Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 152 Divine Machine
The scorching heat quickly dissipated, and in the darkness, only the sound of the man constantly knocking on the monster's corpse remained.

As crimson flames flickered intermittently, his shadow was reflected on the bluestone wall. After crushing the spider monster's small brain, he continued to reach into the monster's body, groping among the flesh and slime.

Suddenly, his hand paused, as if he had found what he wanted, straightened his back, and pulled hard.

Pei Xia pulled a slender object, resembling an ancient vine, from the monster's body.

He looked down at it for a while. It was neither jade nor stone. Its surface was covered with layers of fine patterns, like a spider web, while its interior contained a powerful and somewhat frightening spiritual energy.

"Demon marrow, and of superior quality at that. Even if this beast is only at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm, its cultivation must be extremely high."

Pei Xia licked her lips and chuckled, "If I hadn't been so weak, I really wouldn't have gotten this advantage."

He carefully fastened his loot before turning to look at the others in the hall.

Han Youzhi collapsed weakly to the ground, her spiritual energy nearly exhausted, and her body was severely injured both inside and out. Although her vital organs were not damaged, it would be impossible for her to recover in less than ten days to half a month.

On the other hand, the square-faced man was in a much worse situation.

He was manipulated by the demonic beast, and each fierce battle was a death sentence. His internal organs and meridians were already on the verge of collapse. The only reason he was able to hold on to the demonic beast was because of the ruthlessness he had cultivated since childhood in the cold northern region.

At that moment, he fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, and he was no longer breathing.

Ye Lu knelt beside him, his face expressionless, only his hand gripping the sword trembling incessantly.

Pei Xia glanced at him and sneered, "Useless trash."

Ye Lu did not refute, because at that moment he himself thought so too.

He began learning swordsmanship at the age of nine and mastered the Qi of the twelve-year-old. He was recruited by the Northern Barbarians and trained as the most prestigious "Falcon" in the Royal Court's Golden Tent. Whether in Hanzhou or the Northern Army, he was able to complete his missions with excellence. In fact, he was able to reach the Xuan realm with sword energy in his early twenties. Almost everyone believed that he would become the strongest Falcon in the Royal Court in the future.

But now, he could only kneel here, watching his elder brother, who had taken such good care of him for so many years, lying coldly on the ground.

Pei Xia glanced at the weak and powerless Han Youzhi, then looked at the frail Su Shi who had been thrown to the ground by him.

Slowly walking towards Ye Lu.

He raised his foot and kicked Ye Lu.

Ye Lu raised his head and stared blankly at him, while Pei Xia gestured with his chin toward the stone coffin in the distance: "Go, push that stone coffin away for me."

The demon beast is dead, but the stone coffin on the green platform still lies there quietly. As the most conspicuous place in the entire underground palace, it is very likely that there are valuable treasures hidden inside, in addition to the skeleton.

Having encountered so many masters along the way, and now with this strange and powerful spider demon beast, Pei Xia had to consider the possibility that there were other protective measures inside the stone coffin.

So he sent Ye Lu. This kid is a sword cultivator at the Tongxuan realm. If there really is a trap, he should be able to withstand a few more hits when he dies.

The great battle had just ended, and the grief of losing loved ones was still lingering in Ye Lu's heart; at this moment, he was depressed.

But upon hearing Pei Xia's words, his strong mental fortitude honed through years of training in Heishi overcame the sadness in his heart, and he got up to leave.

But when he turned around and saw Pei Xia's expression, especially those fiery eyes, his habitual caution stopped him in time.

“Pei Xia, you…”

Ye Lu felt something was wrong.

Because they were blocked by the enormous body of the monster, Ye Lu and Han Youzhi didn't really know what had happened to Pei Xia on the other side.

Seeing Ye Lu's hesitation, Pei Xia curled her lip impatiently and said, "I'm not discussing this with you."

Golden-red blood flowed from his right arm.

Ye Lu frowned and instinctively drew his sword.

Then he saw Pei Xia press down on the body of the square-faced man on the ground. Liu Huo's hand gripped the corpse's neck, and Pei Xia, as if dragging a sack, pulled up the man's body, then looked at Ye Lu with icy eyes: "I'll say it again, go open the stone coffin."

Is this Pei Xia?

Ye Lu did not move; his hand remained on his sword, and his body was truly in a state of readiness for battle.

Just then, Lu Li's shout came from the darkness on the other side: "Listen to him!"

Pear's cheek was scraped; she must have fallen with considerable force, and it's already starting to swell.

She shouted at Ye Lu, "Listen to him!"

Of all the details about Pei Xia, only Lu Li knew the most.

When she saw the golden-red blood flames, she already knew that Qingxianzi had ultimately failed to completely strip away his five virtues and eight aspects. After consciously guiding him with the fire of his heart, the fire virtue body had been rekindled in Pei Xia's body.

Given Ye Lu's cultivation level and Han Youzhi's current condition, there is absolutely no one who can subdue Pei Xia right now.

Listen to him, for now.

Ye Lu vaguely sensed a subtle change, but at least it sounded like Lu Li was still acting normally.

He stared at Pei Xia Liu Huo's arm and the corpse in his hand, and finally let out a long breath: "Okay, I'll go."

He did not sheath his sword, but carefully walked to the center of the hall, to the stone coffin on the green platform.

Ye Lu walked very carefully. He knew the nature of the Su Masters; it wouldn't be surprising if a single step triggered some kind of spell or formation.

Fortunately, the owner of this ancient underground palace did not seem to have any intention of stopping later visitors.

Ye Lu easily pushed open the lid of the ornately decorated stone coffin.

The scene inside surprised Ye Lu.

There were no jewels, no ritual implements, only some fragments of bones, which, like the corpses in the coffin rooms outside, had long since weathered and crumbled.

This suggests that the one sleeping in the stone coffin was likely a pure sorcerer as well.

Apart from the withered corpses, there was only one thing left in the stone coffin.

It was a small ball decorated with rustic wood grain at both ends, and a round, transparent crystal in the middle.

The coffin was dark, and Ye Lu couldn't see clearly at first. He reached in and lit up a little bit of light.

Then, what he saw made his pupils shrink!

Inside that round crystal, a human brain the size of a fist was floating quietly.

A viscous, transparent liquid filled the interior of the crystal, and the tiny brain was encased within this liquid. Even after hundreds or even thousands of years, the brain still looked bright red and delicate.

Seeing Ye Lu freeze in place, Pei Xia, standing below the green platform, asked, "What's inside?"

Ye Lu didn't know how to answer, so he could only force himself to calm down and then take out the sphere.

The light illuminated Pei Xia and Lu Li, who were further away. They stared in surprise at the Brain in the Sphere in Ye Lu's hand.

They then exclaimed in unison, "Divine strategy!"

The Su Master's external computing power, the key that can help humanity achieve "impossible spells," is the hallmark of the Seven Realms—the Divine Machine.

(End of this chapter)