Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

The pulse of the stone pillar became rapid.

It is no longer a vibration with a steady interval.

Rather, it was a spasmodic, convulsive spasm that came in waves.

With each pulse, a dark red halo erupts violently from the depths of the stone pillar.

The entire space was bathed in a blood-red light.

Then it quickly went dark again.

All that remained was a burning afterimage on the retina.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, like a mixture of sulfur and rust that had been burned.

ten years.

The 14,600th pulse should have been the endpoint in the calculation.

But at this moment, the stone pillar itself seemed to become the core of the pain.

Under the increasingly overwhelming force surging from behind the door, it let out a mournful cry on the verge of collapse.

"Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" stand in front of the stone pillar.

He did not reach out to touch it again.

At this moment, the eye patterns on the surface of the stone pillar are spinning wildly.

The vortex in his pupils almost seemed to tear out.

The entire giant pillar was humming.

Fine cracks are spreading upwards from the bottom.

The "loosening" of the seal, at the very beginning of the tenth year, slid toward "collapse" with a resolute attitude.

"Soon."

Zhang Qiling's voice was barely audible amidst the groans of the stone pillar, yet it was exceptionally clear.

"This is the last one."

Zhang Qiling's hand rested on the hilt of the knife.

His gaze was icy as he swept over the crack on the side of the stone pillar, which had expanded to nearly two palm widths and resembled a ferocious maw.

The dark red light that used to flow within the crack was no longer there.

Instead, it was boiling, reddish-brown "magma" that kept bursting with bubbles.

The low hum, a mixture of countless fragments of chaotic consciousness, had transformed into a deafening roar and shriek.

Streams of dark red energy, solid as pillars, intermittently and violently erupted from the depths of the crack.

It rampages through the space.

It struck the rock face, leaving charred marks.

Zhang Qiling did not move.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the top of the stone pillar, a place shrouded in thick darkness, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

A massive, chaotic "presence," filled with pure destructive and devouring desires, was slowly "sinking" from there, along the inside of the stone pillar.

Trying to break through the last barrier.

"They're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crack on the side of the stone pillar suddenly expanded outward.

The crimson "magma" gushed out like a volcanic eruption.

But this time, the energy that was ejected was no longer scattered.

Instead, it quickly coalesces and takes shape.

On the left, a colossal figure materialized, standing three meters tall, with bulging muscles, dark blue skin, curved horns on its head, and wielding a giant axe engulfed in burning black flames.

With each step it took, the stone slabs on the ground cracked.

Thick, sulfurous smoke billowed from their mouths and noses.

The crimson single eye was fixed on "Zhang Qiling".

To the right, a surging, semi-transparent sea of ​​gray mist appeared.

Dozens of distorted, pained faces emerged from the sea of ​​fog, emitting silent wails.

In the heart of the fog, a hunched figure, draped in a tattered cloak and holding a withered bone staff, slowly emerged.

Ghostly green flames flickered in the skull eye sockets at the tip of the staff.

It points directly to "Zhang Qiling".

The pressure emanating from these two beings far surpassed that of anything that had previously penetrated them.

It has almost reached a level comparable to that of "Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" who are currently sealed and restricted.

Furthermore, it is filled with violent physical destructive power.

One is permeated with a filthy and corrosive spiritual force.

Zhang Qiling moved.

Facing the horned giant who charged forward with a massive axe that seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he even assume any defensive stance.

Just as the giant axe was about to strike, he took a half-step forward with his left foot.

The right fist came out straight up from below.

There was no sound of wind, no light or shadow.

It is simply the purest and most concentrated burst of power.

The fist strikes the axe blade.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar, far exceeding the clang of metal on metal and almost shattering space itself, exploded out.

The black flame giant axe shattered inch by inch, starting from the blade.

It transformed into countless black sparks flying across the sky.

The horned giant's massive body stiffened abruptly.

The axe-wielding right arm, along with half of the shoulder, exploded into a cloud of bluish-black blood mist under the impact of that unparalleled force.

It let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and disbelief.

The remaining single eye flashed with a burst of red light.

With his left fist clenched, he channeled the remaining power in his body and bursting black flames, and slammed it hard into Zhang Qiling's face.

Zhang Qiling still didn't dodge.

His right fist, which he had unleashed, pressed down in the same direction.

Change your fist into a palm with your fingers spread open in front of your opponent's left fist and in front of your body.

Without bias, it gripped the fist that was as big as his head.

"Click, click..."

The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out in rapid succession.

The horned giant's left fist, along with his wrist and forearm, felt as if it had been crushed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press as his five fingers were clasped together.

In an instant, it twisted and deformed, and blood, flesh, and bone fragments splattered from between its fingers.

Zhang Qiling, still holding his useless hand, took a step forward and turned to the side.

His left shoulder slammed into the giant's wide-open chest.

"Thump!"

The muffled sound was like the beating of a giant drum.

The horned giant's chest visibly caved in.

A sudden bulge appeared on the corresponding spot on his back, exploding into a bloody hole.

The red light in its eyes went out instantly.

The massive body was lifted off the ground by the force of the impact.

