#1347 - Chapter 1347 Thousand Hands Tomb - Qi Refining Level 3000, Accepting The Empress As A Disciple At The Beginning

On the vast, misty Mount Xuanyuan, dangers lurked everywhere, hindering even Ye Kong's movements. According to others, Li Fan and his group had been on the mountain for quite some time, and in a place like this, every extra moment meant more danger. There was no time to think; while the others were difficult to find, the person at the bottom of the cliff needed to be rescued immediately.

Ye Kong looked around, observing the available options. He noticed the lush vines hanging down from the towering trees nearby. With some clever use, they might be able to reach the bottom.

Qing Long, who was walking ahead, turned back and saw Ye Kong standing still. He returned and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't we going to look for them?"

Ye Kong pointed to the vines. "Let's tie these vines together and lower them down the cliff to bring Xu Zhang up first."

Upon hearing this, Qing Long immediately ran over and tugged at the vines. As he pulled, a whole section of vines fell straight down. Fortunately, Ye Kong reacted quickly and pulled him back.

Qing Long looked at the vines with lingering fear. "It feels like someone has already cleared them out."

Ye Kong didn't say much after hearing this. He simply moved his fingers, and spiritual energy surged. The vines at his feet consciously connected end to end, winding around and around to form a giant rope.

"Alright," Ye Kong stopped his movements and turned to Qing Long. "Are you coming down with me, or are you staying here?"

"I'll go down with you." Qing Long immediately came over, holding tightly onto Ye Kong's leg, determined not to be separated.

Ye Kong smiled and turned back to tightly tie one end of the vine rope to a large tree nearby, wrapping it more than ten times and tying a knot. Then, he stood up and kicked the end of the vine rope towards the cliff.

Immediately, the entire vine rope plummeted downwards like dominoes.

Ye Kong reached out and grabbed the vine, holding Qing Long in his other arm.

The two of them rapidly descended the cliff.

"Master… can I… call you that?" Qing Long, in his arms, could only cling tightly to Ye Kong's arm as they fell at high speed.

Ye Kong said, "Huh?" not hearing clearly at all.

The next second, a piercing scream tore through the air, clearly audible across Mount Xuanyuan.

Ye Kong saw stars and floundered in the water. Qing Long was also awakened by the impact and struggled to stay afloat. Ye Kong swam over, grabbed Qing Long again, and pulled him to the shore, where he turned him over and gasped for breath.

He had originally thought that the bottom of the cliff would be the ground, making it relatively easier to find him. Now, in this three-foot-deep water, Xu Zhang had probably been washed away long ago.

Qing Long coughed heavily, spitting out the water in his lungs, and wiped his face. When he saw the scene before him, he was also stunned.

Then, he was shocked.

The dark water, the sparse shore. How was this any different from a prison?

Oh, there was a difference. At least this was a double room.

Just escaped danger, only to enter a prison. He must have forgotten to check the almanac before leaving.

Qing Long thought for a long time, his mind blank, and could only place all his hopes on Ye Kong.

"Master?" Qing Long looked at Ye Kong, who seemed lost in thought, and finally couldn't help but interrupt. "Are we going to be trapped here?"

Ye Kong stood up. "That won't happen. However, it will take some effort to get out."

It's good that we can get out… Qing Long muttered. He was about to get up when his foot slipped, sliding him into the water. He struggled to get up, grabbing at anything he could, and actually caught something.

Ye Kong turned around and saw his unlucky disciple falling into the water again.

Ye Kong smiled helplessly and reached out to pull Qing Long up. As Qing Long climbed, he tightly gripped something in his hand.

Once both feet were on the shore, Qing Long stood up and reached out to Ye Kong. "Master, look what good thing I grabbed!"

Ye Kong turned around. In Qing Long's hand was another human hand!

Ah!

This time, Qing Long's scream was much louder than before.

He didn't care about master and disciple anymore. He jumped onto Ye Kong, burying his face in Ye Kong's chest, only able to scream.

Ye Kong took the hand from Qing Long with one hand and gently patted him with the other, comforting him. "Don't be afraid, this hand has been dead for a long time."

Qing Long regained his senses and immediately jumped off Ye Kong, but he stayed far away from the hand. "But why is there a human hand in the water?"

Ye Kong frowned.

There's a saying that when you see one human hand here, it means that there are already hundreds or thousands of human hands in places you can't see.

Seeing Ye Kong walking towards the water, Qing Long immediately grabbed Ye Kong's hand, shaking his head. "Master, what are you doing? Don't go!"

"I'm going to take a look," Ye Kong said softly. "I have a feeling that there's something strange in this water."

Qing Long had no choice but to take a few steps back, carefully watching Ye Kong's movements.

Ye Kong held the severed hand. Strangely, it was an adult male's hand. Moreover, the hand was unusually strong and full of spiritual energy, suggesting it belonged to a cultivator, at least in the Great Emperor Realm.

Generally speaking, no one can forcibly cut off their hands and throw them here.

This was unbelievable.

With this in mind, Ye Kong had to go into the water.

Entering the water again, Ye Kong keenly sensed a sharp drop in water temperature, and large waves of black water surged over. But in the distance, a water area was glowing faintly, as if deliberately attracting Ye Kong.

Of course, Ye Kong had to investigate.

The closer he got to the water area, the stronger the stench emanating from the surrounding water. Ye Kong held his breath, swam faster, and finally approached the glowing area.

It was a white hand, emitting a faint halo, thick as a banana leaf, with slender fingertips, slightly clenched.

Beneath this hand, hundreds of thousands of hands were stacked tightly together, horizontally or vertically, holding the rounded hand high in the center.

A Thousand Hands Pile!

Every one of these hands was broken, still connected by a little flesh, the pale remaining nerves with white threads, constantly waving at Ye Kong with the shaking river water.

Seeing this scene, Ye Kong couldn't hold back any longer and vomited.

He gagged, but kept sucking in the dirty river water, then spitting it out, his whole body twisting above the water in an extremely strange posture.

Ye Kong burst out of the water, tilting his head back on the surface, extremely angry, shouting, "Why, how could this be!"