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Yunze Gate, Main Hall.

Lin Shouzhen, accompanied by three elders, quickly stepped out of the hall to greet them.

The men looked tense, and their steps were slightly unsteady.

He should not be standing at the bottom of the stone steps.

Behind him, eighteen disciples of the Taiqing Palace stood in two rows.

"Elder Ying."

Lin Shouzhen stood still, clasped his hands in a fist, his tone revealing anxiety and resistance.

"This disciple reports your arrival. I was unaware of your presence. What brings you here...?"

"Sect Leader Lin."

Ying Fei raised her hand, directly interrupting him.

Yingfei took out a roll of yellow silk from his sleeve and held it up with one hand.

"The Celestial Master's decree is here. Tonight, retrieve the Seven Star Dharma Lamp from Taiqing Palace."

Lin Shouzhen's expression changed drastically.

Elder Wu, who was behind him, took a quick step, his voice trembling.

"Elder Ying! It's not that Yunze Sect is disrespecting Taiqing Palace! Don't you know what's hidden beneath Qingyuan Ridge?"

"When the Dharma lamp flickers, a chilling aura rises to the heavens. Who will bear the responsibility for the tens of thousands of lives lost in the thirteen villages below the mountain?!"

"Taiqing Palace carrying".

Yingfei's tone was flat and without any ripples.

Lin Shouzhen's brows were tightly furrowed.

"What can we use to protect it? Within two hours, the evil spirits will break out of the tomb. Even if all the elite troops of the Taiqing Palace are deployed, it won't be enough time to reseal it!"

"seal?"

Ying Fei looked at him, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

He took a step forward, closing in on Lin Shouzhen.

"The Celestial Master said that suppression is only a temporary solution."

Yingfei spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice resounding on the bluestone slabs in front of the main hall.

"Elimination is the only way to address the root cause."

A deathly silence fell over the area in front of the main hall.

Lin Shouzhen was stunned.

Elder Wu opened his mouth.

The other two elders looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Clear...clear?"

Lin Shouzhen swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"Elder Ying, are you joking? That ancient tomb in Qingyuan Ridge is connected to the earth's veins, its yin energy is inexhaustible, and evil spirits are impossible to eradicate. How can it be eliminated?"

"How could you or I presume to know the Celestial Master's methods?"

Ying Fei put away the yellow silk and glanced at the Yunze Sect members.

"The Celestial Master ordered us to come here to eradicate the source of the Yin energy in the earth's veins and completely eliminate any future troubles in Qingyuan Ridge."

He looked at Lin Shouzhen.

"Lead the way. To Qingyuan Ridge."

Lin Shouzhen stood still, his hands clenched into fists.

Reason told him it was impossible, but the absolute confidence in his eyes and the weight of the title "Celestial Master" made it impossible for him to refuse.

"it is good."

Lin Shouzheng gritted his teeth.

"I will personally lead the way. If anything goes wrong, the entire Yunze Sect will fight to the death to hold back the evil spirits."

Yingfei didn't reply, but turned around and waved her hand.

The eighteen disciples turned around in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Qingyuan Ridge is located 30 li away from the back mountain of Yunzemen.

The closer you get to Qingyuan Ridge, the lower the temperature becomes.

There were no insects chirping or birds singing; the entire mountain range was lifeless.

Half an hour later, the group stopped at the bottom of a valley.

Ahead was a huge mountain wall.

At the base of the mountain wall, two heavy blue stone tomb doors are half-embedded in the rock.

The facade was covered with weathered runes, and dark red liquid seeped from the cracks, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

Lin Shouzhen stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at Ying Fei, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Elder Ying, the main burial chamber is beyond the stone gate. The Seven Star Lamp is located on the altar in the very center."

It should not be a nod.

"Open the door."

Lin Shouzhen took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and chanted incantations.

Then he slammed both palms onto the bluestone door.

A dull grating sound rang out.

The stone gate slowly pushed open to both sides.

A chilling gust of wind rushed out from the crack in the door.

The elders of Yunze Sect simultaneously took a half step back and circulated their true energy to resist.

The eighteen disciples of Taiqing Palace remained motionless, their silver array patterns subtly flowing on their dark blue robes.

The door opened.

The interior of the tomb was extremely spacious, with the ceiling hidden in darkness.

