Chapter 1000

General Jiuyou watched the Tongshen Daoist sitting on the porcelain vat, forming Buddhist hand seals and chanting the Great Bright Mantra, his eyes narrowing, revealing a strange expression.

But Reincarnators prioritize practicality. The Tongshen Daoist could no longer care about his Daoist robe; he stood up on the copper lid and stomped repeatedly. The lotus beneath his feet bloomed and fell nine times before he finally suppressed that power.

"The things inside may not be very strong, they just aren't restrained by the General's Sun-Covering Heaven and Lotus Treasure Canopy!"

The Tongshen Daoist shouted urgently: "It is instead restrained by the porcelain vat; hurry and find porcelain..."

"Restrained by porcelain?"

General Jiuyou was stunned, and then his expression changed drastically: "Retreat quickly, go to the life lamp!"

He rushed a few steps toward the bright lamp in the southeast corner, flicked his horse whip, drew a large circle about a zhang in radius on the ground with black grease, and then lit it with the life lamp. The golden fire circle immediately began to burn.

At this moment, the Tongshen Daoist didn't have time to scold him for being a pitfall. The copper lids of the five large vats beside him flew into the sky with a 'bang', and rolling pus and blood gushed out, splashing in all directions.

The enchanting woman Yu Meiren rolled her eyes and flew backward.

The old man Kugeng just calmly took a puff from his pipe and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. The smoke turned into pale purple clouds as soon as it left his mouth, ethereal and profound, carrying a trace of the supreme and noble aura of the Heavenly Realm, heading toward the splashing blood droplets.

But the purple clouds were like real mist in front of the blood droplets, pierced through in an instant, and the blood droplets were like living things, drilling toward the old man.

General Jiuyou shouted from behind: "That is Blood Tai Sui!"

"Legend has it that this object is the material used by the Tripod Mother to mold humans; it is impervious to all laws, and anyone who touches it turns into blood..."

"If the True Water of the Blood River had come, I would be three parts afraid, but mere material for creating humans in a small world?" Kugeng sneered in his heart: "Could it be that I was also created by you? Although I am not one of the human seeds personally molded by the Goddess Wa of the Earth Immortal Realm, I am still a mud splash she flicked off. What kind of material is this that can infect me?"

Kugeng's coarse cloth clothes, like those of a farmer, unfolded, catching the splashing blood droplets inside.

Those blood droplets gathered in one place and indeed turned into something like a Tai Sui. On a piece of flesh about the size of a thumb, an eye grew out. As Kugeng watched, that mass of flesh grew larger and larger, and more and more organs grew out, crowding together in a mess.

The more Kugeng looked, the more his scalp tingled; those organs were clearly as if they had just been cut from his own body.

His hundred-patch Zen robe not only failed to seal that thing but also failed to block the invisible connection established between them...

It was like...

It was like that thing was originally a part of his own body; his magic power and divine sense did not reject it at all.

Sizzle!

The hundred-patch Zen robe was torn open, and the meat mass pounced over.

Kugeng flew backward, but he couldn't shake off that feeling like a bone-attached gangrene. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes; he reached out and suddenly grabbed Yu Meiren behind him, blocking her in front of himself.

The charming Yu Meiren was stained with a drop of blood, and then she screamed as she melted rapidly, her bones and flesh turning to mud!

"Suppress!"

Fan Cun shouted, but it was a step too late.

A golden light like a golden bell rose up, enveloping him.

Everything around became very slow, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The blood and meat mud remained in the posture of pouncing out from the large vat, frozen in mid-air. Only Fan Cun's thoughts could turn as usual. At this time, his right hand was open, and a golden 'Yue' character was trembling with golden light in his palm.

It could be seen that most of the meat mud in the five porcelain vats was pouncing in his direction.

At this time, a kind of hunger surged in Fan Cun's heart, just like the earth that had been parched for countless years longing for rain, wanting to drink the blood and meat mud.

