Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 79 The Gallery of the Soul

Gradually, gusts of yin wind, comparable to the claws of a ghost, surged from below, becoming increasingly fierce the further down one descended.

A chilling wind howled, accompanied by ghostly wails and demonic cries. This wind not only transformed into terrifying whips that lashed at the souls of the two, but the vortex it created also pulled them deeper into the depths.

As the eerie wind grew heavier, Zhang Chen was preparing to transform into a spirit and run away with Mo Fan when the little mudfish on Mo Fan's chest shimmered with a faint light, enveloping the two of them and dissolving the tearing force of the eerie wind.

The deeper one falls into the abyss, the more the eerie wind resembles a massive vortex of heaven and earth, enveloping the area in chaos. So much so that the vast army of the undead has vanished, as if one has entered another world entirely.

Their feet touched solid ground, and because both of them had been physically enhanced, falling from such a height only caused their legs to bend slightly.

They linked arms and walked towards the mouth of the Abyss of Evil. "Damn!"

Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the abyss beyond the Maw of Fiends, and Zhang Chen saw it as well.

It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and my internal organs felt all knotted up.

If someone had trypophobia, they would probably be scared to death by this sight! It's no exaggeration to describe it as a hellish furnace. The most extreme evil spirits and demons in the world are piled up like garbage dumps and incinerators, forming seas and mountains!

Tens of thousands of screams, roars, screams, and cries mingled together, piercing straight to the soul, as if that pain had already spread throughout the entire body!

Thousands upon thousands of ghosts danced in the Abyss of Evil, and the eerie winds that swirled around it emanated from these creatures. Each ghost could create a storm-like gust of wind and grave wind. When tens of thousands of ghosts gathered in a deep opening, one could imagine what would happen to any living creature that fell in.

"Wait, are you sure you won't turn into a ghost if you jump down?" Mo Fan asked. Zhang Chen, who had already transformed into a spirit, said, "Let's go down! If something goes wrong, I'll take you away."

Without waiting for Mo Fan's reply, Zhang Chen pulled him downstairs together!

"Zhang Chen! You son of a bitch! I'm not ready yet!" Mo Fan cursed. The yin wind couldn't tear apart the little mudfish's soul light protection, but the resentment directly pierced through everything and was transmitted into his mind and memories!

Zhang Chen sensed the resentment, and pure white holy light spontaneously shone on the spirit body, directly dispelling them all!

Those ghosts and spirits that came into contact with it turned to dust in less than a breath, directly purifying the area below into a vacuum.

Just then, a hole appeared beneath the mountain of corpses, and the two of them landed inside with incredible precision.

The space beneath the hole was enormous! So vast that the two thought they had entered another world!

The gray land of this world is more like a flat-topped mountain, and as far as the eye can see, there is only a dark and unclear sky in all directions.

There was a white palace not far ahead, which should be the imperial tomb they were looking for.

Zhang Chen and his companion looked up and saw the white palace. The white palace was very eye-catching, and it was made entirely of white jade, so smooth that it could reflect the sky.

Originally, a white tomb would appear very grand, noble, holy and serene, but this white is more like the eerie white of a funeral, exuding gloom everywhere, and the smooth jade cannot wash away this sense of death.

"Hahaha! We didn't expect to actually get in! The tomb of an ancient king! Could there be some good stuff inside?"

Mo Fan recalled the tomb raiding novels he had read in the world of science and technology, where such tombs usually contained extremely valuable burial goods. He couldn't help but rub his hands together and chuckle.

Zhang Chen laughed along, "Don't rush, let me see the guide!"

After saying this, Zhang Chen took out information about the ancient royal tomb from his personal storage space. "Let's move forward first! This doesn't record any dangers along the way."

The land ahead is raised, forming a stone staircase similar to a castle mountain path. After walking a little further, a large white staircase appears!

The staircase is extremely wide, stretching over two hundred meters from left to right. Each step is designed to be within human walking distance, but it still takes a long time to actually climb to the top of the tomb. The staircase is so high that looking up, it seems to lead to a cliff overlooking the sky.

Zhang Chen and Mo Fan cautiously began to climb. The two of them were like ants, deeply embedded in a large, white, wrinkled sheet of paper. Stone figures gradually appeared on both sides of the endless steps.

There are two stone figures every ten steps, like guards standing in front of the palace, exuding a sense of solemnity and dignity amidst their deathly stillness.

"Do you think they might suddenly move and attack us?" Mo Fan asked, pointing at the stone figures, recalling scenes like those in science fiction novels.

"I don't know! Should we break them?"

"Let's forget about it then! What if there's some kind of trap?"

Continuing up the steps, to everyone's surprise, the stone figures didn't come to life; they had already reached the main entrance.

"Why is there a bronze mirror hanging here?" Mo Fan looked up and saw the main gate of the tomb palace, as well as a strange large bronze mirror!

"Could this be connected to that bronze mirror outside?" Zhang Chen looked at the bronze mirror that was quite similar to that small bronze mirror and said that the bronze mirror Mo Fan mentioned was actually hanging in front of the main gate of the entire tomb palace. The gate was tightly closed, presenting a complete square shape, with some white ancient cauldrons on both sides.

"Let's give it a try!" Zhang Chen took out a small bronze mirror and looked it at the bronze mirror on the tomb door. The evil eye bronze mirror blinked and turned into a huge eye, reflecting the figures of Mo Fan and Zhang Chen.

"Buzz~~"

Suddenly, the white square door slowly opened, as if something had pulled the heavy white stone door open. The moment it opened, an incredibly terrifying gust of cold wind howled out from inside.

This door has clearly never been opened since it was closed, and the air pressure inside is extremely different from that outside!

"Holy crap! So this is a ticket! Was it this high-end more than two thousand years ago?" Mo Fan said. After Han Ji and the other high-ranking officials returned from the clock tower, they came to the conference hall and stared at the bronze mirror, seeing Zhang Chen and the other person enter the tomb.

Zhu Meng breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect Salang to be telling the truth! Those two actually got in! By the way, what happened to Zhang Chen?"

"Maybe they encountered something on their way down? We'll have to make it up to them when they get back!"

"I heard that they each have two votes in the World University Competition, right?" Han Ji said, "It seems they each have three votes now. They finished the nomination battle for Pearl Academy before they came here!" Zhu Meng said, "Alright, I'll figure out how to get the remaining two votes!"

Without hesitation, they stepped into the Abyss of Evil. Inside, on both sides were stone paintings. Zhang Chen felt the mental manipulation emanating from the paintings and said, "Don't look at the paintings on both sides. There are mental traps in the paintings. This should be the Endless Corridor mentioned in the information."

"If the information is not deceiving us, then the key to deciphering this endless corridor lies in these stone paintings—according to the description, it should be this one."

Zhang Chen counted the stone paintings out of the corner of his eye, stopping at the ninth one. He walked up to the stone painting and stared intently at the pattern carved with an ancient woman.

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