Chapter 712 - 433: Nurturing Flying Corpses? An Army Covered in Talismans (Part 2)

Chapter 712: Chapter 433: Nurturing Flying Corpses? An Army Covered in Talismans (Part 2)

In this chaotic world where humans and ghosts are indistinguishable, and hearts are unpredictable, Lu Xuan never trusts anyone, not even these seemingly loyal subordinates.

Power must be in one’s own hands, and so must the means of retreat be firmly held by oneself.

This is also the sorrow of all magicians in this world.

Before reaching the legendary realm of the Heavenly Master, their bodies are essentially no different from mortals, still fragile, capable of injury and death.

Even though Lu Xuan has blessed himself with numerous talismans, such as the Talisman of Great Strength, the Godspeed Talisman, and the Sun Flame Protective Talisman, he ultimately cannot move mountains or fill seas, or maintain an indestructible body.

If truly buried alive beneath thousands of tons of soil and rock, once the spiritual power within is exhausted, it would be his time of demise!

Lu Xuan cannot take such a risk, nor does he want to.

However, although he doesn’t personally risk himself, he has means to perceive everything beneath the tomb.

Underground, Deputy Mo and Feng Shui Master exchanged a glance; they had long received Lu Xuan’s secret order and were in charge of the specific command of this tomb exploration operation.

The next second, Deputy Mo seemed to think of something, and with a grimace, took out something from his bosom.

It was a folded yellow triangular talisman, covered with fine twisting incantations drawn with cinnabar.

He glanced at it disdainfully, it looked unappetizing, but considering it was a command from the Grand Master himself.

So even if it was a lump of dung in front, Deputy Mo would grit his teeth and swallow it.

He closed his eyes, raised his neck, stuffed the talisman whole into his mouth, and forced it down; his throat bobbed with difficulty.

Meanwhile, at the entrance on the ground.

Lu Xuan, with an indifferent expression, raised his right hand and sent his index finger to the void, where a small cut formed at the fingertip.

A bright red drop of blood seeped out, and strangely, within that blood bead faintly shimmered an almost imperceptible golden glow!

He then quickly smeared this drop of essence blood over each eyelid.

"Buzz—"

A faint, soul-level tremor sounded.

When Lu Xuan opened his eyes again, a golden talisman seemed to flash deep within his pupils.

The next moment, a clear image that only he could see suddenly emerged in the void before him.

That image was precisely the real-time scene within the tomb transmitted through that "subordinate talisman" swallowed by Deputy Mo!

The main burial chamber was extraordinarily spacious, the dome high, disappearing into the darkness above, like the hollowed belly of a mountain.

Because the soldiers who went down first had tested with the Everlasting Lamp to confirm there was no accumulation of explosive "marsh gas", several corners of the burial chamber could now support limited torches.

The torchlight flickered unsteadily, barely dispelling a small patch of darkness near the walls.

The air flowed slowly, carrying a heavy scent of earth and a faint blend of aged decayed wood and rusted metal, conserving oxygen was a necessary consideration.

In the center,

A massive obsidian stone coffin stood like a throne upon the elevated platform.

The coffin, crafted entirely from Yin Mountain Black Stone, exuded an aura of forbidding coldness.

On the coffin lid, a lifelike white tiger relief was poised, not as a traditional auspicious symbol, but ready to pounce, exposing its sharp teeth, eyes inlaid with rubies, brimming with violence and bloodshed.

Surrounding the white tiger were inscriptions of the tomb owner—Grand General Weiyuan’s life, documenting his illustrious military exploits and boundless slaughter.

Concurrently, beneath the base tightly against the platform, instead of a coffin, there were channels carved artificially, where turbid dark red liquid filled with a scent of blood flowed—this was the drawn underground Yin Evil Blood Spring.

It, like the veins of life, provided the entire coffin matrix with a continuous supply of underground malicious energy.

Most bone-chilling, however, was the arrangement around the main coffin.

On the periphery, nine slightly smaller dark red coffins encircled the main coffin in a Nine-Palace formation.

The color of these coffins resembled coagulated blood, and buried within were surely Grand General Weiyuan’s most loyal and battle-hungry guards from his lifetime.

They were expected, upon their master’s revival, to awaken first as the core officer corps to command the army.

And outside the nine blood coffins lay hundreds of densely packed coffins, black as ink.

The material of these coffins was ordinary, but their lids were all painted with twisted talismans in cinnabar, as if suppressing something.

Represented within are the captured enemy commanders, imprisoned powerful magicians, and even collected mountain spirits and wild monsters.

The malicious energy they amassed was also concentrated by the Feng Shui array, nourishing the main coffin.

Maybe it was due to seeing the light of day again, or the sudden influx of several hundred living human presences.

The entire space exuded a highly oppressive atmosphere, as if some balance was being disrupted.

Amidst the flickering, oppressive light and shadows, human greed began to stir quietly.

In one corner of the burial chamber, piled high gold, silver, jewels, and exquisite porcelain glint invitingly in the dim torchlight.

Five hundred soldiers, well-trained, suppressed their inner excitement, swiftly and orderly began placing those priceless grave goods carefully into baskets.

And at the center of the chamber, the massive obsidian main coffin, the nine dark red blood coffins surrounding it, and the further hundreds of densely packed, pitch-black "Hundred Ghost" coffins, still stood silently in the gloom.

They contrasted eerily with the soldiers feverishly transporting treasure in the corner, like two worlds not interfering with each other.