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Chapter 363 He's Turning Around! (Continuing with 20,000-word updates, please vote with monthly tickets!~)

The earth-shattering tremors in the crimson space resembled the end of the world.

The old man's cloudy old eyes were now bloodshot.

There was no fear inside.

There was only a kind of madness that bordered on martyrdom.

The command from the Lingxiao Ancestor still echoed in his ears.

Fang Qingyu is Lingxiao Society's only way out!
Fang Qingyu's last instruction to him was to protect Yan Lin.

This was more important than his life, more important than the lives of all the Lingxiao Sect disciples present.

"Protect Lord Yan! Retreat! Retreat to the entrance!"

The old ghost's roar drowned out the wailing in the space.

The remaining hundred or so elite Lingxiao warriors instantly retreated, their swords pointing outwards.

They firmly protected Yan Lin in the center.

Their faces showed no sorrow for their fallen comrades, only a stagnant indifference.

The moment you step into this place, your life is no longer your own.

It's a stroke of luck to get out alive; dying here is my destiny.

Boom, crack.

Huge rocks, carrying a sticky, bloody sheen, rained down.

The ground cracked and collapsed violently, and the dozen or so Lingxiao disciples at the rear only had time to let out a short scream.

It was instantly swallowed up by the surging blood-red swamp and collapsing boulders.

Not even a ripple was left.

The old ghost's eyes were bloodshot, but he dared not turn around.

Its emaciated body burst forth with its last breath, stubbornly withstanding the oncoming rubble and bloody storm.

They led their remaining troops closer and closer to it.

They were running desperately through the increasingly blurred entrance gap.

Every step he took was on the edge of life and death.

Finally, as the entire space behind them emitted a final, deafening roar, as if the sky itself were shattering.

Gui Lao and Yan Lin, along with the last seventy or eighty elite members of the Lingxiao Society, who were covered in blood and exhausted.

Like a fish washed ashore by a giant wave.

They stumbled out of the massive entrance to the crimson space, looking utterly disheveled.

boom! ! !
Behind them lay a bottomless abyss, completely collapsed and swallowed up by thick smoke and dust.

The violent blast of air, carrying the acrid smell of sulfur and blood, slammed hard against their backs.

The push caused everyone to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Ahem. Ahem."

The old man coughed violently, spitting out blood and dust, and struggled to his feet.

He didn't have time to check his own injuries.

He immediately turned his gaze to Yan Lin beside him.

Yan Lin's face beneath the silver mask was covered in dust, and her long, crimson hair was disheveled.

But those cool, aloof eyes remained unchanged.

She also struggled to sit up, her gaze piercing through the thick smoke and dust.

He stared intently at the underground space that had just swallowed everything.

The old ghost followed her gaze.

Thick smoke billowed, like boiling ink.

Deep within the smoke and dust, the once faint outline of the enormous cross had completely vanished without a trace.

As far as the eye could see, there was only devastation, with broken edges that looked as if they had been gnawed by a giant beast.

And below, a bottomless, dark abyss.

Empty.

Nothing left.

"Where's Captain Fang Fang?!"

The old man's voice trembled with disbelief, and his withered face turned ashen instantly.

A tremendous panic gripped his heart in an instant.

Fang Qingyu...gone?!
The Lingxiao Society's path to survival is cut off?!
Yan Lin's breath hitched slightly, and her red lips beneath the silver mask pressed into a cold, straight line.

Chen Yuanshan. The cross. Together with Fang Qingyu.
Did they fall together into that unknown abyss?

This turn of events was completely beyond her expectations!

"Roar--!"

"Kill them all!"

Just as the two were deeply shaken and staring intently at the deep pit.

Above them, the sounds of fierce fighting, roars, and the clanging of clashing weapons pierced through the floors like a sudden downpour.

It poured clearly into my ears!

The battle not only did not end, but intensified.

Old Ghost suddenly looked up, a ruthless determination flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

Captain Fang's fate is unknown, but Lord Yan must live!

He abruptly turned around and roared at the remaining elite members of the Lingxiao Society, "Listen up! Protect Lord Yan! Charge! Break out of this hellhole! Anyone who dares to block our way, kill them without mercy!"

"Yes!"

The remaining elite members of the Lingxiao Society roared in unison.

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried the ruthlessness of a desperate criminal.

They quickly regrouped, protecting Yan Lin in the center. Their swords were stained with blood, their eyes were fierce, and they rushed towards the staircase leading to the upper floor like a wounded pack of wolves.

