Chapter 1968 - Dead King
Translator: Legge
Buried Immortal Emperor!
Those words were way too shocking for most of the cultivators present.
Even though Su Zimo had long heard about the origin of the Emperor's Tomb from Tang Ziyi, he felt an indescribable pressure now that he was truly here.
It was an indescribable feeling that resembled the might of an Immortal Emperor.
The Immortal Emperor had died for millions of years but his Emperor's might still existed!
Everyone was only at the Black Essence realm. For them, entering the tombs and cave abodes of Earth Immortals and Heaven Immortals was definitely a rare opportunity.
However, the tomb of an Immortal Emperor…
Cultivators who could ascend to the upper world were no fools and could naturally tell that this tomb was definitely not a friendly place!
Even if it was as Prince Yuan Zuo had said and there were unimaginable treasures and inheritance secret skills, there would definitely be dangers that no one could endure!
"Since we're here, there's no harm in telling you guys that all of you are cursed right now. If you want to survive, you have to find the jade talisman as soon as possible. I'll lead you back to the prince's residence and His Highness will naturally step in to help you guys remove the curse in your bodies."
The skinny old man said coolly.
"How do we return to the prince's residence?"
Suddenly, Su Zimo asked.
The moment he entered the Emperor's Tomb, he realized that there were no exits.
In the prince's residence, they made use of the power of the teleportation formation to break through the barrier of the Emperor's Tomb and enter this place.
However, there were no teleportation formations in the Emperor's Tomb.
The fat old man harrumphed coldly. "You don't have to ask about this. Once you find the jade talisman, we'll naturally have a way to take you back."
Tang Ziyi's voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind. "Even Black Immortals can't stay in the Emperor's Tomb for more than a year. Otherwise, even if they have extraordinary methods, they won't be able to remove the curse in their bodies."
"In addition, if you sense any commotion in this world, it means that the Emperor's Tomb has left Divine Firmament Mainland and is hidden in the void once more."
"At that time, we have to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, we'll float in the dark void with the Emperor's Tomb and lose track of time, winding up as a skeleton in this tomb."
The fat and skinny old men led everyone forward.
Everyone did not dare to move too quickly and looked around as they advanced.
Su Zimo looked up.
At the top of the firmaments, there were stars that shone brightly. This did not look like a tomb, but another world.
In the starry skies, there were dilapidated gigantic beams that were built together. They were covered with ghastly green moss and there were occasionally thick stone pillars that soared into the skies and stood upright on the ground.
The beams and stone pillars were more like ancient structures from millions of years ago that had been destroyed by time.
However, it was still extremely shocking!
Compared to those ancient structures, everyone was as insignificant as specks of dust falling from above.
The surroundings were silent without any signs of life or sound.
The footsteps of everyone walking through the ruins echoed in their ears clearly.
Everyone advanced for half a day without encountering any obstacles or danger. Some cultivators gradually relaxed.
"What's that?!"
Suddenly, someone pointed ahead and exclaimed softly.
In front of everyone, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back facing them. His long hair draped over his shoulders and he wore a golden robe that shimmered.
"It should be a human, but I can't see through his cultivation,"
Li Tian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
The skinny old man had an indifferent expression. "Everyone, don't be nervous. Almost all the cultivators who entered the Emperor's Tomb now are Black Immortals."
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
The golden-robed man at the front should be a dead man!
"Fellow Daoist, who are you? Why are you blocking our path?"
A cultivator glared at the back of the golden-robed man and asked loudly.
A moment later, the golden-robed man did not reply and the cultivator's voice was the only thing that reverberated through the world.
"That person might have died a long time ago. From the looks of it, his cultivation was not weak when he was alive,"
The fat old man muttered.
Everyone advanced carefully, not daring to get too close.
"There are words on the ground!"
Jian Yu cultivated the Dao of the sword and glared at the ground in front of the golden-robed man with a sharp gaze.
Everyone hurried forward and focused their gazes.
"I'm King Feng Xuan and I'm filled with fiend techniques that are unprecedented. To think that I would die trapped in this Emperor's Tomb today. How tragic!"
"It's a pity that my cultivation techniques can't be passed down. It's truly a loss for the Fiend Domain and a great regret for the world!"
Although there were not many words, the content was extremely shocking!
Tang Ziyi had once told Su Zimo that more than 20 Kings had died in this Emperor's Tomb!
To think that they would encounter a King realm expert immediately upon entering the Emperor's Tombâ€"it was a Fiend King of the Fiend Domain!
Su Zimo could clearly sense that the breathing of many cultivators in the surroundings had turned heavy and their gazes were burning.
Everyone's gazes landed on the storage bag on King Feng Xuan's waist!
Apart from the Fiend King's inheritance, there were many other treasures in a King's storage bag!
It was clear that no one had touched the corpse of King Feng Xuan. In other words, whoever could obtain the storage bag would be able to obtain the complete inheritance of a King!
Su Zimo did not act rashly.
He realized that the fat and skinny old men had no intention of advancing, as though they were not interested in King Feng Xuan's storage bag.
It was impossible for anyone to remain unmoved against the inheritance and treasures of a Fiend King.
There was definitely something strange about the reaction of the fat and skinny old men!
Su Zimo looked at Tang Ziyi who was not far away.
Tang Ziyi had an indifferent expression as well and did not move forward.
After a moment of silence, someone finally could not help but probe, "Senior, the storage bag of this King Feng Xuan…"
"His Highness said that he doesn't want any of the treasures in the Emperor's Tomb. If you guys can obtain them based on your own capabilities, it'll be yours."
The fat old man said with a smile.
Initially, Li Tian wanted to step forward. However, his heart skipped a beat as he sensed a flash of mockery in the depths of the fat old man's eyes and stopped in his tracks.
Although he looked boorish, he was extremely meticulous.
On the other side, Jian Yu did not move either.
The moment the fat old man said that, two cultivators could not hold it in any longer and charged forward to grab the storage bag on King Feng Xuan's waist!
Right as the two of them arrived beside King Feng Xuan, before they could even touch the storage bag, a change happened!
The two lines of words on the ground suddenly burst forth with a cold glint. They were extremely sharp and minced the two cultivators into a blood mist!
Everyone was shocked.
The entire process happened too quickly and in the blink of an eye, the two cultivators were dead without a corpse left!
The blood mist gradually floated down and seeped into the ground.
The blood stained the mud and another line of blood-colored words gradually appeared.
"If you want to inherit my fiend techniques, you'll have to die with me! Hahahaha!"
Through that line of words, everyone seemed to be able to see the contorted expression of King Feng Xuan before his death.
He had no intention of leaving behind any inheritance.
As a Fiend King, he was buried here with endless resentment and only wanted to find more people to die with him!
Unfortunately, he had not expected that after countless years, the might of the methods he left behind would decrease significantly. He merely killed two Black Immortals before the cold lights dissipated into the world.
