The two walked into the mountain stream, where a small, clear water flowed beneath their feet, teeming with fish and shrimp.
Qin Chuan calmly released several treasure-hunting beasts. Long Yuanchong was no match for Qin Chuan now, but caution was still necessary.
"You've found Master," Long Yuanchong suddenly said.
Qin Chuan's body trembled slightly, very slightly, because Long Yuanchong's words weren't a question, but a statement of fact.
"How did you know?" Qin Chuan asked curiously.
Long Yuanchong shook his head: "I also know you're Master's son. Don't worry, although I sometimes go too far, I still respect Master and the others."
"Respect doesn't mean you won't dare offend them." Qin Chuan looked at Long Yuanchong, at this moment wanting to kill him.
Long Yuanchong looked at Qin Chuan seriously and said, "Even if I'm a bad person, I have my bottom line."
Qin Chuan smiled but didn't speak. He could feel the sincerity in Long Yuanchong's words and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd see how things went next.
"Alright, I'll believe you this once."
"Aside from the time I attacked you when we were young, there hasn't been another one. Attacking my junior sister is different from that time. Actually, that incident has punished me over the years; I've dreamt of you many times." Long Yuanchong shook his head slightly.
Qin Chuan smiled: "Dreaming of me taking revenge."
"It's not revenge, but the dream still involves me attacking you. I haven't had a good time. Perhaps you'll say I'm hypocritical, but seeing you alive now makes me happy. Whether you believe it or not, I'm telling the truth. You should know I don't lie."
"Look, the Imperial Tomb!"
A voice from ahead made Qin Chuan and Long Yuanchong look over.
A large crowd had already gathered there, but no one went in. It was the entrance to a strange hall, like the mouth of a demon.
The Imperial Tomb!
Legend says it's the tomb of a Great Emperor.
This Great Emperor isn't necessarily an Emperor-level being; it's a title, not a martial artist's cultivation level. However, Great Emperors can be very powerful, or not so powerful.
Regardless, it's certain they were all figures with extraordinary influence, and their tombs must be extraordinary.
The two also rushed over. A large crowd had gathered, but no one was the first to enter.
Qin Chuan looked at the entrance to the imperial tomb; it was a black vortex, very eerie. Many people tried throwing things into it,
but they all sank without a trace. Some even threw in demonic beasts, but there was no response.
This made many people hesitate; people have an instinctive fear of the unknown, after all, life or death was uncertain once inside.
Qin Chuan was also observing. The power of his Golden Divine Eyes was on full display; he could see what was happening inside the black vortex.
This wasn't an illusion, but it wasn't a death trap either. It was actually a maze. If you didn't understand the formation, your life was uncertain. If you survived, you could enter the tomb—it was a matter of chance.
Failure meant death, so whatever went in now, regardless of life or death, couldn't come out, making it feel very dangerous to others.
But there were many strong and capable people here, so soon someone found the trick to enter, and people kept going in.
"Senior Brother, let's go in!" Long Yuanchong said.
Qin Chuan nodded, and Long Yuanchong leaped in. Qin Chuan followed. Long Yuanchong's skill in formations wasn't as good as Qin Chuan's, but he was still formidable.
The biggest advantage of this formation was its deceptive power, which greatly amplified its strength. Once the deception was seen through, breaking the formation would be much easier.
Entering this formation tested both formation skills and eyesight. Qin Chuan possessed special eyes, making breaking the formation relatively easy.
However, without special eyes or eye-related combat techniques, breaking it would be much more difficult.
Long Yuanchong didn't have special eyes, but he had eye-related combat techniques and was skilled in formations, so he entered easily as well.
Passing through the formation, they entered the tomb's interior. There were already no fewer than a hundred people there. With more people came more powerful individuals; those who could come here were no ordinary people, so it wasn't surprising that so many had gathered.
The Imperial Mausoleum Gate!
They were now at the true gate of the Imperial Mausoleum, a gate hundreds of meters high, exuding an imposing and domineering aura. A pair of golden dragon totems adorned the gate.
The gate was tightly shut, its pitch-black surface adorned with golden dragon totems, radiating an oppressive aura.
Qin Chuan could sense a terrifying force emanating from it—a lingering power. While the presence of authority itself wasn't frightening, the lingering power itself indicated that the entity capable of leaving behind such power was formidable.
However, this lingering power was of two kinds: the power left by the living and the power left by the dead.
The lingering power at the imperial mausoleum was, without a doubt, the power of the deceased emperor. The fact that
his authority remained even after death was terrifying; after all, death extinguishes all, and this was merely the gate, yet the lingering power was palpable even here, far exceeding the level of pressure most people could exert.
Everyone standing here wasn't unable to enter; those who had reached this point could certainly enter. However, the gate would open automatically, just not yet.
A full three hours later, the gate slowly opened.
By then, there were no fewer than a thousand people present. The moment the gate opened, the black vortex outside closed, preventing anyone from entering.
As the pitch-black gate opened, it was as if the gates of hell had been opened, yet besides an unsettling feeling, there was also an aura of sacred solemnity,
inspiring reverence .
The long, dark avenue was not brightly lit, but things were still easily visible, though it instilled a sense of unease.
Everyone entered the passage in an orderly fashion. The passage was a floating bridge, with bottomless abysses on either side. This wasn't frightening; at this level, flying was simple.
However, within the abysses on either side of the floating bridge were terrifying, chaotic currents—in other words, wind, but no ordinary wind.
Even the people here couldn't withstand this wind. Although they were powerfully cultivated, they were still flesh and blood, and this wind could easily pulverize them.
The terror of nature far exceeded human imagination. Even powerful martial artists were insignificant before the true laws of heaven and the power of the universe, like stones sinking into the sea, utterly incomparable.
But this place was strange; while the surrounding area was incredibly dangerous, this floating bridge was remarkably safe.
A bridge of life and death!
However, there are always some people with malicious intentions here, or rather, some of them have grudges against each other, so the peaceful moment is quickly broken.