This likely refers to some kind of light-absorbing coating on the surrounding walls. This is a common technique used in ancient tombs.
This phenomenon continues until the very end of the ancient tomb.
“Master, there’s no road ahead,” Partridge Whistle said, turning back to Lu Xuan.
“It’s not that there’s no road, it’s that we’ve arrived.” Lu Xuan placed his right hand on the wall in front of him. His inner energy suddenly erupted, surging along his arm towards the wall.
With a crack, a noticeable fissure appeared in the wall. A faint, pale green glow shone through the crack.
Lu Xuan took a step back, and the Corpse King stepped forward. His fist, encased in iron armor, pounded relentlessly, smashing a hole as tall as a person into the wall.
What appeared before them was a bridge. However, the bridge was covered with a pale green, glowing moss, reflecting a lush, verdant color.
"These seem to be some kind of special corpse moss. I don't know how many people are buried here. The aura of death has permeated the entire tomb below. Also, why hasn't the energy here leaked out? We've already broken through the outer walls."
“It’s not these walls that are sealing this place. A mere wall can’t stop this mountain of corpses and sea of bones. The yin energy here is rotating in a specific way, forming a vortex. There’s an underground river under the bridge. Its flow is swirling. That’s the source of the entire formation’s power.”
"In this way, all the Yin energy in the entire tomb will gather in one place. Wouldn't that turn him into another Corpse King?" Partridge Whistle had followed Lu Xuan for many years, so his knowledge had naturally caught up with him.
He recognized that the formation before him was very similar to the one in the ancient tomb at Ping Mountain. This one was even more advanced and massive than the one in that world. But this also meant that it should only nurture an even more powerful Corpse King.
"Theoretically, that's correct. I guess he might be trying to use the concept of yin giving rise to yang. By making the yin energy extremely concentrated, the yang aspect will naturally evolve."
"You can do that?" The old foreigner and Hua Ling were both stunned. Although it sounded somewhat reasonable, something still felt off.
"Of course not. Whether it's yin giving rise to yang or yang giving rise to yin, it's just a hypothetical concept in Taoist philosophy. It has never actually happened. Yin is yin, and yang is yang. How can they be transformed so easily? A person is dead, that's it. Can someone come back to life after being dead for a long time?"
The four of them had already crossed the bridge and arrived at a place that resembled a plaza.
It was then that they discovered there were eight such bridges. They seemed to correspond to the Eight Trigrams or the Eight Gates. But none of that mattered.
The important thing is that the square in front of us is densely packed with 'people'. Let's just call them people for now.
There were thousands of figures standing there silently, all looking up at the center of the square in unison. It gave off a strange sense of unease and oppression.
Following their gaze, there stood a massive altar. However, instead of a coffin, a throne was placed upon it.
A person sat on the throne. From a distance, he appeared bloated and obese, giving off a strange feeling. It was as if two people were stacked on top of each other.
Feng Shigu's idea of achieving immortality through corpse liberation arose from excavating the ancient tomb of the Black Sheep King. This was because the Black Sheep King had already attained considerable power, transforming into a kind of living, dynamic, and neither-living corpse.
But by then, the King of Wuyang had already sealed himself in a coffin for over a thousand years. Feng Shigu couldn't wait that long, so he usurped the throne, wanting to seize the King of Wuyang's millennia-long preparations for himself.
So he used some ancient, evil magic, sewing the body of Bayi Street into the body of the Black Sheep King, attempting to merge with him and thus save that thousand years.
Meanwhile, Feng Shigu's ambitions were even greater. The Black Sheep King sought immortality. He absorbed yin energy within his coffin, transforming himself into a living corpse, merely seeking to avoid death.
However, Feng Shigu's schemes were far more elaborate; he desired to become an immortal. Therefore, at the core of this formation, there was no coffin, only a throne. This was because Feng Shigu wanted anyone entering this ancient tomb to see a true earth immortal, not a living corpse or a zombie.
Look at the crazy ideas of the ancients in their pursuit of immortality and becoming immortals. Sometimes Lu Xuan even feels that his own path to immortality isn't so difficult after all. At least it's much easier than the two before him.