The Tongshen Daoist sat on the last porcelain vat, a copper coin in his hand just thrown halfway, suspended in the air.

He slowly raised his head, struggling to reveal a smile, a trace of divine sense like electricity slowly passing through this space.

"Your name is Fan Cun, right! You hide deep; although this golden talisman is of extremely high essence, even my Yin Spirit was suppressed! But unfortunately, the magic power contained in it is too little; it can only freeze those Blood Tai Sui for three breaths at most."

"And after three breaths, the thing on you that attracts them will leave you without even bones left!"

"Hehe, by then even the old Daoist won't be able to help you! If you still have any trump cards now, I can pull you up..."

Lightning flashed in Fan Cun's brain: "Were those Blood Tai Sui lured by me? That's it! The Xuanzhen Sect Master used Black Tai Sui to help me be reborn! The essence of Black Tai Sui is higher than Blood Tai Sui; in their eyes, I'm afraid I'm more tempting than any spirit elixir!"

"I can still freeze it for a moment, Senior, please do as you will..."

Fan Cun's divine sense transmitted this shout to everyone's ears.

At this moment, three breaths had passed. The golden light that was like a mountain and a peak, suppressing this space, suddenly shattered. The blood and meat mud surged toward everyone like a giant wave again. At this time, Fan Cun flipped his left palm and shouted, striking out a mirror light.

"Freeze!"

This time, the golden light lightly coated the surface of the Blood Tai Sui, and its figure froze again.

Behind Fan Cun, a hot wind blew, accompanied by golden flames, like a golden torrent rushing toward those Blood Tai Sui.

The wind carried the fire, blowing the Blood Tai Sui away. The blood solidified and the meat mud dried up, and a spacious passage appeared in the blood waterfall.

General Jiuyou carried the Sun Treasure Fan and fanned all the tomb robbers of the Jiuyou Troupe away.

The group of people scrambled and were blown onto the wall behind the copper sarcophagus!

The Tongshen Daoist sitting on the porcelain vat also flew up and pounced toward the copper sarcophagus, but before he could stand on the copper coffin, his figure turned sharply and he landed beneath the copper sarcophagus.

The Tongshen Daoist wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, his heart trembling: "Almost misjudged; the material of that copper sarcophagus is exactly the same as the Lotus Treasure Canopy. How many priceless Evil-Suppressing Treasure Coins were melted to cast such a coffin!"

"The thing inside, isn't it even more evil than the Blood Tai Sui?"

"That Blood Tai Sui is three parts similar to the Blood God Child of my demonic path's Blood Sea Dao, but it is ninety-nine percent similar to the evil object formed by the failure of the Yellow Mud Dao to take a step toward the Undying Demonic Body! The Yellow Mud Undying Body of the Yellow Mud Dao comes from the legacy of the Immortal Qin Creation Dao, but its essence is the Goddess Wa's orthodoxy. Could it be that among the Dao Lords who opened up the world in this realm, there are also those from the Creation Dao? Tripod Mother, Tripod Mother, could it be that she is a Dao Lord of the Creation Dao?"

The Tongshen Daoist had only seven parts fear when facing Qian Chen, but thinking of the madmen of the Creation Dao, he was completely enveloped by fear for a moment.

Raising his head again, Tongshen saw General Jiuyou pulling Yang Qin with one hand and Fan Cun with the other, his horse whip rising and falling, as if there were an invisible warhorse beneath him, rushing over like lightning.

The old farmer Kugeng followed closely behind, also stepping over the copper sarcophagus at the moment the freezing spell was broken. The tomb passage in front was filled with huge stone strips.

There was no way forward, but behind them, the Blood Tai Sui evil object was pressing in.

The tomb robbers of the Jiuyou Troupe each used their methods, anxiously pulling out stone strips as thick as a waist-hug one by one, while the Tongshen Daoist and General Jiuyou looked calm. They had long noticed that when the Blood Tai Sui pounced out, it intentionally avoided the direction of the copper sarcophagus.

