sparkling glass. He waved his hand and a figure in front of him was sent flying. His bones were all broken and his flesh was a bloody mess as he fell onto the tomb wall.
Ye Fan didn't stop. He had even killed a Dao Severing King before, so he wouldn't care about the life and death of a Life Spring cultivator. His intuition told him that this tomb was not ordinary.
Celestial music sounded, not from the Nine Heavens, but from the depths of the earth. It was like the Nine Nether Soul Song, shocking the soul.
After a while, a white jade staircase appeared, leading to the depths of the underground palace. Mortals couldn't afford to use this kind of material.
Who would use jade to pave the road? Every piece would fetch a sky-high price in an auction, but here, there was a large amount of it leading to the underground.
The people who went down earlier were all impatient, wanting to enter the main point. Now that they could confirm that this was a burial ground for Qi Practitioners, they all wanted to get their hands on the Pre-Qin weapons.
The Pre-Qin referred to the mysterious period before the Qin Dynasty, including the Warring States Period, Spring and Autumn Period, Yinshang Period, and Western Zhou Period.
"Clang, clang …"
The sound of swords rang out as a stone wall blocked the way. It was filled with sword marks and clanging sounds, as if there were peerless masters fighting with their swords.
"Sword sharpening stone!"
Ye Fan was astonished. He had heard that this was a stone used by peak experts to sharpen their swords. Even after tens of thousands of years had passed, sword cries could still be heard. It was because this stone was infused with their sword intent. For many people, this was a rare treasure.
There were four people standing by the grindstone, as if they were comprehending something. When Ye Fan walked over, he found that they were all bleeding from their mouths and noses, their seven apertures cracked, and they had died a violent death.
These people were all Celestial Bridge Realm cultivators and none of them had broken through to the second Secret Realm of the Human Body. They couldn't even withstand the sound of the ancient sword whetstone and died here.
This was the sorrow of the Cultivationless Age. If one could cultivate now, then even if one's natural talent was extraordinary, they couldn't even stop a grindstone from the ancients. It truly made one sigh with regret.
Ye Fan thought for a while and used his fingers like a sword to dig out the stone. He sealed it and threw it to Komatsu. It put away the bell made from Daluo Silver Essence and the small stone Buddha to be studied in the future.
The sound of celestial music was melodious and clearer. When it entered one's ears, it would cleanse one's soul. It would make one's soul tremble and feel comfortable at the same time.
Ye Fan walked down the stairs and stepped on the white jade stairs. He felt a kind of yin coldness. This kind of jade stone was a little special and contained a trace of extreme yin qi.
He came to protect Yang Xiao this time, so he naturally had to eliminate all dangers. He operated the Lunar Scripture and refined the wisps of yin coldness.
Not long after, he entered a vast underground palace and felt a cold wind blowing against his face. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a creature flapping its demonic wings and swooping down to grab the top of his head.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan pointed with his finger and a sword wave blasted out. Blood splashed and the creature was slashed into a bloody mist on the spot. It was actually a bat over two meters long and looked like a demon.
"What a big bat. This underground world is sealed. How did it survive? Could it be that there is another exit to the outside world?" Ye Fan didn't care. There was no need to think about such trivial matters.
He walked forward a few meters and found two corpses with blood all over the ground. Their skulls were opened and they died a miserable death. They had been killed not long ago.
A large tomb from ancient times without any special mechanisms had already taken the lives of six cultivators of later generations. Their deaths were not worth it.
Ye Fan walked to the end of this underground palace and white jade stairs appeared again. They continued to go deeper underground as if they were approaching the legendary cave residence step by step. The project was huge.
During this process, he sent out sword ripples several times, killing dozens of bats. They were all two to three meters long, and their bodies were terrifying. They looked like monsters, but they were all burned to ashes after they died. Otherwise, the archaeologists would definitely be in chaos when they came down.
Ye Fan went even deeper. Immortal music was playing in this place. There was a row of chimes in front of him. They were all ringing on their own without anyone striking them.
He spread out his palm and released strands of multicolored light. They flew towards these chimes and fixed them in place. They no longer made any sound.
These chimes were extremely ancient, but they were well-preserved without the slightest damage. Ye Fan carefully examined them and found that these were things tempered by cultivators over and over again. However, there were no dao marks inside and only something similar to essence, energy, and spirit. It could be assumed that the tomb master loved musical instruments back then. The chimes were unconsciously produced by his imprint after the tomb saw the light of day again.
At this moment, after Ye Fan fixed these chimes in place, the imprint no longer existed and finally dispersed. Because this wasn't a magical artifact, its will couldn't exist forever.
He continued forward and walked inside. Suddenly, he felt a dense killing intent. There were streaks of sword radiance that hacked out like waterfalls. Golden, scarlet, purple, and blue flying swords tore through the air.
Unparalleled killing intent!
Before he even got close, Ye Fan's body was already covered in a layer of goosebumps. This was an extremely powerful flying sword. Even he couldn't withstand it.
"Whose tomb is this? It must have been left behind by an ancient saint!"
One of the scarlet swords was the brightest. It was only the size of a palm, and it flew around in the Underworld, dancing non-stop. Other purple, blue, and gold flying swords followed, tearing through the air.
"No, it's not a real flying sword. It's just a kind of sword will. It's so powerful, so terrifying!" Ye Fan exclaimed.