Yan Lin forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart and her worry for Fang Qingyu.

His gaze quickly regained its composure.

At this moment, the changes on the battlefield above are equally crucial.

She remained silent, allowing the old ghost and others to protect her, her long, crimson hair billowing like flames as she ran.

His eyes, hidden behind the silver mask, were deep in thought.

The stairs spiraled upwards, and the sounds of fighting grew clearer and more piercing.

Yan Lin and Gui Lao led the last few dozen elite members of the Lingxiao Society out of the stairwell.

They burst into a relatively spacious hall, which had now become a scene of carnage.

The sight before her eyes caused even the well-traveled Yan Lin's pupils to shrink suddenly.

Inside the hall, swords flashed and energy surged!

On one side was a large force led by Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and others, which included the core elites of the Qinglong Gang, veterans brought by Liu San, and some later-joining forces.

The number of people was unknown, but the line of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see.

Clearly, there are still many combatants still alive.

And its momentum was overwhelming.

Jiang Wei was surrounded by crimson flames, like the blazing sun at the heart of the battlefield, turning the black-robed figures into charred remains wherever she passed.

Wei Banmeng's twin blades flashed, frost and shadow intertwining as they slashed through the enemy's formation.

Their opponents, however, had dwindled to just over two hundred men.

He was still wearing his signature black robe.

Silence remained.

However, its fighting style was completely different from those silent, lifeless, and fearless corpse puppets of the past.

These men in black robes feel pain.

"Ugh—!"

A man in black robes was struck in the arm by Lu Jiuyuan's sword energy; the wound was so deep that bone was visible, and blood spurted out.

He let out a muffled groan of suppressed pain.

He staggered backward, his eyes filled with not only fervor but also a hint of instinctive fear.

From another direction, Lin Yu's longsword struck the back of a man in black robes.

The man's body suddenly arched, and he also let out a short cry of pain, his movements clearly slowing down.

"These black-robed figures are likely real people. Don't kill them all yet; leave some alive!!!"

Yan Lin's sharp rebuke was like an ice spring suddenly breaking, instantly echoing throughout the chaotic hall!
Her voice instantly drew the attention of both sides in the fierce battle.

The crimson flames surging around Jiang Wei suddenly stopped, and the intense heat instantly subsided by more than half.

I fear that I might burn the person in front of me to ashes.

His ruby-red eyes swept over Yan Lin with a hint of inquiry.

Wei Banmeng forced back the enemy in front of her with a single strike, her icy gaze instantly locking onto Yan Lin. She asked urgently, "President Yan! What's the situation down there? Where's Qingzi?!"

"Chen Yuanshan and the cross disappeared, and it seems that Captain Fang disappeared with them."

Yan Lin spoke very quickly, her gaze sweeping across the men in black robes like lightning, and she emphasized her words again.

"Don't kill them all yet! These people are alive! Leave them alive! They might know more than the corpse puppets!"

"Did you hear that? Take them alive!"

After listening to the whole thing, Old Chu didn't hesitate at all and immediately gave a stern order, his voice echoing throughout the entire area.

At the same time, Wei Banmeng instantly understood Yan Lin's intention.

She wanted to get some information from these living people.

Because Aoko's whereabouts are currently unknown!

Chu Kuanglan swept his greatsword horizontally, slapping two black-robed men who rushed at him away. They crashed into the wall, their bones broken and tendons snapped, but he deliberately avoided vital points.

He glared at the black-robed men with his large, copper-bell-like eyes and roared, "Did you hear me! Surrender and you won't be killed! Those brainless corpse puppet reinforcements of your Bauhinia Society have long been wiped out by us! Resisting will only lead to your death!"

These words were like pouring cold water into boiling oil.

The remaining two hundred or so men in black robes clearly faltered for a moment during their attack.

Although no one laid down their weapons, the fanatical flames in many people's eyes flickered violently.

Instead, there was intense struggle and wavering.

They exchanged glances, their movements became hesitant, and their formation began to crumble.

This reaction was in stark contrast to the previous corpse puppets that attacked mechanically like marionettes, regardless of the number of casualties.

Yan Lin and Wei Banmeng exchanged a glance, both seeing confirmation in each other's eyes.

Undoubtedly alive!

Moreover, they are not completely brainwashed fanatics.

At least they still retain an awareness and fear of death and the war situation!

"Attack! Capture them alive if possible!"

Wei Banmeng gave the order again.

Upon receiving clear instructions, the Green Dragon Gang's morale surged once again.

