There was a faint sense—something mysterious, intangible—but once it appeared, it rarely turned out to be wrong.
The grand hall before them lay completely open to view. The most eye-catching feature, without a doubt, were the three treasure mountains. As soon as Tong Jiu and the others stepped inside, they had already set their eyes on those hills of treasure. The value they radiated was unmistakable. But whether they could be taken away—that was the real question.
Yi Tianxing was certain of one thing: Pharaoh would never be so generous as to leave behind a treasure without setting traps or mechanisms. That wouldn't make sense—and it certainly wouldn't match the Pharaoh's character.
Seeing Tong Jiu and the others begin to clash, Yi Tianxing and his group exchanged glances. In each other's eyes, they could see a flicker of wariness.
None of them made a move for the treasure.
"Be careful. This hall is definitely filled with hidden traps and mechanisms. It's far from simple. Do not let your guard down. But if Tong Jiu and the others start fighting, the traps might be triggered,"Yi Tianxing warned via voice transmission.
"Yeah, I feel it too. This place doesn't feel right. It's not as it seems."The Decomposer also sent a secret voice message.
"Let's just sit back and watch the tigers fight. The treasure isn't going to grow legs and run away,"the Paper Craftsman replied with a chuckle.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Just then, the golden and silver beans scattered across the floor suddenly burst into divine light. The light flared—and those beans began to transform.
In an instant, they morphed into mummies, each one wielding weapons shaped like curved scythes. They were real mummies, wrapped in golden burial cloths, their entire bodies gleaming with a chilling golden glow.
The silver beans transformed into silver mummies, more refined, each holding a mystic staff. They radiated a graceful yet mysterious aura, as if they could unleash world-ending spells at any moment.
The bronze beans, wrapped in bronze burial cloths, turned into bronze mummies holding war spears—each massive and exuding brutal power.
"What? The gold beans became mummies?!"
"Damn it! These aren't just beans—they're spiritual beans, spell beans, infused with divine techniques!"
"This is the divine technique 'Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers', no—worse! These are puppets, alchemical puppets! They're artificial alchemical lifeforms, unaware of pain or fear. They only obey commands and fight to the death!"
In the blink of an eye, the scattered alchemical beans morphed into an army of alchemical puppets.
Alchemy was a miraculous art—capable of turning decay into divinity, reversing life and death, even rewriting the laws of existence. Alchemical creations were often strange and otherworldly. At its core, alchemy sought to create life—and nothing embodied that more than these puppets.
"Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers combined with alchemy... and merged with the techniques of mummification. The Pharaoh actually created so many alchemical mummies! This alone is the force of a massive army. Once they attack, they're practically unstoppable,"the Paper Craftsman exclaimed, his jaw dropping.
What seemed like a mountain of treasure had, in an instant, turned into a terrifying death trap.
It wasn't that the treasures weren't real—but to obtain them, one had to survive this first. Each puppet had power on par with the Dharmic Manifestation Realm. One or two weren't scary—but this was a full army.
If the entire hall was filled, if every gold, silver, and bronze bean turned into a puppet—then there would be millions. The entire place would be crushed under the weight of their numbers.
"Such finely crafted puppets… forged from refined gold, mystic silver, and sun-bronze. Their foundations are solid—it's no wonder they're so powerful. If all of them awaken, their numbers could reach tens of millions,"Yi Tianxing thought in awe.
Each puppet held a spark of spirituality, even a soul. The soul was the true core of each puppet.
He didn't know where the Pharaoh had acquired so many souls, but considering the Pharaoh's power, summoning the dead would be child's play. This just revealed how horrifying the Pharaoh's methods truly were.
What a grand plan—a terrifying one at that.
"Kill!!"
"It's a trap! A goddamn trap! My refined gold! My mystic silver! Kill them all!"
"Die!!"
The alien cultivators were stunned—and furious. The treasure had vanished in the blink of an eye. Who could remain calm?
The treasure had grown wings and flown away.
"You seek death!"
Tong Jiu's face turned cold. His third eye suddenly opened. Within that eye, one could see a vast world of thunder and lightning, arcs of electricity dancing like serpents. The pressure was immense.
This eye was no ordinary eye—it was the Thunder God Eye (雷霆神眸).
Within the divine eye was an innate thunder world, capable of generating countless divine lightning bolts. The more thunder it stored, the more terrifying its power. In the future, it could even control Heaven's Tribulation, evolving into the legendary Heavenly Tribulation God Eye—a true godly eye capable of commanding thunder like a deity.
Compared to the Voidbreaking God Eye, it was no less powerful—and perhaps even more so, depending on fate and cultivation.
Thunder God Eye – Chain Lightning!!
A flash of lightning burst from the divine eye, shooting forward like a silver whip. It struck a golden mummy—boom!—it shattered into fragments, the divine lightning leaping from one to another, destroying each mummy it touched.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the mummies fell, gold and silver beans dropped to the floor, their light dimmed, their spirits extinguished—reverting to their original form.
"So that's it. Defeating the mummies returns the treasure. It still exists,"Tong Jiu nodded slightly, understanding now.
The other alien cultivators saw it too—and their greed intensified.
These weren't just beans—they were potentially alchemical treasures holding lost crafting techniques. If they could bring them back, they'd be priceless.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the bronze gates of the hall opened again.
A large troop of soldiers surged inside.
They were all dressed in uniform military armor—but strangely, they didn't wield weapons. Instead, they carried Luoyang shovels.
Imagine a group of elite warriors… all charging in with shovels. Yi Tianxing's lips twitched at the sight, shaking his head.
It shattered every expectation he had of a professional army.
These were none other than the Mojin Elites under Cao Cao—not three thousand, but at least three hundred. They'd clearly been scattered across the tomb complex but had now regrouped.
Leading them was a general of the Cao clan—Cao Hong.
Cao Hong, courtesy name Zilian, was a trusted kinsman of Cao Cao.
Back in the day, he had rescued Cao Cao after a crushing defeat near Yingyang by sacrificing his own horse. He had followed Cao Cao through numerous campaigns, from quelling internal rebellions to defending against foreign threats. At the Battle of Guandu, he was entrusted with holding the main camp. In the Hanzhong campaign, he fought against Liu Bei's forces and helped repel generals like Zhang Fei and Ma Chao.
Because of his loyalty and valor, he became a key commander among Cao Cao's elite Tomb Plundering Forces.
Upon seeing the army of alchemical puppets, Cao Hong shouted:
"Heavenly Coffin's Blessing—All Taboos Nullified!!"
With that cry, he raised his Luoyang shovel—and slammed it directly into a mummy's head.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out. The mummy was instantly reduced to a gold bean, reverting on the spot. Clearly, the shovel held some strange mystical power.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The Mojin Elites followed suit, swinging their shovels with uncanny precision. Every hit landed square on the forehead. No matter how the mummies dodged, they couldn't escape. The shovels even repelled the mummies' magical attacks with a strange protective glow, radiating from their Mojin Talismans.
In moments, the scene became utterly surreal.
A mob of elite tomb raiders roamed the hall, knocking down mummies with precise, practiced movements—and snatching up the resulting beans with astounding speed.
"No way… this is straight-up robbery! These Mojin guys are brutal! Charging in and bashing heads like it's nothing! What the hell did Cao Cao create?"the Paper Artisan exclaimed in disbelief.
"Let's move! If we don't act now, there won't be a single scrap left once those Mojin guys are done!"Yi Tianxing said with a grin.
He had already gained a pretty good understanding of the Mojin Elites' strange divine abilities.