The Cycle of Reincarnation in the Four-Courtyard House: A Journey Through the Heavens

Evelyn, who was standing nearby, felt a sudden tightness in her chest when she saw this; she was startled by Imhotep's sudden appearance.

She instinctively gripped the flashlight in her hand, her gaze fixed on the other person, her heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This pharaoh's treasure trove, buried deep underground and extremely hidden, has been untouched for thousands of years and is riddled with traps and mechanisms. How could a living person suddenly be hiding there?

Puzzled, her gaze quickly fell on the golden book in Imhotep's arms, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

She has studied ancient Egyptian civilization for many years, and has read countless ancient books and relics. She has seen records and fragments of the two great secrets of Hamunaptra in incomplete ancient historical materials.

Over the course of a thousand years, the images in historical records have become blurred, but the outline of this book, which is entirely gilded and has an ancient and sacred shape, still closely matches the descriptions of ancient Egyptian treasures in historical records.

Evelyn instantly realized that this must be the legendary Book of the Sun, which is said to subdue undead and evil spirits.

In contrast, Imhotep's attention was completely focused on the Necronomicon in Li Xiao's hand.

The moment the pitch-black scripture came into view, a surge of intense excitement and madness erupted in his sinister eyes, and his obsession, dormant for three thousand years, suddenly surged forth.

Since the seal was broken last night, he immediately infiltrated this underground treasure vault, frantically searching for traces of the Book of the Dead.

He searched every corner and found only the Book of the Sun, which had been sealed away by the Pharaoh, while the Book of the Dead, which he longed for, remained nowhere to be found, causing him great anxiety.

To his utter surprise, the very book that could help him resurrect his beloved Ansuna had fallen into the hands of a strange young man.

Suppressing the restlessness and murderous intent within him, Imhotep adopted the arrogant demeanor of an ancient high priest, his voice carrying a seductive, hoarse lowness, like a charlatan preaching, attempting to brainwash his opponent with his ancient divine authority: "Give me the scripture in your hand, and I can grant you eternal life!"

In his view, mortals fear death and revere the gods, and with just a little intimidation and bewitching, the Book of the Dead can be easily retrieved.

But Li Xiao's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes remaining completely calm. He was too lazy to waste words on this ancient high priest who called himself an apostle of the gods.

The two were dozens of meters apart when Li Xiao suddenly raised his hand and gently grabbed Imhotep from a distance.

The next second, a domineering and irresistible terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, instantly locking onto the unsuspecting Imhotep.

The powerful suction ignored the distance and pulled the bewildered Imhotep right through the air. The speed was so fast that he was just a blur, giving him no chance to react at all.

Imhotep's pupils constricted as Li Xiao grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air, his face filled with disbelief: "You...who are you? What did you just do to me?"

As the high priest of ancient Egypt, Imhotep was well-versed in all kinds of forbidden arts and mysterious phenomena, and his vision far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He vaguely knew that there existed a kind of mysterious being in the world who transcended the mundane—cultivators from the East.

Even in the ancient times three thousand years ago, Eastern cultivators were just ethereal legends circulating in the world, mysterious and unpredictable, rarely appearing in the world, and ordinary people could hardly find them in their entire lives. He had only heard rumors about them, but had never seen them with his own eyes.

But at this moment, the seemingly calm and gentle young man from the East pulled him in with a wave of his hand. This strange and unpredictable method, as well as the heart-palpitating pressure emanating from him, made him instantly certain that he had encountered a legendary Eastern cultivator.

Li Xiao stared silently at Imhotep, who was so close to him, his eyes gradually burning with intensity. It was not the gaze one would give an enemy, but rather the look one would give a sumptuous feast.

The ancient monster before us, which has endured three thousand years of torture and insect bites yet remains alive, has accumulated a massive amount of soul power.

The spiritual essence, Yin energy, and millennia-old obsession contained within him, layered upon layer, made him more than a hundred times stronger than an ordinary person, making him a top-tier tonic that is extremely rare and sought after in this world.

"As expected of an old monster who has survived for three thousand years, his foundation is indeed profound." Li Xiao thought to himself, his eyes burning with even more intense desire.

On the other hand, Imhotep was firmly held in Li Xiao's hand and could not move. Looking at the almost greedy, eerie green eyes in the other's eyes, he felt his hair stand on end and a chilling coldness rush up his spine to the top of his head.

A deep shadow of death loomed over his mind—this young man from the East didn't care about the scriptures or the treasure; what he wanted was to completely devour him!

With a life-or-death crisis looming, Imhotep desperately tried to muster all his soul power to break free from Li Xiao's grasp. He couldn't die; he had to resurrect his beloved Ansu-na!

But will Li Xiao give him a chance?

He raised his other hand and covered Imhotep's shiny bald head.

The next instant, a devouring force far more terrifying than before suddenly erupted from his palm!

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching, agonizing scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire treasure vault!

Imhotep felt a brute force locking onto his very soul.

His soul was being forcibly torn apart, crushed, and stripped away, flowing continuously into the other person's body.

The excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart and devoured far surpasses the physical pain, even being a hundred or a thousand times more painful than the insect-eating torture of three thousand years ago!

The extreme pain in his soul was enough to destroy any will, but Li Xiao's spiritual power completely sealed his entire body, so he couldn't even struggle or dodge. He could only passively endure this torment that was so devastating.

The domineering devouring power frantically plundered all of Imhotep's soul essence. In less than ten seconds, the mournful and desperate roar came to an abrupt end and completely dissipated in the empty treasure vault.

A physical body that has lost the support of its soul source withers and decays rapidly at a visible rate.

The once robust and vigorous human body quickly withered and decayed, and even the skin turned dark.

A minute later, Imhotep had completely turned into a withered and rotten corpse, and the cold, deathly aura surrounding him had also dissipated.

Evelyn, who was standing not far away, witnessed the entire scene, which was extremely horrifying and mind-blowing, and she was completely frozen in place.

The scene before her eyes was too horrifying. The man she loved had so easily devoured a person's soul completely, leaving the person a broken and decaying dried corpse. This scene was beyond her comprehension and imagination.

But she had absolute trust in Li Xiao in her heart. Even after witnessing such a terrifying scene, she did not have the slightest thought of running away, nor did she lose control and scream.

She simply closed her eyes tightly, her small hands covering her lips, trying her best to suppress the shock and trembling in her heart, not daring to make a sound, silently enduring this shocking scene.