The offensive shifted from deadly strikes to fierce suppression and capture.

Avoid fatal points with the blade of a sword; strike with the back or spine of the blade, or directly lock the joints.

Overwhelmed by absolute strength and numbers.

The battle quickly escalated into a hunt.

Pfft!Pfft!
The men in black robes were knocked down and subdued one after another.

Muffled sounds came and went.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the last bit of resistance was completely extinguished.

Of the more than two hundred men in black robes, only thirty-odd remained, their joints dislocated and their blood and qi blocked.

He collapsed to the ground like a lamb to the slaughter.

His eyes held a hint of despair and fear, as well as a lingering trace of twisted piety.

Chu Kuanglan was the first to stride forward.

A large, fan-like hand roughly ripped off the hood from one of the men's heads.

A blood-red face of a middle-aged man, clearly belonging to a living person, was exposed to the air.

The skin is a normal yellow color.

His eyes were vacant and filled with fear.

But its pupils were lively, unlike the lifeless gray of a corpse puppet.

"Damn it, it really is a living person!"

Chu Kuanglan spat, his gaze sweeping over the other prisoners. "Look at them all! Not a single one looks like a dead man!"

All eyes turned to Yan Lin.

Without wasting any words, Yan Lin parted the guards of the Lingxiao martial artists and walked straight to the group of prisoners.

She extended her slender, fair right hand, palm facing upwards.

A soft, pure white light slowly shone forth.

She hovered her palm half a foot above the head of a prisoner whose eyes were relatively vacant.

"Look at it."

Yan Lin's voice seemed to possess a magical quality, deep and direct.

The prisoner instinctively looked up at the ball of white light.

hum-

A sudden burst of white light spread, instantly enveloping the prisoner's head like ripples in water.

The prisoner's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Then it contracted sharply again, and the struggle and fear in its eyes receded as quickly as the tide.

Instead, there was a hollow, pure, almost fanatical obedience.

"Owner!"

The prisoner's voice was hoarse, but filled with heartfelt devotion.

He struggled to kneel before Yan Lin, but was restrained by the lock.

All I could do was bend my back and neck with all my might.

This scene sent a chill down everyone's spine, including Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan.

What method is this? !

Turning people into absolutely obedient puppets in an instant?!

Yan Lin ignored the astonishment and suspicion around her. Her face paled slightly, clearly indicating that this kind of forced mental control was extremely taxing.

Her icy gaze swept over the other prisoners, her voice carrying an undeniable authority: "The underground space has collapsed, the cross has disappeared, and where does that deep pit below lead?"

A huge sense of confusion appeared on the faces of the more than thirty prisoners at the same time.

They looked at each other, seemingly completely unable to understand the problem.

"Master, isn't that where you refine divine servants?"

Only the first prisoner to be subdued.

He answered in a puzzled yet respectful tone.

Yan Lin's eyes narrowed, and she immediately pressed, "How deep is that pit? What's down there? Do you know?"

The prisoner's confusion deepened. He tried to think, but in the end he could only shake his head blankly: "Master, isn't the Blood Pool of Purgatory down there? We are only responsible for guarding it from above and have never gone down."

The other prisoners also shook their heads, indicating that they knew nothing about it.

Yan Lin frowned, her mind racing, and immediately changed her perspective: "What was that place before? Before it became headquarters!"

The prisoners remained bewildered.

In the corner, a prisoner who looked a little older showed a very weak struggle on his face, as if he was trying to resist the control of the white light. He recalled something and said intermittently, "The mass grave. I heard the old deacon mention it. It's the largest mass grave in the entire City of Injustice. Many people have died there."

Mass grave!
A sharp glint flashed in Yan Lin's eyes.

The ancient mass grave, the immense aura of death, Chen Yuanshan's bizarre ability to drive corpses, and the cross that absorbs blood and malevolent energy.
Everything is in place.

That deep pit is probably the source of Chen Yuanshan's power.

This key information is very important.

"very good."

Yan Lin's voice was icy, and the white light in her palm instantly went out.

She withdrew her hand, not even glancing at the group of prisoners who had instantly gone limp from the loss of control, their eyes once again filled with fear and confusion.

He nodded slightly to Wei Banmeng.

Wei Banmeng understood immediately, her eyes flashing sharply: "Clean it up!"

Chu Kuanglan grinned maliciously and swung his giant sword down without hesitation.

The elite Green Dragon Gang members, who had been waiting in advance, drew their swords and blades.

A flash of cold light, and the scream abruptly stopped.

