I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

He summoned the battle flags and made some arrangements outside the stone gate.

Even if this place is not a dragon tomb, judging from its scale, it is still a great cultivator that he cannot match.

Such tombs are bound to be fraught with danger, so he had to secure an escape route for himself before taking any action.

One by one, the array flags were arranged in a rotating pattern in front of the stone gate, and then suddenly they were planted in the ground. Threads of spiritual energy, invisible to the naked eye, extended from the array flags, forming several runes that made one's spirit tremble slightly.

The flags made from dragon skin swayed without wind, like giant hands, making Bai Lin feel as if his dragon soul was being constantly pulled away.

After sensing the entanglement and connection between his dragon soul and the array flag, Bai Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This formation is not very sophisticated; it's more like a "safety rope" specifically designed for dragon souls.

Even so, this kind of formation can only be set up by those at the Nascent Soul stage, after they have a rudimentary understanding and perception of the soul.

"If one reaches the seventh transformation of the dragon and completely transforms into a primordial spirit, then there will be no need for such trouble," Bai Lin thought to himself.

He checked the formation again to make sure there were no oversights, and then his body dispersed back into the mist.

As the mist gradually approached the crack and dissipated, the area in front of the stone gate fell completely silent, leaving only the array flags standing quietly.

The flag's triangle was sharp as a knife, lying horizontally in the air.

……

With the help of the [Concealment and Hiding] supernatural power, Bai Lin's body successfully disappeared into the almost imperceptible crack.

His consciousness bypassed the cracks and entered the stone gate before his body could.

Just as he had guessed, his divine sense, after passing through the cracks, felt as if it had entered a quagmire, making it impossible to move an inch.

It is obvious that the restrictions in the tomb are in effect.

Bai Lin silently withdrew his divine sense, and after about two breaths, his body completely passed through the crack, revealing his figure on the other side of the stone door.

His vision was completely dark, and he could only see objects two or three meters away.

Bai Lin was not surprised by this.

His ability to see in the dark does not depend on his eyes, but rather on the power of his spiritual sense.

Since there is a restriction on divine sense here, it is only natural that it can affect vision.

Bai Lin had only seen such scenes in books before, and experiencing it for the first time made him a little nervous.

He paused for two seconds, then tried to look around. He could only see that the ground beneath his feet was black stone, its dark color seemingly drawing all the light into the area.

"The first step is to break the restriction, and we cannot use magic rashly, lest we awaken those tomb-guarding mechanisms..." Bai Lin recalled the records in the book.

Sensing the dragon energy lingering in the air, he felt he needed to be more cautious to avoid awakening any dragon puppets that might exist.

If this place is indeed a dragon tomb, there is a high probability that dragon puppets exist here.

He moved slowly, observing his surroundings, and soon came across a stone wall.

The stone wall is over ten meters high, with a rough surface and is also black.

He clung to the stone wall, cautiously exploring forward, and gradually discovered more and more.

He saw the ever-burning lamp embedded in the stone wall; it was simple in design and the oil had run out.

Bai Lin hesitated for a moment, then abandoned the idea of ​​injecting spiritual energy to make it light up again.

He also encountered several pillars standing beside the stone wall.

But apart from that, I never saw anything else, such as carvings or runes.

About ten minutes later, Bai Lin encountered the first corner.

He estimated that he had traveled several hundred meters by this time.

Turning the corner, he continued forward, and as before, apart from a few evenly spaced eternal lamps and scattered stone pillars that seemed to have no discernible pattern, he saw nothing else.

He hovered one meter above the ground, patiently exploring.

More than an hour passed quietly.

Bai Lin suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Looking at the faint claw mark on the stone wall, he slowly exhaled.

In this dark and enclosed space, he was actually finding it a bit difficult to endure, but fortunately he finally saw this mark.

This means he has finally returned to where he started.

The trajectory he had previously traveled had already formed a pattern in his mind.

He passed through a total of nine corners, each with a roughly equal distance between them, forming a regular nonagon with an area equivalent to hundreds of standard football fields.

He closed his eyes and silently compared the shape and size with the miscellaneous books he had browsed before, and soon came up with some useful information.

He leaped into the air, groped around on the top of the stone wall, and indeed found some grooves.

He could already visualize the overall layout of the tomb.

It is very similar to a funeral method called "Nine Spirits Star Tomb" in ancient books.

However, that kind of tomb is not the style that dragons prefer.

As an ancient race, the dragons have always held themselves in high esteem, and their tombs are mostly ornate and flamboyant.

Actually, the dragon race rarely set up various restrictions in tombs. It was only after the rise of the Dragon Transformation Sect that they learned this from human cultivators.

After verifying his guess, Bai Lin shifted his gaze to the top and then raised his claws.

A ball of water slowly condensed in his claws, transforming into a small knife about half a foot long, which shot into the air with his thought.

A sharp crack suddenly rang out, as if something had been broken, and an invisible ripple flashed through the air.

Even though no lights were on, Bai Lin's vision suddenly became clear.

He immediately spotted the enormous stone coffin suspended in the center, as well as the rows of stone pillars that stood upright.

These stone pillars appear to number in the hundreds, scattered and arranged in a layout that clearly references the legendary pillars supporting the sky.

As for the area beneath the hanging coffin...

As Bai Lin was looking over, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound; the ground was shaking.

He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but look at the dome at the very top of the hanging coffin.

That is the weakest point of the restrictions on this type of tomb. According to the book, as long as it is slightly damaged, the restrictions can be rendered ineffective without disturbing the tomb guardians.

