The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

"have."

Sun Yinglong untied the cloth bundle and took out a talisman.

The golden patterns shimmered faintly in the darkness, and the vermilion-outlined lines seemed to come alive, slowly moving across the surface of the talisman.

"The Celestial Master said to use one in a desperate situation."

He took a deep breath.

"This is the dead end."

He held the talisman to his chest and, following the handwritten instructions left by Chen Shidu, flicked the center of the talisman with his index finger.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

Then, the golden light surged!

The talisman emitted a burst of scorching golden light from its center outwards.

The light spread extremely quickly, like a shockwave that exploded outwards.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

When I opened my eyes again.

The ice is gone.

The frost on the walls, the ice on the ground, and the tiny ice crystals suspended in the air throughout the entire passageway all disappeared.

The temperature returned to normal in an instant.

The runes carved on the walls of the passageway, which originally shone with a cold, eerie blue light, have all dimmed now, as if they had been extinguished by something.

The restriction... is lifted?

The seven people stood frozen in place.

The spade's mouth could open wide enough to fit an egg.

"this……"

The groundhog stretched out its paw and made two scratching motions in the air.

Warm and dry.

"Brother Long."

His voice trembled.

"This talisman... broke through the entire layer of restrictions?"

Sun Yinglong looked down at his hand.

The talisman had turned to ashes, and golden fragments drifted through her fingers.

He was stunned for two seconds.

Then, an indescribable emotion welled up in my chest.

It is reverence.

It's fortunate.

Fortunately, he made the right choice and did not try to force his way through.

"Walk."

He composed himself and strode forward.

"Don't just stand there."

The passageway was unobstructed.

The eight people jogged along and covered the distance that the three who lost the previous trip couldn't finish in three minutes.

At the end of the passageway, there is a stone wall.

There is a door in the center of the stone wall.

The door was tightly shut.

There was no lock or mechanism on the door; only a wisp of black smoke slowly seeped out from the crack.

The fine needle took a closer look at the black mist, and its expression immediately changed.

"This is corpse demon... no, ten times stronger than corpse demon, Brother Long, behind this door..."

"The third floor."

Sun Yinglong stared at the door.

"Underground lake".

He glanced back at the crowd.

Everyone's expression was tense, but no one stepped back.

"If anyone feels uncomfortable, speak up now; there's no shame in it."

No one spoke.

The shovel clenched its fist.

"Brother Long, open it."

Sun Yinglong turned around and braced his hands against the stone door.

I gave it a push.

Not moving.

He pushed again, using all his strength.

It still doesn't move.

The groundhog came to help, and the two of them worked together, their knees hitting each other.

The stone gate seems to have taken root.

"I can't push it away."

They also brought up shovels, making it a three-person effort.

Useless.

He crouched down to inspect the door gaps, feeling around the entire area.

"There's no mechanism, no latches, it just... can't be pushed open."

"It's blocked."

Sun Yinglong took a step back, staring at the faint black mist on the door.

"This is not a physical force, but the Yin energy accumulated over six hundred years has solidified and sealed the door shut."

A dead end.

Sun Yinglong reached into the cloth bag again.

The second talisman.

This time he did not hesitate.

The moment the index finger flicked out, golden light shone again.

But this time is different.

The golden light did not spread, but instead condensed into a fist-sized ball of light, which smashed directly into the center of the stone gate.

"Bang!"

The black mist, like a piece of paper that had been set ablaze, suddenly retreated from the crack in the door, emitting a piercing screech.

With a "crack," the stone door split open in the middle.

Then slowly slide to both sides.

Behind the door was darkness.

Pure, thick darkness.

Even the light from a headlamp couldn't penetrate more than three meters.

A chilling, metallic scent wafted over, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Sun Yinglong was the first to cross the threshold.

The stone steps beneath my feet extend downwards, with no end in sight.

"Stay close."

Eight people filed in.

The stone steps were narrow and slippery at every step.

The further down you go, the stronger the sense of oppression in the air becomes, as if an invisible hand is pressing down on everyone's heads.

The shovel started bleeding from its nose.

One drop, two drops, and then a line.

"Hold……"

He raised his hand and wiped it.

"here we go again."

The groundhogs started too.

Xizhen's face turned pale, and his pace slowed noticeably.

"Magic suppression".

Sun Yinglong's voice came from the front, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

The further down you go, the more you bleed and the harder it is to breathe.

Then we went down about twenty more steps.

"Brother Long..."

The sound of the fine needle weakened.

"I can't hold on much longer..."

The shovel was already plugged into his nose with his sleeve, and the entire piece of cloth was stained red.

"I'm also... dizzy..."

Sun Yinglong stopped on the thirty-first step.

He's almost at his limit.

My vision started to blur, and my legs went weak, as if something was constantly draining my strength.

A dead end.

The third talisman.

Sun Yinglong bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay awake.

With trembling hands, he reached into the cloth bag and pulled out the third talisman.

The flick of his fingertips used up all his last strength.

"Smack."

A burst of golden light erupted.

This time, the light was not a shockwave, but a thin golden barrier that unfolded from the talisman, enveloping the eight people.

The moment the barrier takes shape.

Everyone simultaneously exhaled with a "ha!"

The nosebleed has stopped.

My dizziness has subsided.

My breathing is easier now.

The oppressive magical power that made it hard to breathe was kept out by the golden barrier, not even a trace of it could penetrate.

The shovel suddenly straightened up and widened its eyes.

"Holy shit!"

He stomped his feet twice to make sure he was still alive.

"Holy shit!!"

The groundhog touched its nose; it was dry, not a drop of blood remained.

"Brother Long! This talisman!"

The eyes of the fine needle were frighteningly bright.

"Brother Long, look! What magical suppression, what mortal bodies can't withstand it? A single talisman is completely ineffective!"

Sun Yinglong stood there, his chest heaving violently.

A golden barrier enveloped them, like a moving golden bell, completely blocking out the surrounding darkness and oppressive atmosphere.

He glanced down at the remaining talismans in the cloth bag.

There are nine more.

Chen Shidu gave twelve cards.

Three sheets were used, and three layers were passed.

A burial pit sealed by Yin Sha.

A spell that extinguished a thousand-year-old restriction.

A magical suppression that blocked the veteran tomb raider from vomiting blood and fainting.

Every single one, sold out in an instant.

Sun Yinglong suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a forced smile; it was a genuine smile.

"Brothers."

He turned around and looked at the seven people behind him.

The fear had vanished from the seven faces.

Instead, there was a kind of excitement, a kind of post-disaster madness.

He punched himself in the chest with the shovel.

"Brother Long! Keep going down! I'm bursting with energy!"

The fine needle had already jumped up.

"What's there to be afraid of! With the Celestial Master's talisman, all evil cannot harm us!"

The groundhog ripped off its military overcoat and threw it on the ground.

"Down! Down! I want to see with my own eyes what something that even the Celestial Master coveted six hundred years ago looked like!"