More than thirty lives were taken like weeds, and the heavy smell of blood instantly filled the air.

"President Yan, what exactly happened down there? How is Qingzi doing now?!"

Wei Banmeng could no longer contain herself and stepped in front of Yan Lin.

His tone was hurried, and his eyes revealed undisguised worry.

Su Wanqing and the others immediately gathered around, their hearts pounding in their chests. Yan Lin took a deep breath, suppressing the exhaustion from the mental strain.

He quickly and concisely recounted the final, shocking events within the crimson space.

"Eating one's own grandson?!"

Su Wanqing's pretty face turned pale, she covered her mouth, and her stomach churned violently.

Even a fierce and valiant man like Chu Kuanglan felt his scalp tingle and cursed out, "That old beast! He's not even human!"

Wei Banmeng's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Chen Yuanshan's madness and bizarre behavior far exceeded expectations.

Later, I heard that the underground space had collapsed and the entire underground space's surface had disappeared.

When the cross, Fang Qingyu, and Chen Yuanshan also disappeared.

A hint of worry appeared in everyone's eyes again.

Only Jiang Wei, who was listening nearby, remained indifferent.

Others might not know, but she had been fighting alongside Fang Qingyu in the factory for half a month, and she knew Fang Qingyu's current fighting strength best.

In this unjust city, there is no way to surpass the third-tier limit.

Fang Qingyu was invincible at this moment.

Therefore, no matter how many tricks Chen Yuanshan uses, or how cunning they are, he cannot possibly cause any harm to Fang Qingyu.

She even suspected that Fang Qingyu had deliberately followed Chen Yuanshan down there.

Therefore, Jiang Wei, who has always been the most worried about Fang Qingyu.

At this moment, he didn't show any sign of worry.

"There's no time to lose!" Wei Banmeng suddenly looked up. "President Yan, let's organize some people immediately and go down into that pit to find Qingzi."

But Yan Lin did not speak immediately upon hearing the request.

Instead, she looked up, her delicate brows furrowed, and asked...

"You must have encountered several thousand members of the Bauhinia Society up there, right? Have you dealt with them all?!"

Wei Banmeng was taken aback, then answered affirmatively: "Yes, at first the Zijing Society people rushed in all at once, which caused us some trouble, but later after all our people were gathered together, with Xiao Jiang at the forefront and the Soul-Severing Nail, we killed them very easily, and there were about three thousand of them."

Old Chu, who was standing next to him, nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, there should be no one left in the entire Heavenly Punishment Society now.”

But Yan Lin frowned and said, "Wait, didn't you encounter any members of the Wild Bone Gang?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng and the others were all taken aback.
It seems I haven't actually encountered this before!
They started fighting relentlessly as soon as they entered.

After killing everyone inside the building, a large group of members from the Bauhinia Society poured in from outside.

For a moment, I really forgot about the members of the Wild Bone Gang.

However, the Wild Bone Gang is a force controlled by Chen Yuanshan's grandson.

It has already been completely digested by the Heavenly Punishment Society some time ago, so how could it possibly not exist?

Rumble——! ! !
It was as if to confirm their worst suspicions.

The entire headquarters building of the Heavenly Punishment Society shook violently again without warning.

It did not come from below.

Instead, they came from all directions.

Click click
The sickening scraping of rocks came from the walls, pillars, and even the ceiling of the hall.

Those building materials stained with blood.

It moved and undulated like a living thing.

"What the hell?!"

Liu San stared in horror as a wall beside him rippled like water, and instinctively took a step back.

Under everyone's gaze.

In the center of the hall, the surface of a thick, load-bearing stone pillar was softened and bulged like mud.

A figure slowly emerged from inside the stone pillar.

It was none other than Bone Yan, the vice-leader of the Wild Bone Gang!

But at this moment, Gu Yan's aura was completely different from before.

Its once lean and muscular body seemed to have swelled up, and its exposed skin had an eerie grayish-stone luster, covered in white hair. Its muscles were bulging and knotted, and dark yellow bone spurs could be seen protruding from its joints through the skin.

His eyes gleamed with two eerie green lights.

A sinister yet satisfied smile played on Gu Yan's lips.

Lingxiao Society members bowed slightly as their gaze swept over the Azure Dragon Gang members, who were standing ready in the hall as if facing a formidable enemy.

The movements were elegant, as if expressing gratitude.

"Hehehe, thank you all for contributing to our recovery."

He just finished speaking.

Om-!
The entire hall, in all directions, and countless places, seemed to be boiling violently.

