Book 1, Chapter 285
After killing a few more plants, Zhao Fu sensed something and brought Lang Qing to a tombstone. The tombstone was 100 meters tall and seemed to be made of green jade. The words' Witch's Tomb 'were carved on it, and the words were elegant and thin, as if they were constantly changing.
Lang Qing asked curiously, "What is this place?"
Zhao Fu looked at the tombstone and replied, "I don't know, but there might be something I want in there. You stay here for now."
Lang Qing smiled and nodded.
Zhao Fu flew into the tombstone and came to a dark and eerie space. It seemed to be a passageway, and it was surrounded by walls.
As Zhao Fu appeared, the scarecrows' eyes flashed with a strange blood-red light as they slowly got up from the ground. Their blood-red eyes looked at Zhao Fu, seeming incredibly horrifying in the darkness and causing one's hairs to stand on end.
After these scarecrows appeared, they did not do anything and just stood there in a daze.
Zhao Fu felt quite confused and took a step forward, and the scarecrows also took a step forward. Seeing this, Zhao Fu frowned and took another step forward, and the scarecrows did the same.
Were these scarecrows imitating him?
Zhao Fu thought to himself and waved his finger, causing a sharp black crescent to slash out, slashing apart a few scarecrows' bodies. Grass flew everywhere, and it seemed as if they could not resist at all.
However, something strange happened next. The slashed straws slowly crawled back up, and their bodies reformed, while the grass flew back to the scarecrows.
Zhao Fu's body felt pain, as if he had been slashed by a sword. However, he was not injured, and it only hurt a little.
The scarecrows continued to use their blood-red eyes to look at Zhao Fu strangely.
Zhao Fu felt quite strange, "Is this because I attacked the scarecrows and got injured?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fu's body retreated, and the scarecrows did the same. They did not just blur Zhao Fu, but they also used some sort of power to synchronize with Zhao Fu. This was why their actions were the same as Zhao Fu's, and the damage they received would be reflected on Zhao Fu's body.
Then why didn't he attack these straws?
Zhao Fu walked forward, and so did the scarecrow. Both of them walked forward step by step. Zhao Fu also became more careful, on guard against the scarecrow's attacks. This was the Sorcerer Tribe's holy land, and they could only use sorcery power. Zhao Fu's power was greatly reduced.
These scarecrows walked forward in a daze. They did not seem to have any intention of attacking Zhao Fu. The moment they walked past, Zhao Fu felt his surroundings change. Zhao Fu was once again standing in front of Zhao Fu. The scarecrows were once again standing in front of Zhao Fu. It was an extremely strange sight.
Zhao Fu also had a headache. "How do we get to this place?"
Outside the Sacred Grounds, there were also many people who were paying attention to Zhao Fu, because Zhao Fu was a strong candidate to become the Young Clan Leader, and they also knew about this place.
The scholarly-looking middle-aged man said, "That place is quite strange. The person who built that tomb was an extremely famous expert in the Sorcerer Tribe."
The beautiful woman in the red dress smiled as she said, "I was trapped there before and spent a lot of effort to escape. Even genius-level Sorcerer Sons find it difficult to pass through."
The scholarly-looking man nodded and said, "Mm, any attacks there are meaningless, and they will only reflect back at one's body. He can only use other methods to pass through. Let's see what method he'll use; I'm quite curious about this."
Zhao Fu stood there, thinking about how to pass through. He could faintly sense that this was an ethereal and mysterious sorcery power.
Seeing that Zhao Fu was not moving, the scarecrows slowly raised their hands and vigorously hit their heads, causing Zhao Fu's head to ache.
Zhao Fu angrily looked at the scarecrows, but he did not have time to think about anything. He activated the Fate Dragon within his body, and traces of pure Fate flowed out of Zhao Fu's body.
Fate was the best thing to defend against some mysterious and mystical powers, such as curses, divination, and prophecies. Anyone who used a curse or divination on Zhao Fu would suffer a backlash from Fate, so Zhao Fu immediately used his Fate to defend.
Everyone sensed Zhao Fu's Fate. Even though Zhao Fu had hidden his Fate, the experts could still sense some information, causing them to look quite surprised.
The elderly woman said curiously, "This is Emperor's Fate!"
The scholarly-looking man felt quite curious as well, "Very few people in the Primal Chaos World have Emperor's Fate, and this person's Emperor's Fate seems to be quite powerful. Just who is he?"
The beautiful woman in the red dress said, "I think he's an Imperial Prince or an Emperor."
The valiant-looking young man frowned, "Then his identity is even more strange. If he's an Imperial Prince, we should be able to investigate his identity. Also, how did an Imperial Prince obtain our Witch Race's legacy?"
The elderly woman said seriously, "There are more and more suspicious things about him; we need to pay more attention to him."
The scholarly-looking man said seriously, "I've been paying attention to him from the very beginning, and I feel that his identity is quite terrifying. I hope that he won't bring harm to the Witch Race."
The cold-looking woman said, "I hope that Wu Ying can suppress him; I don't want someone like him to become our Witch Race's Young Clan Leader; he'll definitely cause a lot of trouble in the future."
Back at Zhao Fu, she looked at him.
After Zhao Fu's body gave off a large amount of Fate, the scarecrows' movements seemed to become even slower; this meant that Zhao Fu's attack was effective.
Zhao Fu once again walked forwards, and the scarecrows also walked forward slowly and clumsily. Zhao Fu gave off an even greater amount of Fate as he continued to walk forwards.
The scarecrows slowly stopped and stood there without moving, and the blood-red light in their eyes dimmed.
Seeing this, Zhao Fu smiled and walked past the scarecrows.
In that instant, the scenery around him rapidly changed, and Zhao Fu returned to his original spot. The scarecrows stood in front of him, and the scene was the same as before.
"What's going on?" Zhao Fu thought about it and felt a headache coming on.
Perhaps the change in location had nothing to do with the scarecrows, and perhaps it was because of this space. Zhao Fu sent a large amount of Fate into his eyes, causing them to give off a spiritual light.
Zhao Fu continued to walk forwards, and the scarecrows did not move.
When Zhao Fu walked past the scarecrow, Zhao Fu saw a thin layer in his eyes. He immediately stretched out his hand and pressed down with a large amount of Fate.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out as the thin layer shattered. Zhao Fu's body stopped there and did not return to his original spot.
Zhao Fu continued to walk forwards and did not return to his original spot. Now that this matter had been resolved, Zhao Fu let out a sigh of relief.
Zhao Fu continued to walk along the passageway.
Ten or so minutes later, Zhao Fu came before a ten-meter tall bronze statue. This bronze statue was of an old man wearing sorcerer robes. He had a bone crown on his head and held a short wooden staff.
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