Sure enough, the blood of the Tai Sui surged, and when it reached three feet in front of the copper sarcophagus, it hesitated and did not move forward.

Gradually, it returned to blood and spread on the ground.

"Whew!" General Jiuyou exhaled, gently stroking his beard, his body swaying twice, and he sang in the style of a Xipi fast-paced opera: "Good monster, forcing me to hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry... no way to heaven, no door to earth!"

"Thanks to the little brother, getting the Immortal to write the life-saving true talisman in his palm... only then did he save us, escaping alive."

Yang Qin and Fan Cun looked at their captain, unable to hide a strange look.

Kugeng just said calmly: "It's fine that the woman retreated, but using charm arts to harm me is indeed not something that can be left alone."

Yang Qin and Fan Cun were silent; Yu Meiren had been their teammate for more than a day or two. They had supported each other through more than half of the reincarnation, and while there was certainly intrigue, if there were no real feelings, they wouldn't have been teammates for so many years.

The so-called charm art was actually the charm that Yu Meiren had practiced into her bones, making people pity her at first sight and subconsciously want to protect her.

The little thoughts of borrowing the strength of teammates were mostly true, but to say she deliberately harmed people was truly a heart-stabbing remark.

Kugeng didn't explain further, sitting on the ground, silent and indifferent.

General Jiuyou arranged for his brothers to clear the tomb passage and said to the Tongshen Daoist: "These tomb passage stone strips are sealed with the mechanism of Qi Men Dun Jia; pull one hair and the whole body moves. I'm afraid many fierce objects are sealed inside!"

As he was speaking, a black snake as thick as a thumb flew out from a pulled-out stone strip, pouncing toward the martial actor of the Jiuyou Troupe.

The martial actor's simple facial makeup seemed to be a misdirection, letting the black snake fly past his face, and it was whipped into two halves by General Jiuyou. It was still rolling its body and biting, and venom splashed out, corroding small pits on the floor tiles.

"Black Snake Gu!" General Jiuyou sighed and then turned his head: "Look, if you are not careful, I'm afraid people will die!"

"In my experience, this stone strip seal is at least twenty zhang long; it won't be finished in seven or eight hours..."

The Tongshen Daoist nodded slightly: "It's just that this place is extremely dangerous, not suitable for staying long; delay will lead to changes!"

General Jiuyou spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then what do you want me to do? Return the way we came? You're afraid we won't feed that Blood Tai Sui enough!"

The group sat down behind the copper sarcophagus, not having the slightest intention of exploring what was inside.

General Jiuyou instinctively looked at the patterns on the copper sarcophagus, shivered, and sat down honestly.

"The copper sarcophagus isn't to prevent people from stealing the burial objects of the corpse inside, but to prevent the things inside from coming out. Zi-Wu Heavenly Mechanism Lock, Yin-Yang Soul-Suppressing Coffin, how ruthless! This is a secret Lu Ban technique that makes people never be reincarnated!"

The Tongshen Daoist couldn't sit for two minutes before feeling truly uneasy, so he simply went to the tomb passage where the stone strips were being dismantled and began to calculate the Qi Men Dun Jia within.

The others sat with their backs to the copper sarcophagus, eyes straight ahead. It wasn't that they didn't know the strangeness of the copper sarcophagus, but that the blood and meat mud were always wriggling at a distance of several zhang from the copper sarcophagus.

After a while, Fan Cun suddenly raised his head and asked: "Did you hear music?"

Kugeng tilted his head slightly and sneered: "You have evil in your heart, so it's inevitable you'd hear ghost music and evil sounds..."

But the Tongshen Daoist walked over with a serious expression. He held the compass and stared at the floating needle: "Although I didn't hear it, the needle's movement is a bit strange..."

General Jiuyou hurriedly walked over. He first looked at the bronze mirror and then observed the life lamp.

