Chapter 478: The Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor

Xihe Zhou.

The waters of the Huanghe come from the heavens, rushing to the sea, never to return.

The Huanghe winds and flows, silently nourishing both banks and raising countless living beings.

Boom—!!

The river flows torrentially, and upon reaching a certain point, the steep cliffs on both banks suddenly narrow, constricting the wide river mouth like a woman's slender waist.

Millions of jun of river water gather, plunging into a horseshoe-shaped canyon riverbed; it is truly a flying torrent descending three thousand feet, emitting a deafening roar. It splashes countless droplets, spraying in all directions with a momentum that shakes the heavens and the earth.

Two figures, one black and one white, drift over.

They are none other than Yu Liancheng and Luoyang.

"Is this the place?" Yu Liancheng asked.

"This is the place." Luoyang nodded.

Yu Liancheng turned his head, fixed his gaze on the waterfall, clenched his five fingers, and slowly threw a punch.

Bang!

This magnificent waterfall suddenly flew into the sky, flowing in reverse; the scene was spectacular. At the same time, the cliff face, which had been washed by the flowing water for thousands of years, was revealed to the world once again after hundreds of years.

It was a complete Nine Dragon Wall.

Nine dragons were coiled on the cliff, ferocious and vicious, their dragon claws flying, lifelike, as if competing for a Dragon Pearl.

The torrential river had washed over it for who knows how many years, yet the dragon wall remained without the slightest blur; the depth and mystery of the carving work from back then could be called inconceivable.

The white-clad Luoyang stretched out a slender jade hand and pressed it against the Dragon Pearl on the Nine Dragon Wall, immediately sinking it a few inches into the wall. A section of the mountain wall suddenly flipped over with a whoosh, and the two of them drifted into the wall along with the momentum.

As the dragon wall flipped, there was another world inside.

Although there was no light source, with the eyesight of Yu Liancheng and the white-clad Luoyang, they could naturally see that before them was a corridor over a zhang wide, which was extremely imposing.

"This is the tomb of the Great Qin Emperor; this time, I must take a good look." Yu Liancheng chuckled and strode into the corridor. Luoyang walked alongside him.

Eight hundred years ago, there was a Great Qin Emperor who unified the world. It is just a pity that this massive dynasty rose like a comet and fell like a comet.

A flash in the pan.

But there is no doubt that it was an extremely powerful dynasty. And as the Great Qin Imperial Tomb, it naturally buried quite a few good things.

The imperial tomb has not been visited to this day, clearly hidden very deeply. Even if Yu Liancheng released his divine sense to investigate, it would take quite a bit of effort.

Fortunately.

He still had Luoyang by his side.

This woman knew the specific location of the imperial tomb.

But she was alone and might not be able to enter and exit the imperial tomb with ease, so after some hesitation, she agreed to explore the imperial tomb together with Yu Liancheng.

As for Murong Wuzhu, the moment she heard it was about tomb raiding, she was so scared that she shrank her neck. It wasn't that she was afraid of ghosts, but mainly because today was not a suitable day for traveling, so she stayed at a nearby inn.

In this imperial tomb, there was no shortage of mechanisms and traps.

For instance, shortly after stepping into the corridor, they encountered "Mountain Closing."

Mountain Closing has a very simple literal meaning: the two walls of the corridor close in like two great mountains, intending to crush any living thing in the corridor.

These mechanisms can be said to be foolproof against ordinary tomb raiders, but when encountering a master like Yu Liancheng who is outside the specifications, their utility is pitifully small.

With a spread of his arms, he easily resisted the closing of the two walls. With another push, he destroyed the mechanism.

As for the other traps and mechanisms, they were broken even more easily.

Boom—!!

Before long, a bronze door that originally required the bloodline of a Great Qin royal descendant as a key was easily broken open by Yu Liancheng, and another wide road appeared before their eyes.

Stone warriors lined the path, weapons pointed at each other.

Looking along the way, the road seemed to have no end.

A flash of fervor crossed Luoyang's eyes, and she took the first step; Yu Liancheng followed closely behind.

Just on both sides of the road, there were over three hundred terracotta warriors. At the end, there were nine levels of stairs. On each level of stairs, there were Martial Warriors with Hand-held Sword. The lower seven levels were all stone-quality soldiers, while the eighth level had two real human skeletons on the left and right. As for the ninth level, there was a dragon chair, on which sat a withered white skeleton draped in a dragon robe.