One by one, group after group, figures dressed in the standard gray-white bone-patterned outfits of the Wild Bone Corps appeared like demons crawling out of the mud of hell.

It slowly peels away from the building and emerges.

Their aura is the same as that of Gu Yan.

His eyes were vacant, with only two eerie green will-o'-the-wisps flickering within them.

The sheer number of them filled every corner of the hall in an instant.

They surrounded Wei Banmeng and his group, as well as the team behind them, in layers upon layers.

Feel their presence.

It's quite noticeable.

The newly appeared Bone Yama and his ilk reeked of corpses more than the corpse puppets they had encountered before.
It's too heavy.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

War is imminent.

Icy.

Dead silence.

The boundless darkness, like thick ink, enveloped everything.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

The stellar debris form has been dispelled.

But those deep eyes were in absolute darkness.

It still clearly reflects everything around it, showing every detail.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu was at the bottom of a downward-sloping tunnel.

Above him were collapsed and blocked rocks and mud, completely burying and isolating the spot where he fell.

Beneath him lay ashes, accumulated over countless years.

Yes, it's ashes.

The grayish-white powder, emitting a faint phosphorescent scent, was piled up in a thick layer.

And buried within these layers of ashes are countless incomplete and stark white bones.

A broken arm bone, a shattered skull, a twisted spine, and so on.

Like the foundation stones of hell, they covered every inch of ground within sight.

Some of the bones even had fragments of strangely styled clothing stuck to them, long since decayed into strips of cloth.

These are clearly not modern clothes.

Here.

It was the entrance to an unimaginably vast underground palace of bones.

The intense, overwhelming resentment and malevolent energy, like countless icy tentacles, tried to penetrate Fang Qingyu's body.

But for him, who possesses a body of star remains and is protected by divine lightning, this is not the case.

These scents are like a gentle breeze.

"A mass grave underground palace!?"

Fang Qingyu understood.

Old Hong's guess was indeed correct.

After learning about Chen Wudi's situation, Old Man Hong didn't say much on the phone right away.

But he clearly did go on to find out about the current situation in the City of Injustice.

And sent a message to Fang Qingyu saying
This corpse-driving craftsman may have received some kind of inheritance.

And this underground palace.
It's somewhat like the place where Chen Yuanshan inherited his legacy.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, his combat uniform, which was covered with faint starlight, was spotless.

His gaze swept forward.

The only way out was a downward-sloping passageway.

The walls of the passageway were also made of countless white bones mixed with some kind of gray-black adhesive.

Countless empty eye sockets and gaping jaws stared silently at the intruder.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Qingyu took a step forward.

With a faint shimmer of starlight around him, he transformed into a pale silver streak that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and sped towards the depths of the tunnel.

The speed was so great that the strong wind it generated plowed a deep trench in the layer of ashes on the ground.

More pale remains were revealed below.

call out!call out!call out!
The instant he moved, countless holes in the white bone walls on both sides of the passageway suddenly shot out a dense rain of poisoned bone needles.

From the cracks in the wall, an enormous guillotine blade covered in rust and dark red scabs popped out.

The white bones on the ground were turning over.

Sharp bone spurs shot upwards like thorns.

Numerous mechanisms were triggered in the passageway.

However, upon contact with the shimmering starlight flowing across Fang Qingyu's body...
All the mechanisms were like a tickle.

Not only did it not pose any threat to Fang Qingyu, but it also did not pose any threat to him.

They didn't slow down at all.

Fang Qingyu thus overpowered and swept through the tunnel full of traps with overwhelming force.

Wherever it passed, the skeletons and contraptions were reduced to dust.
All that remained was a wrecked passageway, violently pierced through.

Emerging from the narrow passage, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before us.

This is a relatively spacious tomb chamber.

The walls are no longer just bare bones, but are carved with murals that, though faded in color, still reveal gruesome war scenes and mysterious sacrificial rituals.

The murals are in a rough and ancient style.

They say this is a tomb.

Because in the center, there was a stone coffin carved from a single piece of black stone.

At this moment, the lid of the black stone coffin seemed to be about to burst open.

It was making a "click...click..." grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The earthquake trembled violently.

It was as if something inside was frantically pounding against the coffin, trying to break free.

However, Fang Qingyu had no time or inclination to wait for the contents of the box to come out.

His gaze lingered on the stone coffin for less than half a second.

Without hesitation, he turned towards the dark passage at the back of the tomb that led to a deeper part.

The starlight shines again.