"The mirror light hasn't flickered, and the lamp flame is very stable. Although the lamp color is different, carrying blood light, it should be because the Blood Tai Sui is not far away... where exactly is the anomaly?"

The Tongshen Daoist said with a strange expression: "The needle's trembling has too much rhythm, as if someone is playing music next to it?"

He lowered his head and took another look.

"It's still the five-tone elegant music!"

Just at this moment, there was a very short sob in the underground palace, and everyone looked in the direction the sound came from.

Someone said with a crying voice: "I... I didn't hear wrong, did I!"

"It seems there's crying!"

At this moment, a faint, lingering, and desolate pipa sound seemed to come from afar. At this moment, everyone felt a chill down their spines.

Because that pipa sound and crying seemed to come from beside them. Kugeng was already staring fixedly at the copper sarcophagus, his magic tool, the copper pipe, held in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

Fan Cun shook his head: "It didn't come from inside the coffin."

His eyes were fixed in one direction, locking onto the source of the crying. Kugeng's eyes shrank, and he doubted: "Why did you hear the sound we couldn't hear? And as soon as you said it, we all heard it!"

Fan Cun didn't answer, but stared at a paper palace maid who had raised her sleeve to cover her face, as if dancing.

"You suspect him?" General Jiuyou said coldly: "But if it weren't for him just now, we would have been swallowed by the Blood Tai Sui!"

"I don't suspect," Kugeng said calmly: "But sometimes, hearing, seeing, and knowing are themselves a kind of danger. It allows some things to cross over with the help of our perception... and, the Blood Tai Sui seems to have a different kind of 'interest' in him."

General Jiuyou was speechless for a moment. With his vision, he naturally saw the Blood Tai Sui's 'favor' for Fan Cun.

At this time, Fan Cun was still staring fixedly at the palace maid. At this moment, perhaps it was the wind, or perhaps they had disturbed the air of the underground palace, and the sleeve the paper figure held in front of her began to tremble slightly.

At first, it was the trembling of paper in the wind, but soon the trembling turned into the softness of fabric.

The last trace of stiffness and disharmony on the paper figure turned into softness...

The palace maid slowly lowered her sleeve, revealing a pair of eyes red from crying, teary and lovable, full of sincere sorrow, looking more like a living person than a living person.

At this moment, those paper figures all began to move one after another. Some gently stroked the pipa, some beat drums, the dancing palace maids bent their waists and danced their sleeves, and the musicians played music and sang. A court orchestra gradually came to life in front of everyone.

Swish!

General Jiuyou blocked the pipe Kugeng had reached out with.

Kugeng still said calmly: "I just told him not to look at those things. Haven't you noticed yet? Those things all came to life because of him!"

General Jiuyou looked at him with contempt, stared at the paper figures that had come to life, and whispered: "Put away your little thoughts. These things are old objects, things from the lower layers of secret history. You must know, in a tomb, don't fear evil ghosts, don't fear corpse changes, fear old objects coming to life!"

"Ghosts, zombies, and even evil spirits are alive; they walked out of history. But old objects are things sealed in history!"

"One of the taboos of the Paper Figure Dao is keeping paper figures for too long, until they gain spirit! The superficial reason is fear that after the paper figures are dotted, they will gain climate and steal people's fortune. But the real reason is that paper figures look like people but are dead objects. So they remain in the past, yet have the possibility of 'living' to the present, and may be forgotten in secret history!"

"Now, those paper figures that gained spirit have been stained with things that create humans like the Blood Tai Sui; they are like people but not people, they are monsters!"

"The characteristic of the Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realm is monsters!"

At this moment, the Tongshen Daoist's thoughts flashed like lightning. With the instinct of a demon, he guessed many things from this sentence of General Jiuyou.

"You mean, being like a person but not a person, and walking out of history, are the two major conditions for achieving the Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realm?"

The Tongshen Daoist's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked.

General Jiuyou frowned and looked at Tongshen.

