Chapter 978 - 362: He’s... About to Turn Around!

A figure slowly walked out from within the stone pillar.

It was none other than the deputy leader of the Desolate Bone Corps, Gu Yan!

But at this moment, Gu Yan’s aura was completely different from before, like a different person.

His once lean body seemed to have swollen by a size, the exposed skin taking on a strange, ashen, stone-like sheen, sprouting white hair; muscles knotted and bulged, and faint dark-yellow bone spurs pierced through his joints and jutted out.

His eyes were glowing with two clusters of eerie green light.

Gu Yan’s lips curled with a wicked, deeply satisfied smile.

His gaze swept over the Cyan Dragon Gang and Lingxiao Association who were braced for battle in the hall, as if facing a great enemy, and he inclined his body slightly.

The movement was elegant, as though in thanks:

"Hehehe... Many thanks to all of you, for adding bricks and tiles to our revival."

The moment his words fell.

Buzz—!

The entire hall, in every direction, at countless points, began to writhe violently as if boiling.

One after another, in groups and clusters, figures in the Desolate Bone Corps’ standard gray-white bone-pattern combat garb crawled out like fiends rising from Hell’s sludge.

They slowly peeled away from the architecture and stepped out.

The aura on their bodies shared the same origin as Gu Yan’s.

Their eyes were empty, only two dots of ghostly green fire flickering within.

Their numbers... dense as a swarm, filling every corner of the hall in an instant.

They encircled Wei Banmeng and the teams behind him in layer upon layer, sealing them in tightly.

Feeling their aura.

It was very clear.

These newly appeared people like Gu Yan, the corpse-stench on them compared to the Corpse Puppets encountered before...

Was far, far heavier.

The atmosphere fell silent in an instant.

A great battle was on the verge of erupting.

...

Cold.

Deathly still.

Boundless darkness, like viscous ink, wrapped around everything.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Though his Star Remnant Form had already been dispelled.

Those deep eyes, in the absolute darkness.

Still clearly reflected everything around him, down to the tiniest detail.

At this moment Fang Qingyu was at the bottom of a downward-slanting passage.

Above him, a collapse of rubble and soil blocked the way, completely burying and sealing off the spot where he had fallen.

Beneath him lay bone ash that had accumulated for untold years.

That’s right, bone ash.

The pale-gray powder gave off a faint phosphorus-fire breath, piled in a thick layer.

And buried within these strata of bone ash were countless incomplete, jagged white bones.

Broken arm bones, shattered skulls, twisted spines, and so on.

Like the very bedrock of Hell, they paved every inch of ground as far as the eye could see.

On some of the bones, scraps of clothing clung like rotted rags, their styles ancient and strange.

Clearly not modern clothing.

This place.

Was abruptly revealed as the entrance to a vast, almost unimaginable underground palace of bones.

Resentment and yin-cold so dense they could not be dispelled coiled like countless icy tendrils, trying to burrow into Fang Qingyu’s body.

But to someone whose flesh was the Star Remains and whose body was shielded by Shenxiao Thunder.

These auras were no more than a breeze brushing past his face.

"So this is the Chaotic Burial Mound Underground Palace!?"

Fang Qingyu understood.

Old Man Hong’s guess had indeed been correct.

After learning about Chen Wudi’s situation earlier, although Old Man Hong hadn’t said much over the phone right away.

It was obvious he had gone to look into the current state of the City of Injustice afterward.

And then he sent Fang Qingyu a message saying...

This Corpse Driver had very likely received some sort of legacy.

And this Earth Palace...

Was somewhat like Chen Yuanshan’s place of inheritance.

Fang Qingyu slowly rose to his feet, his combat suit veiled in faint starlight, spotless.

His gaze swept forward.

The only way out was a passage that slanted downward.

The walls of the passage were likewise stacked from countless white bones mixed with some kind of gray-black adhesive.

Innumerable hollow eye sockets and gaping jaws stared silently at the intruder.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Qingyu stepped out.

Starlight flickered faintly around him, his whole body transforming into a stream of pale-silver light too fast for the naked eye to catch, racing toward the depths of the passage.

His Speed was so great that the wind he raised plowed a deep furrow through the bone ash on the ground.

Exposing even more ghastly remains beneath.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as he moved, countless holes in the bone walls on either side of the passage suddenly fired a dense rain of poisoned bone needles.

From cracks in the walls, huge guillotines, crusted with rust and dark-red scabs of blood, snapped out.

The bones on the ground flipped.

Sharp bone spikes thrust upward like brambles.

Countless mechanisms were triggered within the passage.

Yet the moment they touched that flowing layer of faint starlight on Fang Qingyu’s skin...

Every mechanism was like a tickle.

Not only did they fail to pose any threat to Fang Qingyu.

They didn’t even slow his Speed by a fraction.

Fang Qingyu barreled straight through the trap-filled passage, overwhelming everything in his path.

Where he passed, every bone mechanism was ground to dust.

Leaving only a ravaged corridor violently bored through.

He burst out of the narrow passage and the view suddenly opened up.

It was a relatively spacious burial chamber.

The four walls were no longer pure white bone, but carved with murals whose colors were mottled yet still recognizable—grim scenes of war and mysterious sacrificial rites.

The mural style was rough and ancient.

And to call this a burial chamber.

Was because at the very center sat a stone coffin carved from a single piece of black stone.

At this moment, the lid of that black stone coffin seemed barely able to hold.

It was grinding out "kada... kada..." sounds that set one’s teeth on edge.

Shuddering violently.

As though something inside was ramming madly against it, desperate to break free from the coffin.

But Fang Qingyu had no leisure to wait for whatever was inside to come out.

His gaze lingered on the stone coffin for less than half a second.