The Nine Bridges of Death and One Bridge of Life began to crumble. The ancient jade stones fell into the bottomless abyss and were shredded into pieces by the black wind.
There was only one real bridge left, the altar that led to the tomb.
The altar was hidden in the boundless darkness, like a mountain that had been floating in the cold, ancient, and dark universe for countless years.
The altar was shaped like an ice crown. The stairs below it were enormous, a few times taller than a person. The stairs were not meant for humans to climb, but for a giant god to ascend.
Looking from afar, there were red silks hanging down from the altar. Bunches of red silk were distributed on the edges of each giant staircase. Only when he got closer did he realize that the red silk was not silk at all. Instead, it was a waterfall of blood that had reached a certain degree of viscosity.
The edges of the stairs were shaped like the heads of dragons. The waterfall of blood was spat out from the mouths of the dragons, pouring down from high above. They could even hear the rumbling of the waterfall.
Zhang Xiaohou remembered that the eaves of the museum in the inner city had the same kind of dragon that was spitting out water. However, the ones in the museum were clearly draining water from the eaves. It was beautiful and spectacular when it rained. However, the dragon that was spitting out water at the altar was creepy. He did not know if it was red liquid or real blood … blood that could still flow after more than two thousand years.
As they walked up the stairs, the altar began to shrink. The higher they went, the narrower the stairs became. Eventually, the stairs were wide enough for a person to cross with a single step.
"I can see the top of the altar now. It must be the Blood Emperor Throne that Fang Gu mentioned," Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat on her forehead. Her pale face was filled with joy.
They had finally made it here after so many hardships!
Hopefully, they could make it in time!
There were so many lives at stake. Even though the altar looked terrifying, floating in the endless darkness, when he thought about the millions of people trapped in the Ghost City, who were about to be buried in the Black Vatican's ceremony, he had no choice but to give it a try, even if it was a mountain of daggers and a sea of flames.
"We're here, we're here," Su Xiaoluo was the first to climb up the stairs. She blurted out excitedly to Zhang Xiaohou behind her.
Zhang Xiaohou stepped forward tiredly. He looked at the top of the altar that was filled with white jade. Sure enough, there was a huge piece of jade in the center!
The jadeite was red, crystal clear, and had sharp edges. It looked like an awe-inspiring throne made up of countless swords stuck in the ground …
This was the Blood King Throne!
Then, the person on the Blood Throne must be the Ancient King, Ying Zheng!
Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and strode forward.
There was indeed a person on the Blood Throne, but it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. He was wearing a black armor robe, which was obviously an ancient artifact. However, it still reflected a cold light, and he could even see himself approaching timidly and submissively on the armor!
The man on the Blood Throne was sitting there, one hand supporting his cheek. His body was slightly tilted, and the shadow from the edge of his helmet hid his face. The only thing that could be seen with the help of the light from the altar was his sharp chin and devilishly curved lips!
He seemed to be taking a nap, or pondering at the same time. Either way, he did not look like a dead person!
Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was covered in sweat. He never thought a ruler that had been dead for over two thousand years would give him such a great pressure. In Zhang Xiaohou's mind, the guy would rise to his feet at any second and stare at him with his soul-stirring eyes. He would not even be able to stand properly when that happened!
"I'm very surprised …"
Suddenly, the person sitting on the altar spoke!
Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo were given a great fright. They felt like their scalps were about to explode.
"How did you come out from the Space of Death?" the voice said again, and slowly lifted his chin.
The light from the fire slowly drove away the shadow on his face, revealing a familiar face with white sideburns. His thick lips were dark purple, and the purple lines extended to the side of his face, making him look even more demonic!
"Why … why are you here!?" Liu Ru was the first to exclaim.
They were not unfamiliar with the face, as it was none other than Fang Gu, who had crossed one of the bridges on his own!
Zhang Xiaohou was stunned, too.
He could not tell if the man was the Ancient King, Ying Zheng, or Fang Gu, who had crossed the Bridge of Death, as his aura was completely different!
"What's going on here? Why are you sitting here?" asked Zhang Xiaohou in disbelief.
"Why can't I sit here?" laughed Fang Gu.
"Where's the Ancient King?" asked Su Xiaoluo.
"That's me."
"You're Fang Gu."
"I'm not anymore. It's just as I thought, the real Ancient King has already passed away. All that's left is a robe that's stuck to his skin, and the Blood Throne that commands the kingdom of undead, "Fang Gu rose to his feet. The robe he was wearing immediately emitted a sharp metallic sound.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Zhang Xiaohou.
"Whoever arrives here first will inherit everything the Ancient King has. His white palace, the kingdom of undead he created, his boundless magic, his incomparable wisdom …" Fang Gu's voice had a strange metallic sound too, echoing in the empty altar.
"Then why are you still sitting here? Ask the undead army to withdraw, ask the Mountain Zombie to leave, and stop the Dark Abyss from drifting," said Su Xiaoluo.
Fang Gu burst out laughing after hearing Su Xiaoluo's words.
His laughter was extremely strange. Even though it was coming from his throat, it felt like something was hiding inside his skin, making the sound on his behalf.
"What are you laughing at?" snapped Su Xiaoluo angrily.
Zhang Xiaohou pulled Su Xiaoluo back, signaling her to stand behind him.
Su Xiaoluo seemed to have realized something when she saw Zhang Xiaohou's stern expression. She slowly took a few steps back.
"How ridiculous, my soldiers, my generals, and my lord are trying to take back the city that belongs to me. Why should I stop them?" Fang Gu burst out laughing, sounding even more terrifying.
Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo slowly backed away.
Now, they could no longer tell whether he was Fang Gu in his armor, or the Ancient King, Ying Zheng, who had come back to life in Fang Gu's body. Whether it was his unrecognizable ghoul appearance, or the strange voice he let out, all of them indicated that he was not a kind soul!
"Is he really Fang Gu?" asked Su Xiaoluo softly.
"I'm afraid not!" said Liu Ru.
If he was a living person, Liu Ru would be able to sense his presence. However, the truth was, Liu Ru could not sense the presence of this Fang Gu in a robe.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
