Chapter 73: Conditions in the Ancient Tomb

They are the people left outside by various holy lands to respond; with his experience and shrewdness, it's impossible for all of them to swarm into the great tomb.

Most of them come from some great teaching, in groups of three or five; someone like Yang Zhu who comes alone is extremely rare, so they naturally became suspicious.

"I just arrived." Yang Zhu replied politely.

"Just arrived? Which faction do you belong to? Report your name!"

The few who came pressed him for answers; the news of the Nine Secrets had long spread, and someone who only now came late they didn't easily believe Yang Zhu's words.

Yang Zhu glanced at the other party, not wanting to engage further, and headed straight for the largest tomb entrance.

The terrain there is extraordinary, the steps slope upward; looking closely, one can see a silver dragon seemingly coiled nearby.

Moreover, before even getting close, Yang Zhu felt waves of yin qi rushing at him, clearly indicating an "important item."

"Impudent! Wanting to enter without reporting your name, we have the right to suspect you of tampering!"

Someone shouted loudly; actually their sect had elder-level figures coming, and being affiliated with a great teaching, ordinary people couldn't stir up trouble.

Their arrogance was merely to boost their own faction's prestige, after all several holy lands and the Ji family had arrived, including demonic forces.

To be able to show off here again would be immensely prestigious.

But their calculations ultimately failed; if it were an ordinary person it would be fine, yet they happened to pick Yang Zhu.

"I say you guys shouldn't bully others with your influence; what's wrong with them arriving a bit later?"

Not all people from the great teachings are like that; for example, a disciple of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, seeing the situation, disdainfully reminded them.

The strength of the Purple Mansion Holy Land is unquestionable; they disdain to, like some factions, simply catch a random person to boost their prestige.

Upon hearing that, those few men fell silent instantly, not daring to contradict the holy land's disciple.

"How do you think you compare to the Ji Family Divine King Body?" Yang Zhu asked indifferently.

"Naturally inferior; although the Divine King Body lost to the Sacred Body Dao Embryo, few are its match."

"You bring out the Divine King Body for comparison—could it be that you are its opponent?"

Ji Haoyue may have lost, but his prestige remains; they dare not speak arrogantly, and as the conversation shifted, their tone toward Yang Zhu grew much sharper.

"He only lasted four rounds in my hands—what more for you."

Having said that, Yang Zhu lightly waved his embroidered robe; instantly divine power smashed down from the heavens, with a few puffs, those people were all crushed into blood mist.

Several disciples of the Dao Palace's second level were instantly slain; the other disciples stationed there, in a flash, all retreated, inevitably drawing in cold breaths.

"Sacred Body Dao Embryo Yang Zhu—I didn't expect him to come too!"

Among them, someone who had witnessed that day's battle recognized his identity and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? It's really him?"

"With the Sacred Body Dao Embryo coming, aren't our Holy Sons going to be at a disadvantage?"

Today many heaven‑chosen talents have arrived; several holy lands have their Holy Sons and Holy Daughters present, and even a few descendants of the Thirteen Great Bandits have come.

Without exception, they are all heaven‑chosen, gifted; but Yang Zhu's arrival instantly broke the balance.

Among them, Ji Haoyue, the Holy Son of Yao Guang, and the Golden Winged Little Peng King almost formed a tripartite stand.

The Ji Family Divine Body fell in just a few moves; one can imagine what would happen if others met Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu has stirred up many storms; who in the Northern Region doesn't know him? "Indeed extraordinary—just watching from afar gives a feeling of suffocation."

"Compared to the Holy Son of Yao Guang, he's only stronger, not weaker!"

Those gazes made them feel a deep sense of helplessness. Yang Zhu differs from Ji Haoyue; his whole body is shrouded in a divine ring, naturally exuding a king's aura—without any action he makes others look up in awe.

Ignoring others' shock, Yang Zhu followed the passage down to the underground world.

Just reaching the depths of the ancient tomb, a surge of yin qi rushed upward.

The yin qi is icy cold and piercing; formed from the resentment of over ten thousand years gathered, it is utterly sinister—even a Dao Palace cultivator, one careless move means death.

The cold air wailed, the yin wind howled; however, when still a few hundred meters from Yang Zhu, it vanished instantly as if encountering a dreadful nemesis.

The Sacred Body Dao Embryo is invulnerable to all arts, the bane of all worldly evil, and with imperial blood in his veins, yin qi cannot approach his body at all.

The piercing yin wind retreated like avoiding snakes and scorpions! The underground tomb seemed hollowed out—unknown how vast, boundless in sight, everywhere rolling surges of yin qi, extremely evil.

Beneath their feet lay many corpses—those who had entered earlier, from various great teachings.

Now their deaths are miserable; most have been trampled into mud, bright red blood staining the earth, fragments of their natal magic treasures scattered everywhere.

At that moment, a deep drumming sound came from the depths.

Not long after, countless dark clouds pressed in.

Boom—like ten thousand steeds galloping, the ground shook violently; the next moment, crowds of yin soldiers formed ranks and charged out!

The yin soldiers held spears and bronze shields, wore icy iron armor, flashing with a cold golden gleam.

Beneath them were mighty yin horses, emitting bone‑chilling roars as they surged forward, unstoppable.

The yin soldiers' mighty presence shook heaven and earth; the corpses underground were those slain in their assault.

Thousands of yin soldiers, killing intent surging, like a flood sweeping away, destroyed every obstacle before them; where their spears pointed, everything turned to powder.

"It's actually this kind of thing; it seems there's an extraordinary treasure inside."

"Being able to produce yin soldiers means they've accumulated countless resentments; such a place is likely to give birth to a staggering treasure."

Golden divine fire blazed fiercely, dazzling and eye‑catching, sweeping down like a tide, capable of burning everything.

Zizzi…

The Sacred Body Dao Embryo innately restrains yin evil; where the divine fire passes, yin soldiers and yin horses all vanish, turning into wisps of black mist.

Yang Zhu transformed into a divine rainbow, shooting toward the depths; the aura of the Sacred Body Dao Embryo emanated, and no evil dared approach him.

All the way down over ten li, corpses littered the ground; they had fought their way in, only to be trampled by yin soldiers and horses, blood spraying, their deaths miserable.

The several holy lands didn't linger because of this; as disciples ahead fell one after another, others stepped up, and even many elders were lost.

But to obtain the Nine Secrets they spared no effort; once they got it, their own strength could rise another level, increasing their foundation.

At first there was only bright red blood, but later it became mixed with some foul‑smelling black blood.

The closer one gets to the depths, the stronger the Yin soldiers become, having already grown flesh and blood, and even other Yin spirits appear.

Several Mother Yakshas were hacked in half by someone, collapsing in pools of blood, their cross-sections sharp, clearly killed in a single strike.

Moreover, a tens-of-zhang-tall gloomy giant python had its head chopped off, its body further smashed to pieces by various magic treasures together, turning into horrible bloody mud, with nauseating vapors constantly wafting out.

The scenery underground is utterly miserable, corpses everywhere, scattered haphazardly, the deeper the place, the denser they are.

Cultivators with poorer psychological fortitude, upon seeing this, inevitably turn pale-faced, it is simply too bloody.

(End of chapter)