Presumably, this was that famous Great Qin Emperor in history.

Luoyang stepped up the stairs step by step, walked to the vicinity of the dragon chair, and suddenly gave a cold snort, slapping the skeleton that was most likely the Great Qin Emperor away with one sleeve.

"Hiss." Yu Liancheng gasped: "They say that one night of being husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace, and a hundred days of being husband and wife is as deep as the sea; it seems this saying doesn't quite apply to you."

"What did you say?" Luoyang turned her head abruptly, a pair of beautiful eyes carrying sharp killing intent, her pretty face seemingly shrouded in coldness.

"One night of being husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace, and a hundred days of being husband and wife is as deep as the sea," Yu Liancheng repeated.

Luoyang's eyes carried a hint of redness, and she gritted her teeth: "What madness are you spouting? How could I be related to someone from eight hundred years ago?"

Yu Liancheng looked at her, chuckled, and slowly spat out a few words: "Great Qin Empress, Luoyang."

"You..." Luoyang's Qi surged, her robes fluttering without wind. After her identity was exposed, her killing intent became even more intense, but she soon sighed faintly: "Who exactly are you?"

"I am just a person who accidentally fell into a book."

Yu Liancheng beckoned with his sleeve, and the Tiger Tally that was originally on the Great Qin Emperor's knees flew into his hand.

With a thought, a strand of vast purple Qi flew from the Nation-Suppressing Tiger Tally into his body. Even though eight hundred years had passed, the Great Qin Dynasty was so powerful back then that there was quite a bit of Luck remaining in this imperial tomb.

"I am a bit curious." After Yu Liancheng sucked the Luck of the Tiger Tally dry, he threw it to Luoyang, spread his arms, and his entire body seemed to turn into a deep, profound black hole, absorbing the strands of residual Luck in the tomb into his body.

"Back then, you and the Great Qin Emperor had deep feelings. If you saw his reincarnation, would you treat his reincarnation as the Great Qin Emperor and continue your past relationship?" Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Or perhaps, you have penetrated the truth of reincarnation and understand that the previous life is just the previous life, and the 'me' of yesterday is not the 'me' of today; that it is just a stranger carrying a bit of the Great Qin Emperor's residual spirituality?"

Hearing Yu Liancheng's words, a hint of doubt could not help but flash in Luoyang's eyes. Originally, she intended to find the Great Qin Emperor and pay back all the debts she owed.

But after reincarnation, is he still him?

Eight hundred years of time; she did not know how many times he had reincarnated, and even the sliver of spirituality that a cultivator retains in reincarnation was likely worn away.

Once one enters reincarnation, all past dust is forgotten.

That is already a brand-new person.

And not the Great Qin Emperor of the past.

Then what is the point of finding the reincarnation?

For a moment, Luoyang fell into deep thought.

"Take your time thinking." Yu Liancheng absorbed the Luck of this main mausoleum, searched through it once more, and seeing nothing of value, headed toward the other corridors of the tomb.

Yet Luoyang remained like a clay sculpture or a stone carving, not moving at all.

It is unknown how much time had passed.

Yu Liancheng returned to the main chamber filled with terracotta soldiers.

His harvest was extremely rich; he had taken away strange treasures, as well as the weapons of Great Qin and countless gold and silver riches. These were of little use to him, but they could be given to Xu Weixiong, who had an ordinary appearance but whose ambition and talent were inferior to no man.

The white-clad Luoyang sat on the dragon throne, seemingly closing her eyes to rest.

Hearing Yu Liancheng's arrival, she opened her beautiful eyes, but the previous confusion was gone, replaced by her initial coldness and arrogance, as if she were the Empress of Great Qin presiding over the world.

"How long until we go to Liyang?" the white-clad Luoyang said indifferently.

"We will go to the Qilin Sect once more; there is a monk there trying to save all living beings who is currently getting beaten up. Then we will return to Beimang, though I expect we will have to fight that fellow Tuoba on the way."

"Good." The white-clad Luoyang nodded, her gaze darkening as she muttered to herself, "Great King, let us bring this to an end."