It traced an arc and crashed heavily into the distant rock face, embedding itself deeply.

There was no more sound.

The corpse quickly dried up and weathered, turning into a cloud of black ash that fell down.

On the other side, "Zhang Qiling" faced the encroaching gray sea of ​​mist, which exuded a chilling aura and the wails of souls.

And the withered bone staff that appeared in the sea of ​​mist, releasing countless eerie green curse runes.

Finally, he drew his sword.

The moment the Black Gold Ancient Sword was drawn from its sheath, the blade did not reflect any light.

Instead, it swallowed up all the already dim light around it.

It was as if the blade itself was in a state of absolute "nothingness".

He ignored the creeping green runes that were coiling around him and the wailing that was trying to invade his mind.

He simply slashed down at the blurry, hunched figure in the center of the fog.

The blade sliced ​​through the air without making a sound.

But the sea of ​​fog, along with the dozens of pained faces churning within it.

And the withered bone staff that was pointed out.

And there's that hunched shadow behind the staff.

All of them were neatly and silently "erased" along the path of that single cut.

It's like erasing pencil marks with an eraser.

The area instantly returned to clarity.

Only a few wisps of gray smoke remained, quickly dissipating.

From the emergence of two powerful infiltrating monsters to their complete annihilation.

It only takes about three breaths.

Zhang Qiling shook his right hand, causing a few drops of bluish-black blood that didn't belong to him to fall.

Zhang Qiling returned his sword to its sheath.

Their gaze returned to the stone pillar that was trembling violently and had more and more cracks.

And the boiling, roaring crimson "magma" within the cracks.

"This is the last one."

"Zhang Qiling" repeated what "Zhang Qiling" had just said.

His tone remained calm, but both of them sensed something unusual in it.

At the top of the stone pillar, the terrifying sense of "sinking" was so clear it was almost tangible.

The crimson "magma" in the crack surged wildly back.

Instead of flowing outwards, it contracts and coalesces inwards.

The dim red light in the entire space flickered intermittently.

The groans emanating from the stone pillar turned into a dying wail.

The eye pattern on the surface burst open one after another, oozing a thick, dark red liquid.

"It's coming out."

"Zhang Qiling" walked to "Zhang Qiling's" side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, facing the stone pillar.

Zhang Qiling nodded.

He raised his right hand and slowly made a cut in the palm of his left hand with his thumbnail.

Fresh blood seeped out, not the usual bright red.

Instead, it gleamed with a pale golden luster, like molten red gold.

The blood didn't drip; instead, it floated in his palm.

It exudes a powerful, ancient, and majestic aura of intense heat.

It instantly diluted the sulfurous and rotten smell that permeated the space.

Qilin blood.

At the same time, "Zhang Qiling" also made the same move.

Cut open the palm of your left hand.

The flowing blood also had a pale golden sheen.

His aura is exactly the same as that of "Zhang Qiling".

Yet it carries a subtle difference that is hard to describe.

Like twin flowers born from the same source.

The two exchanged a glance.

At the same time, he pressed his bleeding left palm against the surface of the violently trembling, shattering stone pillar.

It was pressed into the center of those wildly spinning eye patterns.

"boom--!!!"

Inside the stone pillar, something seemed to let out a defiant, earth-shattering roar.

The entire space shook violently, and rocks collapsed from the rock walls.

The crimson entity that was about to fully solidify within the crack struggled violently, trying to break free.

But the two streams of pale golden Qilin blood already seemed to possess life.

Following the cracks in the stone pillar, and along the patterns of those eye designs, the energy rapidly spread, permeated, and penetrated deep into the core of the pillar.

And it coiled around the crimson entity deep within the crack.

Wherever the blood flowed, the trembling of the stone pillar noticeably decreased.

The spreading cracks were forcibly "welded" solidified.

The bulging eye patterns stopped rotating.

It was covered by a thin, pale gold film.

The struggle of the crimson entity within the crack grew weaker and weaker.

The roars that were uttered turned into suppressed, sealed muffled sobs.

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Qiling both had calm expressions.

Only fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his stern profile.

Their blood is fueled by its own origin.

It resonates with the remaining sealing power within the stone pillar.

They forcibly "cast" a brand new and stronger barrier.

The terrifying entity that was trying to infiltrate from behind that door.

All the erosion and loosening accumulated over the past decade will be suppressed and sealed off.

This is not a simple reinforcement.

Instead, it used its own Qilin bloodline as a guide to redefine the rules and duration of this seal.

Time passed in absolute silence and the struggle between forces.

The trembling of the stone pillar finally stopped completely.

The crimson light within the crack completely dimmed.

Only a cold, quiet crack remained, tightly sealed by pale gold patterns.

The shaking of the space subsided.

That suffocating, terrifying presence vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

The stone pillar returned to calm.

It appears even more ancient and dignified than when they first arrived ten years ago.

The surface of the pillar is covered with a very faint, almost invisible golden film.

It exudes a gentle yet resilient energy.

"Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" slowly withdrew their palms.

The wound on my palm has healed, leaving only a faint, barely visible white mark.