Fang Qingyu's figure had already passed through the tomb chamber like a ghost and disappeared into the passage behind it.

Just as his figure disappeared.

boom! ! !
The lid of the stone coffin was suddenly blown off by a tremendous force.

It crashed heavily onto the murals in the tomb, sending shards of stone flying!
A tall, stiff figure sat up abruptly from the coffin.

It was clad in a set of bronze general's armor covered in green patina, with a simple and heavy style, and the gaps between the armor plates were covered with dark green sticky moss.

The exposed skin was dry, black, and clung tightly to the bones, covered with inch-long, pale white downy hairs.

His eyes, like two eerie, burning green will-o'-the-wisps, were particularly unsettling in the darkness.

Its emerald green, ghostly pupils were fixed on the direction of the passage where Fang Qingyu had disappeared.

A low growl, "ho...ho...", came from its throat.

His withered nostrils twitched slightly.

It seems to be capturing the vibrant life force of living beings.

next moment!
boom! ! !
The bottom of the stone coffin beneath it suddenly exploded.

The white-haired ancient corpse transformed into a pale, bronze-rust-colored afterimage.

Carrying a strong, nauseating stench of decay, it raced after the passage Fang Qingyu had taken at an astonishing speed.

Fang Qingyu sped through the dark passage.

We passed by four or five tombs of varying sizes and decorative styles, all equally eerie and sinister.

Behind him, the sound of pursuing footsteps, which started as one, quickly increased!
boom! boom!
In the second tomb chamber.

An ancient corpse, also clad in tattered armor but covered in longer, denser gray hair and wielding a broken halberd, burst out of its coffin and roared as it joined the chase.

In the third burial chamber, the stone coffin was blown apart.

An ancient corpse with an unusually large build, wearing heavy armor and covered in dark red short hair, leaped out.

The huge bone battle axe in his hand dragged on the ground, making a screeching sound.

The will-o'-the-wisp in its eyes was a terrifying crimson.

Its aura far surpassed that of the previous white-haired, gray-haired ancient corpse.

Fang Qingyu knew, of course, that something was chasing him.

But those things aren't important right now.

And they are not fast enough.

At least, even with him fully activating the Universal Flowing Movement Technique, he can't catch up for the time being.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu was too lazy to pay attention to them at the moment.

The passage seemed endless, extending downwards and deep into the darkness of the earth.

The air grew colder and colder, and the stench of death and decay grew stronger.

Finally, after once again ruthlessly smashing through a decaying stone door covered in runes.

The view suddenly opened up before my eyes.

An unimaginably vast underground space suddenly appeared before Fang Qingyu's eyes.

This is no longer a narrow tomb chamber and passageway.

Instead, it was a magnificent, breathtaking underground palace.

The dome, which is tens of feet high, is supported by countless giant pillars covered with strange reliefs.

The ground was paved with neatly cut but cracked bluestone slabs.

At the end of the palace, atop layers upon layers of bone staircases, stands a throne made of countless enormous skeletons and inlaid with various jewels.

And at this moment, on that throne of bones, a symbol of death and power...
A figure was sitting there quietly.

He had his back to the entrance, wearing a magnificent robe woven from countless dark gold, finely detailed bones, the hem of which trailed on the stark white bone steps.

Her long, gray hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

One elbow rested casually on the armrest of the throne, while his palm supported his cheek.

He seemed to be deep in thought, or perhaps just taking a short nap.

Fang Qingyu's figure sped into the palace the instant he entered.

He unconsciously slowed his pace.

Finally, it stopped in the center of the palace, a hundred feet away from the massive bone steps.

Fang Qingyu's gaze immediately locked onto the figure on the throne.

Chen Yuanshan?
Do not!
This kind of temperament is something that crazy old ghost Chen Yuanshan could never possess.

who is he? !

Just as Fang Qingyu stopped and stared intently...

boom! boom! boom!
In the passage behind him, three figures, shrouded in intense corpse energy and violent aura, smashed through the stone door behind him and rushed into the palace.

Three ancient corpses, exuding a terrifying aura, fell in a triangular formation.

Emerald green, ghostly blue, and crimson will-o'-the-wisps in their pupils.

First, he locked his gaze on Fang Qingyu, then he showed an instinctive sense of awe and submission.

They involuntarily turned towards the high, lofty throne of bones.

On the throne of bones.

The figure with long, gray hair seemed disturbed by the commotion of the intruders and their followers.

The hand that had been supporting his cheek slowly lowered.

he.
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