Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 228 Mausoleum
Apart from Wei Xi, there were only eight people breathing alive on the stage.

Wei Xi felt an urge to tear off the mask on her face and see what this altar could do to her.

But his hands firmly held the edge of the mask.

Wei Xi was not in a hurry to transport these people out: if the Qing-Swallowing Beast was not dealt with, they would still die even if they were transported away.

It is better to seize this rare opportunity and find the key clues to kill the monster.

Standing up, Wei Xi began to examine the murals on the altar.

Looking closer, Wei Xi became more certain that the altar in front of him was exactly the same as the one in the town.

On the pillars that are as thick as a man's embrace, there is a mural with the name of Wei Xi Hu Luan'an. In fact, all the plots here are expressed through carvings.

These carvings have smooth lines and vivid figures, with both form and spirit. They are not only exquisitely crafted but also of high artistic value. Compared with the broken murals in the valley, they are worlds apart.

But Wei Xi was not interested in any of this. Fortunately, the carvings did not disappoint the little mute who chewed the peony.

Because these carvings clearly have narrative continuity with the valley murals.

Wei Xi quickly went through these carvings. The general content was: a small group of people escaped from the mouth of the Qing-Swallowing Beast by chance. This group of people started a new life on land with the remnants of civilization.

With their abundant wealth (the people in the carving unpacked the packages they had brought with them), the survivors established a new order. The small settlement quickly expanded, cities emerged, and new opportunities and challenges expanded the boundaries of civilization.

Everything was going in the right direction until the monster in the sea woke up.

The ghost of the monster that devoured their compatriots is still lingering around. This time, the survivors are completely enraged and use a "weapon" they brought from the bottom of the sea.

Wei Xi's face was filled with black lines, because the following content challenged her common sense: the survivors created a complex of buildings out of thin air, as if these buildings had followed them all the way from the bottom of the sea to escape.

If these people had this ability, Wei Xi felt that the Qing-Swallowing Beast would have to serve them as a dog, lying at the city gate and sticking out its tongue every day.

But the carving was right in front of him, and Wei Xi reluctantly accepted the possibility.

Wei Xi also had a vague idea of the function of the building complex.

Because in these buildings, there are very eye-catching coffin patterns, and these coffins are often the core of a small building.

It is not difficult to see that the content of the carving is most likely the tomb of the ruler of the underwater city.

The next carving is a scene of a melee between the two sides.

Wei Xi was very bold and made one guess after another.

The Qing-Swallowing Beast was eventually locked in one of the mausoleums, where it came into close contact with the natives. As a result, the Qing-Swallowing Beast was severely injured and went berserk, swallowing the new city whole.

The content of the last carving is much more "normal": these survivors became stiff one by one and became puppets of the Devouring Beast.

The remaining survivors began to bury the legacy of civilization in batches, and many precious items were secretly buried in metal cabinets.

Wei Xi thought of the dozen or so books in his Qiankun bag and couldn't help shaking his head, lamenting that these people were unlucky.

These carvings contain many details, which at least show that this civilization has reached the pinnacle of metal use.

Certain alien puppet-like objects recur repeatedly, their forms remarkably similar to some metal drawings. Combined with the specific scenes depicted in the carvings, it's easy to conclude that this underwater civilization had already begun using these metal products on a large scale.

It seems that this underwater civilization has opened up the metal machinery technology tree.

Wei Xi accepted it well: she understood this underwater city as a super large sect specializing in refining equipment.

This made Wei Xi start to consider the drawings she had on hand—at least she could make a copy before selling the spirit stones. These fragments of good fortune carved on the altar gave Wei Xi a boost of energy: the feasibility of her plan had been verified.

The previous performance of Shen Fu and others was really worrying. Even in Wei Xi's original plan, whether these people could survive really depended on luck.

Today, these carvings convey a message: the Sun-Swallowing Beast can be harmed.

Even the path is ready-made - the ancient city mausoleum.

Wei Xi didn't care what she would release, as long as she could save her life, she would do it without hesitation.

It is quite regrettable that there are no mausoleums to be seen here, only strange things like dead fish eyes, crawling human ears and so on.

With an idea in mind, Wei Xi decided to do a good deed every day and move these fellow Taoists out.

After all, there is still a great possibility that she can get out. If these people are alive and give her gifts as a thank-you, she will become a small rich man.

Wei Xi used a magic spell to send the ear that was stuck to the bottom of the river on its way. The flames generated by his spiritual power ignited the disgusting ear that had been under the river water for years.

Small, sharp curses could be heard from the flames, and if you listened carefully, you would discover that they were screams coming from ears of various shapes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The people standing at the entrance of the passage had dazed expressions and stiff movements, as if they had become victims of noise pollution.

Wei Xi acted decisively and gave each of the victims a talisman to restrict their movements, and then stuck it hard on their foreheads. These people finally calmed down, but their expressions still revealed that something was wrong.

To make matters worse, it never rains: the sound of the Qing-Swallowing Beast shaking its fins gradually appeared, mixed with the Qing-Swallowing Beast's angry howls.

Wei Xi acted decisively and grabbed three or four fellow Taoists who were not yet dead, and kicked the nearest corpse away.

Thanks to the monk's strong physique, the kick was steady, accurate, and fierce, and the deadly corpse seemed to weigh nothing. The blazing, distracted ear array was unable to stop a corpse.

Wei Xi dragged a few monks towards his teammates, and prying eyes came from above his head.

These gazes were so full of hatred that they almost solidified into substance, but Wei Xi didn't care at all. He threw the half-dead fellow Taoist at the feet of his teammates, raised his hand and fired a crossbow, directly stringing the eyeballs of the three skeletons together.

The remaining eyes closed in an instant, as obediently as if he had fallen asleep.

After dealing with the weak and cowardly Dead Fish Eyeball, whose ears were burned to almost nothing, her teammates finally regained their sanity.

"The Sky-Swallowing Beast is coming!" Yu Jin's voice was shaking.

When Shen Fu saw that there was still someone on the altar, he immediately wanted to go over to save them. However, before he could even get out, Wei Xi stuffed a disciple into his hands.

"Save as many as you can!" Wei Xi declared. "If we're any later, everyone will die!"

"But……"

Wei Xi let go of the hand holding the person, his expression still indifferent, "It's beyond human power, don't force it!"

The howls of the Qing-Swallowing Beast grew louder and louder. Wei Xi threw open his arms, picked up the corpse he had brought back specially, and led the charge towards the secret passage.

The rest of them each grabbed a seriously injured fellow Taoist and ran away.

Shen Fu rushed to the unprotected altar without hesitation, grabbed the two people and chased after the main force.

Shen Fu's heart was bleeding, for himself and for his fellow Taoists who were left behind.

(End of this chapter)