Both of them were a little unsteady on their feet, but their eyes remained bright.

"Three hundred years."

Zhang Qiling looked at the stone pillar that had returned to calm.

Sensing the new, stable, and powerful sealing energy within, a judgment was made.

"Um."

Zhang Qiling nodded.

With the Qilin blood essence they just injected and the reconstructed sealing core.

This is enough to ensure that this place remains stable and secure for three hundred years.

The biggest crisis within the sect was ended by them in the most direct and thorough way shortly after the start of the tenth year.

All that's left is to wait.

Waiting outside the door, the promised footsteps sounded.

Outside the door. The villa's living room.

This gathering at the end of the ninth winter saw an unprecedented turnout.

Wu Xie, Wang Pangzi, Xie Yuchen, Huo Xiuxiu, A Ning, Jiang Xun Gu, and Hei Xiazi.

Seven people sat around in the living room.

There was no lavish banquet, only a few cups of tea.

But the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.

On the large screen in the center of the living room was the final simulation model brought by Xie Yuchen.

The three-dimensional "key" phantom, composed of countless runes, was now crystal clear.

It is closely connected to a coordinate point that is shimmering with a faint light.

The coordinates point to a specific area deep in the East China Sea, below the cliff on the east side of Eye-shaped Island, in front of the Bronze Gate.

"Everyone."

Xie Yuchen stood up, his voice hoarse from exhaustion and excitement, but his eyes were burning.

"Ten years of research have brought all the clues together here."

"The manifestation coordinates, form, and resonance conditions of the 'Yang Key' with the 'Yin Key' have been basically clarified."

"The trigger point will be at a specific time on the agreed day, at the target location, achieved jointly by all of us using the 'Ghost Seal' as a medium."

He pointed to the open brocade box on the coffee table in front of Wu Xie.

Inside lay the dark, warm-looking Ghost Seal.

"Wu Xie, you are the maintainer of the 'agreement,' the holder of the Ghost Seal, and the core fuse of this operation."

Wu Xie took a deep breath, solemnly closed the lid of the brocade box, and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Aning pulled up her final action schedule and projected it onto another screen.

"In the next 300 days, we need to complete the final loading of all supplies, the final integration of personnel, and the on-site verification of the flight routes."

"Captain Chen's three ships are ready."

"Black Bear".

She looked at the man sitting in the corner, who unusually didn't have a joking expression.

"Your previous feedback on the 'contact' with the target area is an important parameter in the final analysis."

"We need you to conduct another close-up reconnaissance in the final stage to confirm the stable cycle of the energy field."

Black Bear nodded without saying a word.

He simply extended two fingers and casually touched his temple, which was considered an acceptance of the order.

Jiang Xun Gu said in a deep voice:

"The surrounding area has been cleared."

"For the next 300 days, I will ensure that there will be no 'noise' interference from Lin'an to Donghai Port and then to the target sea area."

Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together, looked around at everyone, grinned, but his eyes were a little red:

"Brothers and sisters, it's been ten years..."

"Finally, finally we're almost there!"

"Once the guys come out, I, Fatty, have to show off my skills!"

Huo Xiuxiu smiled and said:

"All document backups, analysis reports, and projection data have been packaged and archived."

"This is a testament to our ten years of hard work, and also... a possible clue to the future."

The levitating live-streaming ball hovered quietly in the corner of the living room.

The camera captured the gathering and vows made before the final operation.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments surged, filled with excitement, blessings, and long-awaited anticipation.

"Ten years!!"

"The day has finally come!"

"We absolutely have to succeed!"

"Let's pick the guys up and take them home!"

Inside the bronze gate, in front of the stone pillar.

"Zhang Qiling" and "Zhang Qiling" have sat down cross-legged again.

They were undergoing a period of rest and recuperation after the suppression and sealing.

The pulsation of the stone pillar has returned to normal.

It was even longer and more powerful than before, with a newborn, pale golden rhythm.

The crack was completely sealed, and not a sound leaked out.

【Ding. 】

The system's voice rang out, carrying an unprecedented sense of ease mixed with a touch of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

[Host, suppression complete. Three hundred years of peace. You can... take a vacation now.]

Zhang Qiling gave a faint "hmm" in his mind.

Those guys outside just finished their pep rally.

The plan is set; I'll knock on your door precisely 300 days from now.

The system's tone was tinged with amusement.

Wu Xie held the Ghost Seal as if it were his lifeblood.

The fat guy was clamoring to show off his skills.

[Ah Ning's schedule is accurate to the second.]

Hei Xiazi has been assigned a final reconnaissance mission... Everyone's waiting.

Zhang Qiling slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiling, who was also opening his eyes beside him.

"Soon."

Zhang Qiling nodded.

Their gazes passed over the calm stone pillar.

It seems to be able to penetrate thick layers of bronze and rock.

After seeing three hundred days and nights.

That familiar moonlight.

The reef where the tide has receded.

And those figures that have finally become clear again after a decade.

The stone pillars pulsed steadily in the new rhythm.

Three hundred days.

The final wait.