The tomb guardians have clearly been awakened!

The author held back a detail, or perhaps...

As Bai Lin was pondering, the ground began to crack and tremble, emanating powerful auras.

Under his gaze, nine stone figures, each five or six meters tall, crawled out from underground.

The nine stone figures, each wielding a different weapon—swords, spears, halberds, forks, axes, clubs, whips, and hammers—immediately charged towards Bai Lin upon their appearance.

Bai Lin hastily launched a countermeasure.

To his relief, these stone figures were not particularly strong; judging from the aura emanating from them, each one was only equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, they are not living creatures; all they can do is fight...

wrong!

Their movements were measured and controlled, clearly demonstrating an extremely sophisticated coordinated formation.

As they moved forward and backward, the stone pillars also silently shifted and changed positions.

Bai Lin, who was quite composed at first, gradually began to feel the strain.

His expression grew increasingly solemn as he realized that this was the Nine Spirits Star Tomb.

Its core is the "Nine Spirits," and it was only when Bai Lin actually fought against them that he realized how troublesome these things were.

Even more worryingly, he discovered that during the battle, the nine stone figures were becoming increasingly skilled in their coordination, and their auras seemed to be subtly increasing, while he himself felt noticeably tired.

He realized it must be related to the layout of the tomb.

It is absorbing its own spiritual power in some way!

"That book definitely has a problem; it's omitted all the crucial parts!" Bai Lin thought to himself, annoyed.

To be honest, that was a miscellaneous book that ordinary disciples in the library could borrow. Very few people actually studied it. It was only because Bai Lin was too bored in the White Dragon Pool that he took it to read.

However, as he fought with these stone figures, he gradually sensed a sense of familiarity from the traces of their battle.

Bai Lin began to probe in a targeted manner and found that the sense of familiarity was becoming more and more obvious.

Isn't this a move from the Dragon Transformation Sect?

Bai Lin's expression turned strange, yet revealed a hint of anticipation.

Even before he saw these stone figures, he realized that this was probably not a real dragon tomb.

Dragons wouldn't go through all that trouble.

When they die, they transform all the dragon guards into tomb-guarding dragon puppets, which are far more powerful than dragon puppets.

After several tests, confirming that these stone figures were definitely related to the Hualong Sect, Bai Lin stepped back and immediately spoke loudly.

"The Dragon Transformation Sect cultivates inner supernatural powers, riding the long winds beyond the clouds of the heavens. Carrying dragon energy and with hearts turned to the Dao, the incantation proves the existence of our sect!"

With the sound, he unleashed a claw mark, which merged with the sound waves spreading in the air, instantly transforming into a smoky dragon shadow.

The dragon's shadow roared to the sky, its rolling sound waves overlapping with Bai Lin's voice, eventually dissipating into a blurry human figure.

As the figures gradually disappeared, the stone figures that had been attacking Bai Lin stopped, standing motionless like stone statues.

Become!

Seeing their reactions, Bai Lin knew he hadn't misjudged them.

This tomb is indeed the final resting place of a senior member of the Dragon Transformation Sect!

The dragon energy swirling around the hanging coffin must have been deliberately dissipated by that senior when he passed away.

He shifted his gaze to the hanging coffin and happened to see a faint light shining through it, landing on the stone figures.

The stone figure's body shattered, and from it floated clusters of transparent light that gathered in the air to form a human figure.

The man was dressed in a black Taoist robe, handsome, with a calm gaze, and his eyes met Bai Lin's.

"Greetings, senior!" Bai Lin bowed, extending its two front paws.

"So you're a junior from Bailongtan," the man said.

Bai Lin was secretly delighted and quickly asked, "May I ask how this senior from the sect is addressed?"

"My master named me Cangsong," the man said. "How is the outside world now? Has the Heavenly Demon been defeated?"

Bai Lin quickly recounted the current situation on Earth and asked, "Did you say you came from the Origin Continent? Or from the Ruins Continent...?"

"We still failed!" Cangsong did not answer Bailin's question, but sighed.

With that sigh, his figure faded considerably.

Bai Lin immediately became anxious.

He knew that the other party had survived to this day mainly because of a sliver of obsession, and he was determined not to let him lose heart at this time.

“I also met one of your junior brothers. He left a jade slip that mentioned your name…” he said.

Cangsong ignored Bailin's words and just stared blankly ahead.

Bai Lin followed his gaze but saw nothing at all.

"When the Heavenly Demons attacked, we should have united to fight them, but someone betrayed us," Cangsong suddenly said in a low voice. "I set up this tomb on my deathbed to lure him out..."

Bai Lin's heart skipped a beat, guessing that the other party must be referring to the owner of that thumb ring.

"It's a pity that his primordial spirit escaped by hiding in a magic treasure," Cangsong suddenly turned to Bailin and said, "Since you are still here, it means that the incense of our Dragon Transformation Sect has not been extinguished, and Master has definitely not failed... But you must spread the word that the people of the Corpse Sect cannot be trusted!"

As he finished speaking, his body became completely transparent and then disappeared.

Bai Lin felt empty inside, and a faint sense of disappointment surfaced.

He had hoped to get more information from him, but he just disappeared.

What sustained his last shred of obsession—was it for the Heavenly Demon, or to deliver that message?

The Corpse Sect has long since fallen apart, and now the Corpse Puppet Sect is affiliated with the Dragon Transformation Sect.