"It seems the Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realm isn't just about turning oneself into a monster for longevity; the methods those people achieved aren't corpse-dissection either. So, the key isn't immortality, but history. The Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realm also borrows the power of secret history!"

General Jiuyou said in a deep voice: "That's right, the path to longevity in my Secret Burial Dao is very simple: live in 'secret history', live in a tomb!"

"Heaven and earth is a large tomb, and a tomb is a small heaven and earth."

"Then is a sealed tomb in the present or in the past?"

"Those who seek ascension have taken the wrong path! The further they go in the present world, the more false they become; the present world cannot cultivate truth! So, the orthodoxies that truly plot transcendence all cultivate 'history', cultivate 'official history' and 'secret history'. Secret history is alive, so it is closer to the source; the older the history, the smaller the changes, and the more real it is. False cultivators carve a boat to mark where they dropped their sword, while true cultivators bury themselves in tombs, sealed in secret history."

"Living Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realms are all false longevity trapped in delusion."

"True Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realms are all buried in tombs; the present world is just their shadow! So-called divine powers and magic arts are all changes of shadows; true Dao-seeking only has reality." General Jiuyou sighed: "So those who mold mud figures, sing operas, suppress treasures, cultivate the Dao... they can all be shadows cast by certain people in secret history."

The Tongshen Daoist's eyes exploded with light: "So the tomb is both in the past and in the present; it allows the tomb owner to 'live' in the past! When we break in, the past and present overlap, and the tomb owner can still strike from the past. This tomb is like his domain, like a world; in a single thought, he can change 'reality'!"

"He lives in the past and cannot face us directly, but he can manipulate the ancient objects in the tomb, and by changing secret history, make the shadows reflected in the present move."

"This is equivalent to a Yu Yu Changsheng Sacred Realm master striking; it is eerie and unpredictable!"

"These paper figures are someone changing reality in the past, in secret history..."

"Ghost-cultivating tomb? It's clearly a ghost cultivating a tomb!"

It's not ghosts building a tomb, but ghosts cultivating a tomb...

A banner behind General Jiuyou flew out, breaking a paper figure. In the blink of an eye, the paper figure recovered, looking even more like a living person. The originally shattered corpse pieces were half paper and half flesh, but as the wounds healed rapidly, they became completely flesh and blood.

Watching the Tongshen Daoist form seals and chant mantras, General Jiuyou reminded him.

"Our magic arts can't hurt them; it's better to use weapons, because they are more 'real' than us!"

"Real?"

The Tongshen Daoist smiled faintly and spat out Samadhi Fire, igniting all the paper figures in an instant.

Looking at the paper ash filling the sky, General Jiuyou was horrified: "How can your magic arts..."

The old farmer Kugeng sneered coldly: "Because our magic arts are more real!"

But the paper ash flew all over the sky, only to gather together again. This time, those dozens of paper figures completely merged with the Blood Tai Sui, which was like filthy blood and meat mud on the ground, and attacked Kugeng together. From the pipe, he spat out fire clouds filling the sky, which landed on the paper figures, burning holes in them.

But visibly, the effect was getting worse and worse!

The paper figures struck, clashing with the pipe in Kugeng's hand. Hearing the hunting sound of paper breaking the wind, Kugeng had his protective nourishment broken within a few moves, and a sharp claw like a zombie's clawed toward his heart.

The Tongshen Daoist flicked a copper coin, and the distance between the paper figures and Kugeng suddenly increased by three feet.

But the clothes over his heart had been torn, and even a bit of skin and flesh had been scraped off.

"Impossible, my hundred-patch Zen robe..."

Kugeng lowered his head to look; the hundred-patch Zen robe, taken from a hundred Buddhist treasures, was like paper, extremely thin. With a casual tear, it was actually torn off like paper.

Even the wound that had been scratched didn't have any pain, but like torn paper, the shallow wound flipped up dozens of layers of skin.

"I've also turned into a paper figure?"

"No..." Kugeng's face showed horror: "It is stealing my reality!"