Chapter 979 - 362: He’s... About to Turn Around!

He turned without hesitation towards the dark passage leading deeper into the tomb.

Starlight flashed again.

Fang Qingyu’s figure flitted through the chamber like a specter, vanishing into the passage behind.

At the moment his figure disappeared.

BOOM!!!

The lid of the stone coffin was violently flung off by a great force.

It crashed heavily against the mural of the tomb, scattering debris!

A tall, rigid figure sat upright from the coffin.

It wore a set of archaic and heavy bronze general armor covered in green rust, with dark green slimy moss in the gaps of the armor plates.

The exposed skin was shriveled and blackened, clinging to the bones, covered in inch-long ghastly white fur.

Its eyes, like two dimly burning green ghostly flames, were especially unsettling in the darkness.

Its green ghost fire pupils locked onto the direction of Fang Qingyu’s disappearance.

A low growl of "huh... huh..." came from its throat.

The shriveled nostrils slightly twitching.

Seemingly capturing the scent of the living’s vital qi blood.

The next moment!

BANG!!!

The bottom of the stone coffin beneath it exploded with a roar.

The white-haired ancient corpse became a blur of intertwining pallor and bronze rust.

With a stench of decay so strong it made one nauseous, it pursued Fang Qingyu into the passage with astonishing speed.

Fang Qingyu raced through the dark passage.

He darted through four or five tomb chambers of varying sizes and eerie, ominous designs one after another.

Behind him, the sounds of pursuit quickly multiplied from a single source!

Bang! Boom!

In the second tomb chamber.

An ancient corpse clad in tattered armor, covered in longer, denser gray hair, and wielding a broken halberd emerged from a coffin, joining the chase with a roar.

In the third tomb chamber, the stone coffin shattered.

An unusually burly ancient corpse, clad in heavy armor and covered in dark red short fur, leaped out.

The massive bone battleaxe in its hand dragged along the ground, emitting a grating sound.

The ghost fire in its eyes was a terrifying crimson.

Surpassing the previous white-haired and gray-haired ancient corpses in aura.

Fang Qingyu was fully aware that something was chasing him.

However, at this moment, those things were not important.

Furthermore, their speed was not quite fast enough.

At least, under the full exertion of the Universal Tracing Body Technique, they couldn’t catch up for now.

So Fang Qingyu could presently afford to ignore them.

The passage seemed endless, descending deeper towards the netherworld.

The air grew increasingly cold, the scent of death and decay more and more intense.

Finally, after forcefully smashing through another decaying stone door covered in runes.

The view suddenly opened up.

An unimaginably vast underground space unfolded before Fang Qingyu.

No longer were there narrow tomb chambers and corridors.

But an underground palace so grand it took one’s breath away.

A dome tens of meters high, supported by countless gigantic pillars adorned with strange reliefs.

The floor was laid with neatly cut yet cracked bluestone slabs.

At the end of the palace, atop layers of white bone steps, stood a throne constructed of countless massive skeletons inlaid with various gems.

And at this moment, upon that throne, a symbol of death and power...

A figure sat quietly.

His back turned to the entrance, wearing a luxurious robe woven from countless fine dark gold bones, the hem dragging along the pallid bone steps.

Long gray hair spread loosely over his shoulders.

One elbow casually rested on the armrest of the throne, supporting his cheek.

As if in deep thought, or perhaps merely resting.

Fang Qingyu’s racing figure instinctively slowed.

Finally stopping in the center of the palace, a hundred meters from the massive bone steps.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze immediately locked onto the back of the figure on the throne.

Chen Yuanshan?

No!

This aura was nothing like that of the crazed old ghost Chen Yuanshan.

Who was he?!

In the instant Fang Qingyu halted and stared.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the passage behind him, three figures, enveloped in strong corpse energy and violent aura, forcefully shattered the stone door behind him and stormed into the palace.

Three ancient corpses emanating terrifying auras landed in a pyramidal formation.

Ghost fire pupils of green, murky blue, and crimson.

First locked firmly onto Fang Qingyu, then with instinctive awe and submission.

Involuntarily turned towards the exalted Skeleton Throne.

Atop the Skeleton Throne.

The figure with scattered gray hair seemed disturbed by the commotion of the intruders and pursuers.

The hand supporting his cheek slowly dropped.

He...

Was about to turn around.