Chapter 695 - 427: Seventh Life! Warlord Chief! Excavating the Grand Tomb!

Chapter 695: Chapter 427: Seventh Life! Warlord Chief! Excavating the Grand Tomb!

Lu Xuan’s consciousness fell into silence, then awoke in an instant.

A familiar vast pressure enveloped him; this is—the Celestial Martial Realm!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Sixth-Life Red Dust Immortal (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Heaven-Burning Saber Skill 19/9 (Can be deduced), As Far as Heaven 17/9 (Can be deduced), Deathless and Indestructible 17/9 (Can be deduced).

Points: 1.11 billion

Please confirm, whether to consume 200 million system points to deduce Heaven-Burning Saber Skill!

Please confirm, whether to consume 120 million system points to deduce As Far as Heaven!

Please confirm, whether to consume 80 million system points to deduce Deathless and Indestructible!

"Deduce!"

Thoughts surged like a flood breaking a dam, four hundred million system points instantly evaporated, transforming into a torrent of the most primal insights and power that crazily flooded into his immortal soul and immortal body.

"Boom——!"

Within him seemed as if the universe was opening; the realm barrier of the Sixth-Life Red Dust Immortal shattered inch by inch under the impact of this enormous power.

His cultivation soared at an unbelievable speed, reaching the peak of Sixth-Life Red Dust Immortal completion!

Yet, the vast power was still not exhausted, like a tidal wave blocked by an invisible barrier, it surged violently within, unable to break through that final shackle.

The Seventh-Lifetime Red Dust Immortal is beyond reach; one must re-enter the Red Dust world, experience tribulations, to be complete.

"Unable to breakthrough... then it shall stay."

Lu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, a scene of the birth and death of myriad worlds seemed to flash and disappear within.

Without the slightest hesitation, his powerful divine soul, already at the completion of the Sixth-Life, carried the immense power within him that had nowhere to vent, once again transformed into a black-golden light tearing through the void of eternity, and resolutely cast himself towards the sensed new world of Red Dust.

Birds chirped, the fragrance of flowers floated subtly.

A fresh air so unbelievable surged into his lungs, completely awakening Lu Xuan from the chaos.

He opened his eyes, met by a scene akin to a paradise on earth.

Three green mountains embraced the area like a stable Taishi Chair, holding the valley in their arms.

On the east and west sides, the ridges were rugged and steep, with rocks bare like Bai Gu, showing no grass or wood.

Beyond the lush foliage nearby, his gaze turned towards the center of the valley—there stood a lone circular stone hill, dark red in color, like a huge, unformed scab, firmly stamped upon the earth.

Ahead of the stone hill lay a deep chasm, seemingly bottomless, and even from a distance, one could sense the cold wind blowing out perpetually from within.

This combination seemed like an invisible giant Bai Gu, opening its massive mouth to devour everything, with the dark red stone hill merely a "corpse bait" not yet in its mouth.

Following this, a stream meandered around the stone hill, its water muddy, casting a foreboding red hue under the dim sky.

Of course, there was no real blood flowing; it was the cinnabar veins rich in the streambed that had dyed the water red.

Hence, though clear skies were above, a gray fog eternally gathered above this valley, refusing sunlight, immersing everything in an oppressive twilight.

The sight before him was strange but not the focus.

Lu Xuan’s peripheral vision flicked slightly, his heart suddenly tightened, surrounded by thousands of soldiers in black.

Each one donned a worn, faded blue uniform, tightly gripping outdated rifles and semi-automatic pistols.

All eyes converged intently on Lu Xuan, with a gaze complex and hard to decipher—filled with fear, dependence, and an overwhelming sense of hopeless expectation, heavy enough to suffocate.

To his left, a soldier in uniform with a sly look and shifty eyes bent over, a flattering smile plastered on his face, seemingly at his beck and call.

To his right, a similarly lean man, yet dressed as a civilian official, resembling an advisor, who was eagerly speaking without pause.

"General, this place is the tomb selected by the infamous Grand General Weiyuan two hundred years ago!"

The advisor pointed towards the bloody stone hill and deep chasm, his voice becoming excited.

"Thus, it is also known as General Mountain, in feng shui it is said ’extremes reverse’! This ’white tiger biting corpse’ originally a most fierce and evil formation,

but if one like Grand General Weiyuan, of great power and destiny, self-buries at the position of ’corpse bait’ in the tiger’s mouth, he can suppress the white tiger with his soaring deadly energy and reverse this great evil formation into a treasuring formation of ’Fake White Tiger Bowing Its Head’!"

His speech grew more fervent, spittle almost flying out.

"Grand General Weiyuan carried heavy slaughter during his life, likely to use this earthly dark energy to nourish himself, vainly attempting to become a ’corpse’ to achieve Corpse Dissolution Immortal!"

"Inside his tomb would be national treasures buried with him! More crucially, these treasures soaked in this earthly dark energy for a millennium, becoming ’Evil Artifacts’ themselves... truly invaluable for demon suppression, a treasure of utmost rarity!"

The advisor rambled on, eyes shining, as if the treacherous ground before him was not a frightening dead land, but easily obtainable treasures of the world.

This General Hollow, locally spoken as a dead land ’with entry but no exit’.

Yet in the advisor’s eyes, and now before the compelled Lu Xuan, it was an extraordinarily rare and dangerous supreme feng shui site.

The saying ’white tiger biting corpse’, great evil hides great secrets, great danger possesses great treasure.

The memories of this body surged like a tide, instantly washing over Lu Xuan’s cognition.

He understood, this place was not any historical fragment Lu Xuan knew.

This was a bizarre parallel Republic of China, similarly with foreign guns and cannons, surrounded by powerful nations, but the nation’s rules had already crumbled.