Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

In an instant, a vast and mighty force suddenly gathered from all directions, transforming into a giant palm print that floated in the sky.

The palm print was so large that it seemed to cover this entire star field. Daoist Miaoyin immediately paused and looked up at the palm print.

The Nine Heavens Demon Lord frowned almost imperceptibly and also stopped.

Beneath the palm print, wisps of black energy appeared out of thin air, intertwining to form a blurry black shadow. This shadow was a person dressed in a black robe, whose entire body was shrouded in black, making it impossible to discern their features.

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Palace Mysteries and Transformations in Heritage

The moment his foot stepped into the spatial rift, a roar suddenly resounded in Lin Che's mind, and the ninth map, which had been floating deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, appeared.

At this moment, as if it had completed its mission, it quickly dimmed, and the intricate patterns on it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and vanishing completely.

Clearly, the map that had guided him to this place was no longer of any use.

Just as the map disappeared, an ancient and weathered voice, as if traversing countless ages, slowly entered Lin Che's mind.

The voice carried a hint of weariness, yet also a trace of resentment, each word echoing clearly.

"The Ninth-Tier Tomb has opened, and you are my successor... You may step through the Gate of Reincarnation and enter my Heavenly Palace... However, the Heavenly Palace has been sealed by my mortal enemy, and entry requires sufficient cultivation and an immense stroke of luck..."

He paused slightly, as if reminiscing about the past, and his tone became somewhat heavy.

"In my entire life, I have suffered only one defeat... yet I have no regrets... That Taoist priest turned left, blocking my retreat, and Dao Yi Li Guang shot out my left eye. Within that left eye lay half a lifetime of memories and my longing for my homeland..."

"Inheritor, if you can become ancient, if you can... if you can..."

The last two sentences became increasingly blurred, as if the traces of time had been worn away by the sands of time, and finally vanished completely into the void.

Lin Che felt a blur before his eyes, and the intense spatial dizziness vanished in an instant. When his vision cleared again, he found himself inside a palace that was larger than he could have imagined.

This palace is like a compressed version of the entire starry sky, stretching as far as the eye can see, with countless dazzling crystals embedded in its ceiling.

It reflects a magnificent golden light, exuding both awe-inspiring majesty and a chilling, bone-deep sinister aura.

The source of that eerie aura was directly in front of Lin Che.
The procession of four rows of cultivators, their corpses stretching along the central axis of the palace, extends into the distance, seemingly without end.

Each row contained nearly a thousand cultivators, standing ramrod straight, their seven orifices filled with blood that had long since turned black.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils still holding the ferocity and murderous intent of someone on the verge of death, as if he were about to break free and pounce on them at any moment.

The monks' clothing was extremely strange, completely different from any clothing Lin Che had ever seen before.

The fabric of the garment, like flowing water, shimmered with a soft luster under the light of the crystals, seemingly possessing a life of its own as it undulated slightly.

Lin Che's heart stirred; he was not entirely unfamiliar with such clothing.

Previously, when the Lightning Clan was collecting the Undying Lightning, a phantom image appeared in his mind. In the image, the outsiders who invaded the Lightning Clan were wearing this strange clothing.

Even more strangely, above the head of each cultivator, a cluster of pale green flames burned quietly. The flames flickered without emitting any heat, only making a faint crackling sound, which perfectly illuminated the entire hall with alternating light and shadow.

"Is this the Human Lamp?" Lin Che, with one hand behind his back, hovered in mid-air above the hall, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators, and instantly understood.

These people were already dead. The flames burning now were special candles formed by the fusion of their corpse oil and their remaining primordial spirits. They were actually refined by someone using secret techniques and became lamps to illuminate the palace.

Gazing at this chilling sight, the eerie atmosphere in the hall grew even stronger.

Lin Che suppressed the shock in his heart and looked ahead along the four rows of corpses. In the distance, there stood a towering stone platform that seemed to reach into the clouds.

The stone platform was crafted from dark gold rock, its surface covered with ancient runes, from which faint energy fluctuations emanated, clearly containing unknown mysteries.

At the very top of the stone platform, there was a huge chair.

The chair is made of an unknown black metal, with armrests carved into the shape of ferocious beast heads, and dozens of fist-sized, multicolored gems inlaid on the backrest, which still shine brightly even after thousands of years.

However, in front of the seat, the stone platform from the bottom down to the seat has a huge crack, the edges of which are extremely smooth, and it still retains a terrifying sharpness that has not dissipated to this day.

It's as if in the distant past, a person wielding a divine weapon pierced through the air with a sword or an arrow, ignoring all obstacles, and went straight for the one sitting on the seat, leaving this eternal mark on the stone platform.

At this moment, the majestic chair was empty, with only an oval-shaped ball of light floating directly in front of it.

The ball of light emitted a soft white halo, without any energy fluctuations leaking out, yet it exuded an aura that calmed the mind, forming a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere inside the hall.

Lin Che's gaze continued to move, and he discovered that in the very center of the four rows of cultivator corpses, there stood a huge bronze cauldron that was several hundred feet tall.

The body of the cauldron is engraved with patterns of mountains, rivers, birds and animals, and the patterns are as clear as new. Wisps of incense slowly rise from the mouth of the cauldron.

The fragrant mist condensed into a thin, white ribbon that floated straight upwards, eventually merging into the crystal on the roof of the palace and disappearing from sight.

Lin Che remained silent for a moment, then his spiritual energy circulated slightly, and his body slowly rose upwards.

As he gained altitude, his field of vision gradually broadened, eventually passing over the massive stone platform in front of him and revealing a small portion of the palace.

Behind the stone platform, there was another giant cauldron exactly the same as the one in the middle, and four rows of cultivator corpses were arranged around it.

They maintained the same ferocious posture, with pale green flames burning above their heads, echoing the procession of corpses in front of them.

Looking further, Lin Che was astonished to discover that there was a giant cauldron in each of the eight directions of the stone platform.

Each giant cauldron was surrounded by rows of cultivator corpses, and countless pale green flames intertwined, illuminating the entire stone platform area as if it were a ghost realm.

"Just what kind of battlefield is this...?"

Lin Che was deeply shocked. He stared at the scene before him for a long time before taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

At this moment, Lin Che knew very well that what he was seeing was only the tip of the iceberg of this boundless palace.

Lin Che's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly swung his right hand forward, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy that swept across the entire hall like a whirlwind. (End of Chapter)