Chapter 127 - 108: Why Did You Come In?
As soon as Chen Yi stepped inside the massive bronze gate, he felt a faint suppression.
Turning his head to examine the stone walls on either side, he saw an array of obscure and convoluted ancient golden script. Accompanying it were motifs of deities wielding snakes, bold and archaic. These inscriptions and drawings served as spiritual suppressors protecting the main burial chamber, forcibly lowering the cultivational realm of intruders: Martial Artists were suppressed to the Sixth Rank, Taoists to Core Formation, and monks to the Meditation Realm.
This seemed disadvantageous for Zhou Yitang, who was initially of the First Rank with Nascent Soul cultivation. However, if the two were to engage in battle here, Chen Yi would surely falter.
The lower one’s realm, the more one tends to rely on an array of techniques, but such paths often lead astray.
Conversely, those of higher realms understand more deeply that every move must reach perfection; one must avoid distractions. When top-tier cultivators of the Third Rank duel, one unbreakable move alone often determines who survives until the end.
The corridor stretched long, evoking an odd sense of familiarity. In his past life, he and Zhou Yitang had supported each other here, slaughtering countless ancient beasts and spilling blood without end to reach this place.
Zhou Yitang walked ahead, seemingly lost in thought, while Chen Yi followed behind. She entrusted her back to him completely, without the slightest worry of him stabbing her in the back to end her life.
She knew he wasn’t that kind of man—at least, not toward women.
As they traversed the lengthy corridor, the path became wider and the space more open, but the gloom lingered. Only a faint hint of light appeared here and there.
After walking for the span of an incense stick’s burning, glass lanterns appeared on both sides in succession.
The lamps emitted faint blue flames, small and subdued. These were the Soul Lamps that marked the final hundred miles before the Yellow Springs—a chilling implication that the path to the main burial chamber led directly toward the netherworld.