After the Nine Remoteness Master gave his warning, he left without leaving any traces behind.
Only then did Ye Qinghan realize how terrifying that shadow was. It was actually the guardian of the third Sorcerer God's tomb. As for how long it had been, perhaps only the Nine Remoteness Master knew.
After the fifth Sorcerer God, no more Sorcerer Gods were born, and the Sorcerer Race was almost wiped out. There was a branch of the Sorcerer Race in the endless realms that was barely surviving, and they were unable to reproduce the legends of the ancient Sorcerer Race.
Ye Qinghan owed the Sorcerer Race, or at least, he owed Ming Que 'er. Ming Que' er was killed, and her soul entered the Nine Remoteness Realm. However, Feng Wu Xie was unable to find her through his master. Ming Que 'er's soul had gone missing after reincarnation.
"Que 'er, I don't know if you have reincarnated, nor do I know where to find you. However, I will try my best to help the Sorcerer Race find the ancient inheritance to comfort your soul!" Ye Qinghan's voice was hoarse as he mumbled to himself. He watched as the shadow disappeared into a barren valley, and he carefully followed after it.
The valley was extremely plain, and it looked no different from the valleys in the outside world. There were only a few weeds growing halfway up the mountain, and the traces of millions of years had made it hard for even a single blade of grass to grow. There were no caves, no tombstones, nothing!
"This is the burial place of the third Sorcerer God?" Ye Qinghan was a little puzzled. He kept looking around, but he still couldn't find any entrance.
"If the Nine Remoteness Master said that this is the burial place of the third Sorcerer God, then it must be. Let me take a look, there must be some kind of camouflage around the burial place of the third Sorcerer God. Otherwise, it would have been discovered by others long ago, and we wouldn't even have the chance to look for opportunities here!" The divine bird said excitedly.
It was the divine bird's lifelong dream to be able to search for treasures. If it could dig out the third Sorcerer God's tomb, its achievements would definitely surpass its ancestor!
The divine bird solemnly looked around. There was a tall mountain in front of them, blocking their path. This meant that the afterimage had indeed disappeared here. Ye Qinghan was also sizing up the area. After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find anything special about this place.
The Sorcerer God's curses became clearer and clearer. No matter how hard Ye Qinghan tried to divert his attention, he could not block out the curse. The black mist once again wrapped around the godhead and wrapped around the Heavy Frenzy Blade. The back of the blade ignited in flames. The eleventh-grade divine fire burned the filthy evil energy into nothingness, emitting a foul stench that made the divine bird roll its eyes.
Ye Qinghan closed his eyes and listened to the source of the curse. It was illusory, as if it came from the ground, but it also seemed to come from the sky. It came from every corner. Helpless, he opened his eyes and looked at the crisscrossing rocks. Most of them had been smoothed out by the passage of time, and new rocks had been born.
Suddenly, Ye Qinghan's eyes fixed on a huge rock. That rock contained endless vicissitudes and history, and it was impossible to tell its age.
"It's impossible for a rock to stand there for millions of years without being destroyed. If it can stand there for millions of years without being destroyed, then it must be a rock that has been specially treated." Ye Qinghan lifted his feet and walked towards the mountainside in front of him. It was almost one with the mountain, and it was no different from an ordinary rock. The only difference was that it had a longer history than the other rocks. If other people saw it, they might not even care.
Ye Qinghan swung the Heavy Frenzy Blade and tested it lightly. He realized that the rock was not easy to destroy. As long as he used his divine power to strike the rock, it would emit patterns of the Great Dao and bounce the divine power away.
"It's here!" Ye Qinghan said softly.
The divine bird curiously flew around the rock a few times. It couldn't help but be curious. With its reputation as a divine bird, it actually couldn't find anything special about this rock. How could it hide in the huge Sorcerer's Tomb?
Ye Qinghan put away the Heavy Frenzy Blade and reached out to pull the rock out. He realized that he couldn't move it at all. Even if he used all his strength, he couldn't move it at all. He turned his head left and right a few times, but he still couldn't move it. He couldn't help but size it up curiously and ponder.
"Try smashing it down." The divine bird descended from the sky and stepped on it ruthlessly.
Whoosh!
The mountain suddenly split into two, and a huge black hole appeared. It directly swallowed Ye Qinghan. Before Ye Qinghan could react, the mountain and the mountain merged back into one.
Boom!
His vision was pitch-black. Ye Qinghan fell straight down and crashed into the stone floor. His divine body ached like a mortal falling from the sky.
Aiyo …
The divine bird cried out miserably as its head hit the ground first. It was dizzy and couldn't stand steadily.
Ye Qinghan opened his eyes wide and looked at the pitch-black space. He couldn't even see his fingers if he stretched out his hand. It was as if he was in a completely sealed space. He moved his feet and felt as if he was stepping on bones. The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out incessantly.
What followed was silence! Deathly stillness!
It was as if this was hell! There was no sound, no life, no sunlight, nothing!
"Fire!"
Ye Qinghan whispered. He moved his finger and a wisp of flame appeared on it, illuminating a distance of more than ten meters. The flame on his finger moved gently, which shocked him. There was wind here, which meant that there was ventilation!
"This isn't a sealed space. Could it be that we weren't under the mountain just now?" Ye Qinghan was astonished. He looked around and realized that this place was like a huge underground palace. The buildings were all strange and ancient, and the oil lamps had long since been extinguished. There was a passage blocked by a stone tablet in the middle of the road.
Ye Qinghan went forward to take a look at the stone tablet and realized that there wasn't a single word on it. There were only three ghastly sword marks.
Wordless sword tablet!
Ye Qinghan frowned. He didn't understand why this sword tablet was placed here.
Ye Qinghan lit up the oil lamps again and saw that this underground palace was more luxurious than any palace hall he had ever seen. Every item was millions of years old and had been preserved to this day.
Corpses were strewn everywhere. Some were holding divine weapons while others had been strangled to death by themselves. The eerie golden bones revealed the profound mysteries of the laws. All of them had been worshipped by an extreme middle stage expert! It was a pity that they had all died, and they had all died without a sound.
Ye Qinghan raised his eyes and turned around. He looked at the stone door and saw a few soul-stirring words. His pupils shrank as he took a few steps back.
"Witch God's Tomb. Death to all intruders!"
Thump, thump, thump …
These words were like divine weapons that pierced Ye Qinghan's heart. His heartbeat quickened as he looked at the corpses of the experts. They had all died tragically. From their skulls, he could tell that these people had either been scared to death or starved to death!
Worshipers also needed to replenish their energy. If they didn't replenish their energy for a year or two, they might be fine as their divine power would be enough to support them. But eight to ten years would have an impact. A thousand years or a hundred years would cause them to go crazy. What about ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, or even a million years?
After a long time, Ye Qinghan realized that he couldn't cultivate here. There was no divine qi or spirit qi. Once he finished eating all the spirit fruits and spirit herbs on him, he could only wait for death.
"This won't do. I have to find a way to get out quickly!" Ye Qinghan said in a low voice.
At this moment, the divine bird found a Universe Ring in this huge palace. After the Emperor blood recognized it as its master, it collected all the divine weapons and low-level sorcerer race secret techniques that were scattered on the ground. These low-level sorcerer race secret techniques were only for the third generation of the Witch God. But to Ye Qinghan, or to the current mythical plane, they were definitely priceless secret techniques! Their value was immeasurable.
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