However, just as the four were about to step into the square, a soft clicking sound rang out.
Lu Xuan flicked his right hand, and a silver short spear appeared in his grasp. As he channeled his inner energy into it, the short spear rapidly extended, eventually transforming into a long spear as tall as himself.
At the same time, a dense barrage of camera clicks echoed across the square.
Chapter 228 Everything is Ready
Thousands of pairs of green eyes turned in unison, staring at the four. At the same time, their front parts creaked and clicked, like machines that hadn't been used in a long time warming up.
Following the movie formula, the four should be in a state of confusion right now. They should be watching their lives end before starting their escape. But Lu Xuan and the others are unlikely to be that brain-dead.
As soon as the mummies stirred, the Corpse King charged forward. Like a bulldozer, he rampaged through the plaza, carving a path through it. At the same time, the three siblings pulled out their Type 50 submachine guns and unleashed a burst of fire.
Although they could all project their true energy and use techniques like the "Splitting Palm," nothing beats the effectiveness of a submachine gun. Under the crossfire, hundreds of mummies were torn to shreds before they even had a chance to move. Their movements became increasingly faster, but Lu Xuan and the others had already taken advantage of this situation to cross the defensive line and reach the foot of the altar.
It was a bloated, twisted body. Two bodies were fused together, yet not completely. Neither human nor ghost, its face wore an expression that was both crying and laughing. From head to toe, it exuded a strong sense of incongruity and distortion.
Countless mummies began to surge forward from behind, but Lu Xuan paid no attention. The Corpse King stood in his way and tore all the mummies that rushed up into pieces.
The corpse seated on the throne was cold and damp, completely different from the surrounding mummies. Lu Xuan could even hear a faint breathing sound. But it remained motionless, as if in some kind of emergency.
Lu Xuan watched for a while, sensing it might not be finished anytime soon. So he reached in and pulled out something. It was a golden pill that the Guanshan Taibao had consumed many years ago in the canyon palace of the Ping Mountain Ancient Tomb. The man who consumed the golden pill had immediately died.
However, Lu Xuan knew that this thing contained immense medicinal power. But it was definitely not meant for human consumption. After a moment's thought, Lu Xuan reached out and directly stuffed the golden pill into the mouth of the ancient corpse before him. He channeled his vital energy, forcibly pushing the golden pill into its stomach.
"This is something you made yourselves, it should be helpful to you, right?" Lu Xuan said, not giving the other party a chance to refuse. He directly shattered the golden core from a distance, causing all the medicinal power to erupt within its body.
The ancient corpses, which had been in a stiff state, suddenly began to convulse. Their partially fused bodies started to twist and writhe rapidly. The fusion of the two ancient corpses was proceeding at a visible speed.
"Alright, let's step back a bit, this thing might be waking up soon."
Upon hearing this, Partridge Whistle and the others immediately retreated a certain distance, then took out a bunch of explosives from their bags and began setting them up around the altar.
First, let him become an Earth Immortal, then kill him. This was Lu Xuan's basic plan. To be precise, he wanted to first strengthen the things in the Earth Immortal's tomb to their maximum potential, and then kill them.
To cause a surge in spiritual energy during the Dharma-ending Age, a sufficiently powerful bomb is needed. The ancient corpse in the Earth Immortal's Tomb is the bomb Lu Xuan prepared. However, there is an even safer option: the remains of the Serpent God in the Kunlun Temple.
That thing is far superior to a terrestrial immortal; if it could be detonated, it would likely cause a massive upheaval in spiritual energy.
However, Lu Xuan harbored great reservations about the Serpent God. Its origins were unknown, and it seemed somewhat out of place in this world's art style. Lu Xuan suspected that this thing might be something from another world, or perhaps an ancient god from another lost era.
Most terrifyingly, numerous details suggest that the ancient god may not have truly died. All these clues combined made Lu Xuan hesitant to attack the Serpent God. He also refrained from using the Muchen Pearl in the tomb of King Xian. Instead, he focused on the more distinctly local earth immortal.