In the very center, a three-zhang-high octagonal stone platform stands.

At the top of the stone platform, there is an ancient bronze lamp.

The lights were a soft yellow, not glaring, but they emitted rings of colorful light.

A halo of light enveloped the entire stone platform, effectively blocking out the surrounding darkness.

The group entered the tomb chamber.

The stone slabs underfoot were wet, slippery, and cold.

From the surrounding darkness, a rustling or scratching sound could be heard.

Distorted human faces and beast-like silhouettes could be vaguely seen struggling in the black mist, emitting mournful roars.

This is the evil spirit that has been accumulating in Qingyuan Ridge for three years.

Suppressed by the Seven Star Lamp, they constantly yearn to break free of their restraints and devour living beings.

Lin Shouzhen looked at the churning black mist around him, his hands trembling slightly.

"Elder Ying, the lamp is right there. Once it's taken down, the light will dissipate, and these things will pounce on us instantly."

Yingfei looked up at the Dharma lamp at the top of the stone platform, his expression solemn.

"Sect Leader Lin."

It should not be an open opening.

"The Dharma Lamp was placed there by your Yunze Sect; today, you will retrieve it yourself."

Lin Shouzhen turned to look at him.

"Shall I take it?"

"Returning the item to its rightful owner is only right and proper."

The tone should not be one of unquestionable authority.

Lin Shouzhen remained silent for a moment.

He knew that this was Taiqing Palace trying to save face for Yunze Sect.

He gritted his teeth and strode toward the Bagua stone platform.

With each step taken, the roars from the surrounding darkness grew louder.

The black mist violently rammed against the halo, trying to stop him from getting closer.

Lin Shouzhen stepped onto the stone steps.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps.

He stood before the Seven Star Lamp.

The bronze lamp was cool to the touch, and its wick burned with an inextinguishable flame.

Lin Shouzhen took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and grasped the lamp base.

"Elder Ying, be careful!"

He exerted a sudden burst of strength and pulled the Seven Star Lamp out of its slot on the stone platform.

Click.

A crisp sound echoed through the tomb.

The seven-colored halo instantly contracted and was completely absorbed into the lamp.

The instant the light disappeared.

Boom!

The entire tomb shook violently, and rubble fell from the ceiling.

The yin energy that had been suppressed for three years burst forth from countless cracks in the ground.

Darkness instantly engulfed the Bagua stone platform.

"Form ranks to defend against the enemy!"

Elder Wu roared, drew his longsword, and unleashed his true energy.

The three elders of Yunze Sect stood back to back, preparing to face the onslaught of death.

Lin Shouzhen, holding the Seven Star Lamp, leaped down from the stone platform.

"Retreat! Get out of the tomb!"

"retreat?"

Ying Fei snorted coldly.

He stood still, advancing instead of retreating.

"Form ranks!"

It shouldn't be a loud shout.

Eighteen disciples of Taiqing Palace drew their swords instantly.

Facing the surging black mist, they quickly weaved and moved about.

Within three breaths, the eighteen people occupied the eighteen positions in the tomb chamber.

He planted his longsword on the ground and quickly formed hand seals.

The black aura had already rushed towards them.

The young disciple didn't even blink.

He should not have reached into his clothes with both hands.

"The Celestial Master's decree has been issued to eradicate the source of evil!"

He suddenly swung his arms out.

Eighteen golden beams shot out from his hands, landing precisely in front of the eighteen disciples.

Those were eighteen talismans.

The talisman floated in mid-air, moving automatically even without wind.

next moment.

A blinding golden light burst forth simultaneously from the eighteen talismans.

The golden light merged into one, forming a huge golden dome that completely enveloped the entire tomb chamber.

The beast-shaped evil spirit that pounced on the disciple instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished the moment it collided with the golden light.

Lin Shouzhen stood there, holding the Seven Star Lamp.

He looked up at the talisman in mid-air.

Golden light illuminated the entire tomb chamber.

The patterns on the talisman were extremely intricate, with faint traces of lightning flowing between the lines.

Elder Wu slashed a dark shadow that was approaching and turned to look.

When he saw the cloud-like characters at the top of the talisman, his legs went weak and he knelt down.

"This...this pattern..."

Lin Shouzhen also saw it clearly.

"Tian Gang..."

"This isn't the legendary... lost technique of six hundred years..."