If the ancient saint's weapon was flying here, he probably wouldn't be able to get close. This kind of sword will alone was extremely frightening. It made one's body feel like it could split the sky.
There were three cultivators from the Holy Zhi Palace lying on the ground. There wasn't a single wound on their bodies. They hadn't been cut by the flying swords, but the sword will had penetrated their bodies and killed them. The cultivators who came in were the furthest they could go, and all of them were dead.
Ye Fan sighed softly. These people could be considered experts in the world, but they died in such a worthless way. They probably didn't even know how they were injured.
The tomb of an ancient saint wasn't a place ordinary people could enter. As long as they had a hint of killing intent, it would be enough to kill any top expert in the world.
This was a stone room for practicing swords. There were seven scabbards the length of a palm hanging on the wall. The workmanship wasn't exquisite, and they were just simple beast skins. They were so tattered that they were about to turn to dust.
From this layout, the ancient saint was very simple. He didn't leave any traps. Other than the Tai Yin Qi that leaked out of the stone door, there was no danger at all.
"Where are the seven divine swords?" Ye Fan searched. He activated his cultivation, wanting to take the seven scabbards.
Pfft!
But with a slight movement, the seven beast skin scabbards all turned to dust. It wasn't because they had been here for too long, but because there was a kind of sword will within them. These materials couldn't withstand it.
After the scabbards were destroyed, the seven streaks of sword light that were slashing through the stone room also disappeared. They were annihilated in the void, and the endless killing intent disappeared.
Ye Fan sighed inwardly. It was a pity that these seven scabbards had self-destructed. Otherwise, they would be priceless treasures. Through the terrifying sword will contained within, he could most likely restore the tomb master's supreme sword control technique.
He thought about it and felt relieved. He had obtained quite a lot of scriptures. When he was on Mars, the ancient saint said that it wasn't good to continue like this, and that there might be a great disaster.
Walking past this stone room, he entered a place of raging flames. A sea of flames blocked his way, and the temperature was frighteningly high. It was actually the essence fire of the sun.
Through the flames, he could see that there was a coffin wrapped around by an ancient vine. It was buried in the deepest part of the tomb, and it made this place flourish with brilliance.
Cremation coffin!
The legendary cremation coffins were all people with great origins. Ordinary people didn't have the ability to set them up, because they needed the essence of the sun and a fire vine raised from the essence blood of a saint.
That ancient vine seemed to be thousands of years old. Its roots were like a horned dragon, and its leaves were pure gold, glistening and incomparably resplendent in the flames.
It took root in the essence fire of the sun and absorbed the essence fire's nutrients to grow. It could be called a dream-like spiritual vine, and it was a treasure used to forge weapons.
The seeds of the fire vine were extremely rare, especially those that could take root in the essence fire of the sun. They were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and they were the favorites of the ancient saints.
Why did they choose this kind of cremation? There were many legends. The most accurate explanation was that the saint knew that he was about to die, so he used the fire vine's extreme yang essence to hang on to the last strand of yang energy in his body, waiting for his resurrection. That was why the cremation coffin was so extraordinary!
A piece of essence fire of the sun, a fire vine, a coffin, and an ancient saint.
Ye Fan was extremely shocked. He had actually seen such a thing. Could it be that this ancient saint could be resurrected? Could it be that he was a stunning character who left his name in history?
Komatsu was very nervous. The purple fur on his body flickered, and a pair of black gem-like eyes blinked gently. He obediently followed Ye Fan and didn't dare to go forward.
"This ancient saint didn't set up a trap to kill intruders in the tomb, so he must be very kind. There shouldn't be too much danger here."
Ye Fan cultivated the Sun Scripture, so he wasn't afraid of the sun's true flames. He entered the blazing flames and circled around the coffin to carefully examine it.
This kind of flame was extremely terrifying. Under normal circumstances, even a Dao Severing King wouldn't be able to approach it. Touching it would inevitably turn them into ashes. The flames were terrifying.
The fire vine was thick and strong, and each leaf made a sonorous sound upon contact. It seemed to be forged from phoenix blood and gold. The thick, dragon-like vines wrapped around the ancient coffin and lifted it into the air.
The coffin carried death, and it was originally an inauspicious thing. However, this place was accompanied by the golden fire vine, and it was full of vitality.
Ye Fan silently sensed it, and then he sighed softly. The person in the coffin had died. He couldn't use the Yang Flame Essence to support the last strand of yang energy, so he didn't revive.
Then, he noticed a tablet beside the coffin. It was actually forged from bronze, and it was extremely heavy and sturdy. There were a few ancient characters on it, and they were Zhong Ding characters.
After Ye Fan returned, he had always been enriching himself. He read Huangting, Nanhua, and entered various great libraries. He read unique books, consulted authorities, and learned various ancient characters such as oracle bones.
He recognized some of the ancient characters on it. At this moment, his heart was greatly shaken, and heaven overflowing waves surged. This was indeed an outstanding and famous character from the ancient times!
Chi Song Zi was recorded in the Daoist scripture. It was recorded in the Legends of Immortals, and it was said that he was an ancient immortal. Moreover, there were also records in other ancient texts. The Huainan Zi was the earliest, and there were traces of it that could be examined.
The origin of this ancient tomb could only be described as terrifying. Ye Fan was incomparably shaken. Through the Heavenly Eye, he saw an extraordinary thing inside the coffin.
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