Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 299 Burial Objects from Ten Thousand Years Ago

The Exorcist Clan

Dreamweavers

Astrology

These three tribes were actually branches of the ancient ghost tribe. Bai Zhi let out a soft "hmm" but she didn't ask.

Of this legendary race, in the present-day Jiuzhou Continent, only the Dreamweavers appeared for thousands of years, but quickly disappeared and became extinct a thousand years ago.

As for the doomsday catastrophe, that is how the ghost clan calls themselves.

Bai Zhi guessed that it must be related to the fact that Shen Tu was suppressed in Jinghai and all the creatures in Jinghai were buried with him.

Du Fang didn't ask either.

He knew that if they continued asking questions like this, they would never be able to escape this long dark road.

This road buried all the history before the Great Desolation.

The story of the rise, fall and destruction of a great clan.

He just wanted to rush to the burial place of the gods to see why this evil god who was suppressed by three immortal weapons chose him.

Bronze coffins kept flying through the corridor.

One headless stone man after another was sacrificed in this way.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

The coffin seemed to fly out of the corridor.

The familiar scene appeared in front of Du Fang again.

There was a dim color in front of them. The sky was yellow and the flames were also yellow.

Floating in the void are countless broken continents, cities, and wooden villages, slowly drifting on the endless turquoise sea.

On every island or broken land, there is a pitch-black palace.

In these vast displaced lands, there is a long river composed of countless white resentful spirits, winding into the distance and extending into the depths of the void.

The bronze coffin rolled over these white ghosts and bypassed those huge islands.

This time, Du Fang finally saw those black temples up close.

Each of these black halls has eight eaves, with a giant beast's head hanging on it. The head has not decayed for thousands of years, and is engraved with incomprehensible golden runes.

Du Fang remembered very clearly that when he and Mo Qingfeng came out of the hall, they saw the same scene.

You Huang's face was filled with endless emotion. "This is the place where our spirit ghost ancestors once lived for tens of thousands of years. Unfortunately, after His Majesty was banished to the mortal world, our ancestors were also buried with His Majesty during the sacrifice."

Du Fang took a breath of cold air:

To sacrifice tens of millions of lives, countless swathes of land and islands, to bury an evil god, how immense was this god's magical power? Just how powerful was his cultivation to create such a desolate lost continent, and… to encapsulate the entire lost world within a single painting.

In an instant, Du Fang finally felt the insignificance of human power.

Even in this world, the strong ones who have reached the ninth level seem like ants in front of the true god, without any power to resist.

Bai Zhi suddenly asked:

"Your ancient ancestors worshipped the legendary North Pole Ghost Emperor, right?"

You Huang glanced at her and finally nodded:

"Miss Bai, you know a lot!"

Bai Zhi didn't even look at the gaze she was sending her way. "This North Pole Ghost Emperor is the former incarnation of the God Slayer. In pursuit of immortality, he slashed his own cultivation and fell to the bottom of this sea of ​​​​realms, taking your Spirit Ghost Clan with him as a burial object!"

"you are wrong!"

Youhuang no longer looked at her, his eyes fixed on the distance.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll explain it to you when we get to the burial ground of the gods!"

The green coffin slid silently.

Du Fang looked at the road made of vengeful spirits under his feet, and he finally understood that the so-called Road of Eternal Darkness was a bridge formed by these vengeful spirits that had been dead for thousands of years.

The bronze coffin is like a boat, passing over these resentful spirits.

Go to the so-called burial place of the gods.

The bronze coffin gradually came to a stop, and the white ghosts beneath it began to disappear. A weathered and decaying ferry suddenly appeared before the green coffin.

"Is this the time?"

In front of Du Fang's eyes was a ball of fog, white fog covering a floating island whose end was almost invisible. He looked at the floating island covered with fog.

Is this the burial place of Shen Tu?

The place where the ghost clan worships gods?

You Huang didn't say anything, but took out two beads from her body with a cold expression. Her method was very strange. She took out a small box, dipped some ointment from the box with her fingers, rubbed it into her nostrils, and then handed the box to Du Fang.

"What is this doing?"

Du Fang had no idea what this old woman was up to.

Baizhi seemed to know what was going on, so she put the beads in her mouth and rubbed the ointment into her nose.

"If you want to get through this alive, just listen to me!" Youhuang's voice was very faint.

"The high priest of our tribe wishes to see you. Only after you pass his test can we enter the burial ground!"

Another assessment, damn, it never ends.

Du Fang did as he was told dejectedly.

When all this is done.

Youhuang said lightly, "Let's go!" and stepped onto the ferry.

Those rotten wooden boards creaked, and looking at the endless void below, Du Fang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He had never been to such a place before.

Bai Zhi, however, looked calm:

"It's okay, let's go!"

Youhuang walked in front, and Baizhi held him, fearing that he would fall into the vast void below if he was not careful.

At the end of the long causeway is a floating island.

As the white fog became so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, the first step they took on the white sand suddenly disappeared.

When his eyes regained clarity, he was immediately stunned by the huge mountains.

Then, his eyes widened to the size of a cow's, and he looked at the mountains in front of him in almost disbelief.

That was not a mountain range, it was an endless pile of corpses, countless corpses, densely packed, endless corpses piled up into a mountain.

Mountains of corpses piled up into mountain ranges, stretching for thousands of miles, with almost no end in sight.

Du Fang finally understood why he had to hold the beads in his mouth. Without this thing to cover up the corpse aura, the death aura alone could take a person's life.

In this dark scroll, they are not immune to all poisons.

There was a trace of sadness in Youhuang's expression, and he said softly:

"This is the ancestor of my Spirit Ghost Clan who was once sacrificed. His body has remained in this space for ten thousand years without decaying. After his soul was stripped out, he suffered the pain of not being able to reincarnate for ten thousand years in this Netherworld scroll."

Bai Zhi said softly:

"With so many corpses that haven't turned into corpses, and so much Yin energy gathered from these corpses, wouldn't this vast and endless mountain of corpses breed a terrifying ten-thousand-year-old corpse king?"

"No, these are our ancestors who were buried with us!"

Youhuang was the first to climb up the mountain of corpses.

Du Fang's heart couldn't help but beat wildly: "Is there no other way here? Do we have to go through this? Isn't it a disgrace to our ancestors?"

"If you stay here, you will only die faster!"

Youhuang said this and never looked back.

Bai Zhi and Du Fang could only bite the bullet and follow. Their hearts were pounding, and the strong stench of the corpse made it impossible for them to open their eyes.

Baizhi kept coughing.

Du Fang took off his clothes and covered her mouth.

Bai Zhi gave him a grateful look.

He pulled her, Bai Zhi closed her eyes, and they walked through the sea of ​​piled corpses, one step deep and one step shallow.