The Tomb Raiders (Mojin Xiaowei) had an almost unfair advantage inside this tomb.
Heavenly Coffin Blessing, a gift from the celestial coffin itself, rendered them immune to all taboos. It wasn't just protection—it was a unique divine incantation. With the blessing upon them, no external evil could harm them. The Luoyang Shovels they wielded seemed to be inscribed with strange rune formations, and each strike revealed the true form of any being—human, god, or ghost alike.
To be fair, these Tomb Raiders weren't particularly high in cultivation. However, thanks to the Great Wei Dynasty's careful nurturing, each had reached the Fate Map Realm. Some were just a step away from the Dharmic Aspect Realm, having reaped substantial rewards during the founding of the Tomb Gate. With one secluded retreat, they could easily ascend.
Working in tandem and wielding mysterious techniques, they were practically invincible within tombs.
Even facing ferocious Alchemical Golems, they fought with unparalleled synergy. Every swing of the Luoyang Shovel was deadly accurate. Backed by military formations, their cooperation was seamless—even when surrounded by hordes of golems, they struck them down with lethal precision.
Of course, that didn't mean the golems weren't formidable or terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, many alien cultivators were ripped apart by the mummified golems. Blood bloomed like macabre fireworks inside the grand hall. Even those at the Dharmic Aspect Realm fell to the onslaught. These mummies possessed absurd physical strength. Some were forged from gold beans—wielding scythes sharp beyond reason. Others, crafted from mithril, casually unleashed magical arts as effortlessly as breathing.
Divine techniques rained down like a storm. No matter how powerful the alien cultivators were, they were torn to shreds and scattered into nothingness.
"Fellow Daoist Yi, any ideas for dealing with these mummified golems? Let's make this a free-for-all. Whoever kills them keeps the loot. You get what you can claim,"said the Disassembler, chuckling.
"Agreed, let's each show our own skills,"added the Paper Craftsman, also smiling.
"Then it's settled,"Yi Tianxing smiled as well.
"Watch the needle!!"
With a smirk, the Disassembler suddenly revealed a flawless white jade needle, glowing with countless runes that pulsed with a divine aura of deconstruction.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The jade needle darted through the air at shocking speed, instantly reaching the mummies. Its eerie glow pierced through both magical techniques and raw physical strength. Struck mummies were instantly dismantled—their internal puppet restrictions disassembled, leaving only scattered spirit beans.
This jade needle was a unique treasure forged by the Disassembler himself—named Evil-Banishing Divine Needle (辟邪神针). Infused with the power of decomposition, it could penetrate any barrier or treasure. Nothing could withstand its force.
"Let this old man show you how it's done."
The Paper Craftsman stepped forward, tossing down a fire basin, then pulled out a shimmering spirit paper—each one glowing with silver and gold luster, clearly crafted through special means. Exactly three thousand sheets.
He tossed them into the basin and lit them ablaze.
Instantly, three thousand lights soared into the air, emitting a compelling pull.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The mummies, upon seeing the light, were irresistibly drawn to it, like moths to a flame. Without the slightest resistance, they lunged forward, seemingly hypnotized. It was as though something within them longed for the fire—an irresistible urge from deep in their souls.
The moment they reached the flames, they instantly transformed into spirit beans—gold, silver, and bronze—dropping with crisp metallic clinks into the basin.
The Paper Craftsman beamed from ear to ear, obviously delighted.
He had gathered a massive harvest in just moments.
"I have paper effigies in the thousands—burn the paper, and the spirits cross over!"– this was his bizarre yet effective technique. Though strange, it worked wonders. And he knew well the dangers of greed. In his long life, he had seen too many die for taking too much.
Yi Tianxing couldn't help but twitch at the sight.
"Interesting…"
Who would have thought that burning paper offerings would lure mummies to destroy themselves? And not only that—their souls were purified, not destroyed. They were seemingly reincarnated, as if spiritually guided into the cycle of rebirth.
Such was the Paper Craftsman's strange and spiritual ability.
"Very well, I suppose it's my turn too."
Yi Tianxing smiled. Since both had acted, he had no reason to hide his own strength.
With a thought, a mysterious ancient mirror appeared before him—black on one side, white on the other, continuously cycling between the two.
"Innate Yin-Yang Eye – Yin-Yang Mirror!!"
He activated it with a shout.
This mirror, his most powerful divine art against the undead, held terrifying dual powers. The black side brought instant death to the living; only the white side could revive them. It contained the powers of life and death, able to emit the Divine Light of Samsara.
The mummies were still puppets—but they only functioned due to the souls within them, which was precisely their weakness. This technique was the epitome of death and rebirth.
The white light burst forth—
A supreme Yang radiance, sharp and divine.
The moment it shone across the hall, a chorus of agonized howls erupted. Within the light, the souls of the mummies screamed and dissolved, burned like snow under a summer sun. In a flash, they vanished completely.
Clink, clink, clink!
Spirit beans rained down. Yi Tianxing swiftly collected them into his Treasure Pagoda, turning them into resources for cultivation.
Under the Yin-Yang Mirror, the mummies were obliterated. Even dormant spirit beans quivered under its might.
But just as Yi Tianxing was about to gather everything—
A sudden black vortex appeared above the hall.
From within it, a crystalline white bone staff shot out and struck the Yin-Yang Mirror.
Crack!!
The divine light shattered, and the mirror itself exploded into fragments, vanishing into thin air.
"You've gone too far."
A cold, emotionless voice echoed from the vortex—utterly chilling.
Then, all remaining spirit beans revived into mummies and vanished into the vortex, gone without a trace. The entire grand hall was suddenly empty.
And within the vortex—
A strange coffin lay in the void. A thin crack split its lid, radiating ominous pressure. Even through the vortex, the terrifying aura was palpable.
"The Pharaoh King!!"Yi Tianxing muttered, his eyes narrowing.
That ancient legend—rumored to be capable of entering hell itself—hadn't perished after all. He had awoken.
Whoosh!!
The vortex vanished, taking the coffin and the spirit beans with it.
"That was the Pharaoh King."
"Incredible. I could feel it—one thought from that presence, and I would've died instantly."– said both the Decomposer and Paper Craftsman , stunned.
"The Pharaoh King isn't dead… no. Most likely, he's been awake all along—just sealed,"Yi Tianxing said solemnly.