During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

Seeing that his retreat was cut off, Li Ji's expression immediately hardened. At that moment, he heard Yan Lingji's seductive laughter coming from the darkness:

"So you did follow me after all. This is not a place for you."

As Yan Lingji's fingertip flame lit up the wall lamp, the stone slab beneath Li Ji's feet suddenly collapsed, plunging him into a circular stone chamber.

All of this happened so fast that Li Ji had no time to react. He wanted to fly up quickly, but he saw that the stone slab above his head had closed and the surrounding stone walls were slowly closing in.

Yan Lingji's voice drifted in from the crack in the stone wall: "This is a death cell left by the former king of Baiyue. The magma will keep rising until it reaches the top of the stone wall."

To stop it temporarily... a living person must be sacrificed.

Then Yan Lingji and the Corpse-Driving Demon disappeared into the crevice, leaving only Yan Lingji's echoing laughter.

"You either wait to die, or... kill Ling Ji. Young man, choose carefully."

Li Ji frowned, put Ling Ji down from his back, and began to inspect the area around the stone chamber.

Below the stone chamber platform, a churning sea of ​​lava stretched out, scorching hot and raining with fiery spray.

The surrounding stone walls were covered with traces of molten lava corrosion, which indeed seemed to confirm what Yan Lingji had said: the lava below would continue to rise until it turned this circular chamber into a sea of ​​fire.

At the rate the lava is rising, it will probably completely engulf the two of them in less than ten hours.

Li Ji tried to use his sword energy to break through the stone wall above and the surrounding stone walls, but the stone walls were too hard and it was ultimately useless.

Seeing this, Li Ji had no choice but to give up.

The stone chamber was already extremely hot, the air was being baked by an invisible heat wave, and every breath was filled with scalding heat.

Li Ji sat down cross-legged, but he did not give up. Instead, he adjusted his breathing and waited to recover his strength before trying again.

Seeing that Li Ji had finally stopped, Ling Ji sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around her legs, and stared blankly at the surrounding stone walls.

Just then, Li Ji suddenly heard Ling Ji whisper, "If I jump, can you take care of my younger brother after I get out?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ji looked up at Ling Ji and then slowly said, "What a foolish question. Your jumping down won't get me out, and even if I get out, I won't take care of your brother."

Ling Ji remained silent upon hearing this, with only the occasional bubbling sound of the magma below.

Death seemed very close to the two of them. Ling Ji's clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to her body, making her look as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

Although Li Ji was much better, he was still not feeling well.

Perhaps sensing her impending death, Ling Ji began to recount some of her past, talking about her younger brother, and about the first time she met Li Ji...

She said a lot, but Li Ji didn't hear much of it.

Just then, Ling Ji suddenly tugged at Li Ji's sleeve and said, "Li Ji, look over there!"

Li Ji looked up and saw that a stone wall, baked by the high temperature of magma, was slowly revealing ancient Baiyue runes in dark gold.

The runes meandered like snakes or resembled waves, appearing to come alive as they swam in the firelight and lava.

Ling Ji exclaimed in surprise, "What's recorded here is actually a secret technique of the ancient royal family of the Baiyue!"

After Ling Ji explained, Li Ji realized that this circular secret chamber was not a death cell, but a trial ground for the Mingshui royal family.

This is not the main tomb of the royal mausoleum, so there is no point in going to great lengths to set up a murder trap.

The Mingshui tribe set up this secret chamber to give those nearing their end a chance. If they could comprehend the secret techniques passed down, they could return to the surface and rule over all the tribes.

If one cannot comprehend it, then one may rest in peace in the royal mausoleum, without needing to choose another burial site.

Ling Ji read through all the Baiyue characters on the stone wall, and her expression changed from joy to disappointment.

This is because it is a secret technique passed down exclusively by the royal family of Mingshui, and only those with direct royal blood can cultivate it.

Ling Ji, being from an ordinary small tribe in Baiyue, naturally couldn't comprehend it, and Li Ji, an outsider, was even less likely to.

Moreover, even the royal family of the Mingshui River needed the assistance of Fire Rain Agate to cultivate here.

Now that they're trapped in this stone chamber, where are they going to find the Fire Rain Agate?

Therefore, Ling Ji only read the contents of the stone wall twice before giving up, while Li Ji secretly memorized this Baiyue secret technique and kept a close eye on the stone wall to see if there would be any other changes.

Time passed slowly, and the lava beneath them had risen by nearly two-thirds.

At this moment, Ling Ji suddenly spoke up: "Li Ji, let me dance for you."

Li Ji didn't look at her; his eyes remained fixed on the Baiyue script on the stone wall. He said, "Since you have the strength, why don't you examine this stone chamber more thoroughly?"

However, Ling Ji did not listen to Li Ji. She stood in the center of the stone chamber and began to dance in front of Li Ji.

This is an ancient Baiyue dance. She seems to have danced it many times. Her movements are light and skillful, like a butterfly fluttering in the air.

Her delicate toes lightly touched the ground, her arms outstretched as if she were offering sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, and her skirt rippled outwards as her clothes fluttered.

She had once skipped over the prayer to the witch god for her younger brother's protection, but this time she was doing it for the person in front of her.

She jumped very slowly, both because she had lost too much blood and was exhausted, and also because of the intense heat from the lava below.

As the dance continued, Li Ji finally noticed Ling Ji dancing gracefully.

He didn't understand. The two of them were in dire straits, and this dance would only waste their already limited time. So what was the point of the dance?

However, Li Ji did not interrupt Ling Ji and patiently finished reading.

When the dance stopped, Ling Ji's face turned even paler, yet against the backdrop of the lava firelight, she appeared somewhat alluring.

Then she looked at Li Ji and said, "Li Ji, my real name is actually Wu Ling, and my younger brother's name is Wu Yun. You must remember that."

Li Ji didn't understand what Ling Ji meant. When he looked up, he saw Ling Ji give him a pale smile, and then resolutely jumped into the lava.

Li Ji was startled and quickly went to the edge of the platform to look down.

Ling Ji's figure had already disappeared into the lava, leaving only a section of her robe, which was quickly corroded.

The lava flow also calmed down considerably, and the rate of increase slowed down significantly.

Ling Ji actually jumped into the lava, just to temporarily slow down the molten lava for a moment.

Li Ji did not believe Yan Lingji's words, so he had no intention of trying it.

The upward trend of the lava is unlikely to change, so what's the point of temporarily delaying it?

But he never expected that Ling Ji would be willing to die for this short moment.

Is it worth it for Yan Ling Ji's unverified claim?

Li Ji had previously looked down on Ling Ji, who had initially traded her body with him. But at this moment, his feelings became extremely complicated.

Li Ji thought he had let go of what he had held onto too tightly in his past life, but now, when those familiar things appeared in his heart, they stung him again.

Do you regret treating her with such indifference before?

Are you ashamed? He didn't see the whole Baiyue dance she performed before she died; he only saw the last part.