Chapter 4479

Eighteen layers of hell—this is absolutely not a good omen.

But wealth and honor are sought in danger.

Moreover, we've come this far, and a near-divine inheritance is indeed tempting.

So although the heavenly prideful ones felt uneasy in their hearts, with apprehension, no one chose to retreat.

As for Jun Xiaoyao and the others, since they already knew some details of this great tomb,

coming from the Burial Scholar lineage, the Burial King,

there was thus no surprise at all.

However, if it truly corresponds to the eighteen layers of hell,

then the further we go, the more dangerous it will likely become.

Everyone thus entered the deep valley of the second layer with great caution.

Upon entering this place,

the heavens and earth became extremely dim, shrouded in mist.

Some people extended their divine sense, only to find it equally difficult to spread.

It was like being blind.

This situation only heightened everyone's unease.

Suddenly, a hazy glow seemed to flow ahead.

As if some strange treasure lay there.

Several cultivators rushed forward at once.

Looking ahead, their scalps tightened, feeling as if pricked by needles, they gasped in cold air and hastily retreated.

Because within that glow was a flower.

But it resembled a human face—pale and terrifying, with all seven orifices present, though the features were blurred.

It took root in this gloomy place, having only a face-like shape, with a weeping expression, making one's flesh creep.

"The Absolute Yin Ghost-Faced Flower, a demonic bloom that grows only in places of extreme yin and evil—seeing it is an ill omen!"

Some heavenly prideful ones glanced at it, quickly withdrew their gaze, and their faces faintly turned pale.

Staring at this flower too long, even an Emperor Realm Primordial Spirit would be silently absorbed and refined.

Faced with this strange flower, everyone kept their distance.

But then, even stranger things happened.

Some cultivators' ears picked up a faint sound of sharp fangs and claws scraping.

Extremely eerie, carrying a yin-cold aura.

"Who is it!"

Some cultivators felt their skin crawl, and their soul awareness could not spread.

They only felt that in the darkness, a malevolent presence seemed to be watching them.

Some cultivators could not bear this pressure and directly unleashed divine powers and laws, blasting toward the source of the sound.

However, the blast struck another cultivator instead.

"What are you doing, have you gone mad!" someone shouted sternly.

The place immediately fell into some chaos.

Including the War Clan and the Dao of Humanity sect, their people all tightly gathered together.

On the Dao of Humanity sect's side, all cultivators were murmuring recitations of some true scripture.

Radiant light of faith flowed across their bodies, isolating that darkness.

As for the War Clan's side, War Mu Ye unleashed an ancient artifact, golden light blazing, enveloping the War Clan members.

As for Jun Xiaoyao's side,

he was even more composed.

Compared to others, Jun Xiaoyao's Primordial Spirit was extremely special, and his soul awareness was stronger.

"Is this due to the burial aura of this place?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured in his heart.

Inside this Burial King's tomb, that burial aura filled the air.

Although all cultivators isolated it through various powers of law,

they were still affected.

Especially the Primordial Spirit, which was silently contaminated.

Although this burial aura is not like undead matter that causes one to fall into darkness and madness,

judging by the current situation, its negative effects are actually not small.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao faintly sensed.

In the distance of this place, there were some thin, bat-like living beings.

They should be evil spirits transformed from absorbing the burial aura, adept at attacking the Primordial Spirit, causing one to unknowingly fall into madness.

Even an Emperor Realm Primordial Spirit would suffer erosion.

That is why some cultivators now feel a manic, maddening sensation.

At this moment, in the void, a sound of breaking wind suddenly came.

Black, sharp claws reached out from the depths of darkness, directly grabbing a cultivator.

In an instant, that cultivator's flesh was torn apart, blood raining down.

"Be careful!"

"Damn it, what monster is this!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos again.

Various cries of agony and roars rang out.

As for Jun Xiaoyao's side, he didn't even need to act.

The Cloud Clan members could resolve everything on their own.

Those bat-like eerie entities couldn't approach at all and were directly eliminated by the Cloud Clan's prodigies.

As everyone advanced, they also walked out of this deep valley.

Those who walked out of the deep valley were noticeably fewer in number.

"This place is simply too terrifying."

Some cultivators felt their skin crawl, their hearts still filled with lingering fear.

Although this is itself a great tomb.

But it's also too eerie, not an ordinary strongman's tomb.

"This is only the second layer; if there really are eighteen layers later, how dangerous would that be?"

Some cultivators thought of this and secretly felt regret in their hearts.

But leaving now, they also felt unwilling.

So some people made up their minds to go deep into roughly the same area, obtain some opportunities, and then leave.

As for the opportunities deeper down, those are not something they can covet.

Afterwards, everyone continued to go deeper.

As expected, not long after, someone discovered another stone tablet, which read "Three".

Then some dangerous places appeared again.

Then came the fourth layer, the fifth layer.

The further they went, the more various eerie dangers appeared.

However, many cultivators were secretly cursing nonstop.

Because along the way, they hadn't gained much of anything significant.

And finally, they reached the ninth layer.

On this layer, after everyone went deep in.

They discovered an incomparably towering black mountain.

On that mountain, numerous broken weapons and halberds were planted, with various ancient artifacts scattered everywhere.

"Great, this is a mountain of weapons!"

"Imperial weapons, those are definitely the aura fluctuations of imperial weapons!"

"Even if they are broken weapons and discarded arms, the materials inside are priceless rare treasures."

Seeing the various ancient artifacts on that black mountain.

Many cultivators finally showed smiles on their faces; this time entering the great tomb could be considered not in vain.

Many people rushed toward that black mountain.

However, Jun Xiaoyao glanced over.

He found that this region was shrouded in extremely thick burial qi, and seemed to faintly hide a special restriction.

Suddenly!

Beneath that black mountain.

A bone-white hand, from beneath the earth, reached out.

Then the ground split open.

A figure, entirely entwined with burial qi, wearing extremely ancient and broken armor, emerged from underground.

This figure was tattered all over, armor shattered, robes rotted.

His face had little flesh left; in his eye sockets, green ghost fire swirled.

His body condensed with extremely thick burial qi, not a living being, nor completely dead.

As if between life and death, giving people an extremely eerie feeling.

Moreover, beneath his feet, a black horse appeared, also entwined with burial qi.

This figure seemed like an undead knight, emitting a muffled demonic sound from his mouth.

"Invaders, die!"

This death knight erupted with a powerful aura, vast burial qi surging into the heavens.

Causing some people present to change color.

"What a powerful living being, but fortunately there's only one..." a cultivator said.

And just as he finished speaking.

The entire land suddenly shook violently.

Immediately, one by one, death knights broke free from their bonds beneath the black earth and emerged.