"This body must be extraordinary, right?" Zhang Shih-hao suddenly realized.
“Of course it’s not simple.” Ye Xingchen nodded: “It’s at least not an ordinary person. The corpse was nourished by the evil god and will have a part of the divine essence. Taking it back to Futu Mountain to study the corpse poison will be of great help.”
"Understood." Zhang Shihao nodded, then he remembered that the people of Futu Mountain were actually nourishing corpse poison? This plan was too frightening. He couldn't help but shudder and subconsciously moved further away from Bai Wei.
Bai Wei glanced at him, smiled to herself, and continued walking down the passage without saying a word.
The ancestral land chosen by the previous dynasty's royal family was a dragon vein at the time, and the fate of the previous dynasty was entirely locked here.
However, this dragon vein has long since moved elsewhere over time, so the Jin clan's fortune has been almost completely depleted.
Even though the Eight Dragons Formation has been drawing on Ye Jinyu's luck over the years to make up for it, the effect has been minimal, barely managing to gather a patch of spiritual energy.
Ye Xingchen couldn't help but sigh. When one's fate is sealed, it's sealed. Even if the descendants of the Jin family try one after another to make amends, it will be to no avail.
After all, the issues involved were far too complex, and my father had indeed suffered a lot over the years.
We walked down for about half an hour, and the place got hotter and hotter as we went, so there must be lava beneath the Kim family ancestral tomb.
Moreover, the further down they went, the dimmer the light became, and the three of them could faintly hear cries and screams, as if endless wronged souls were howling inside.
"We've arrived." Bai Wei suddenly stopped and looked ahead, a complex expression deep in her eyes.
In the distance, she saw a huge platform with one side of it a dark red color, which was magma with a temperature of thousands of degrees.
The group nearly reached the Earth's core, a place also the closest to hell.
Above the platform was a huge dragon head, its mouth wide open, revealing a look of pain.
Directly below the dragon's head, there was a person whose limbs were all chained by thick iron locks.
This person has gray hair, long hair hanging down, obscuring his original face.
Every so often, a desperate wail would emanate from the dragon's head, followed by an invisible force that flowed throughout the man's body, draining all his luck.
Ye Xingchen's hands trembled slightly as he stared intently at the man locked beneath the dragon's head.
That enormous dragon head was the Eight Dragons Formation, and the person locked beneath it was none other than his father, Ye Jinyu.
Ye Xingchen clenched her fists tightly, looking at the man who, despite being tortured beyond recognition, still stood ramrod straight.
Tears silently slid down Ye Xingchen's cheeks.
This is his father, the figure he has dreamt of countless times day and night.
He had thought about how the two of them would meet more than once, but he never expected that they would meet in this way.
I slowly took a step forward. Dad, I'm late. I've come to take you home.
Then, just as he was about to walk forward, Zhang Shih-hao grabbed Ye Xing-chen's arm.
"Ye Xingchen, don't rush. That's the Eight Dragons Formation; it's not that simple. Let's assess the situation first," Zhang Shihao said.
“Yes, don’t be fooled by the fact that our formation is only a few dozen feet high. The person who can set up the Eight Dragons Formation is no ordinary person.” Bai Wei also advised, “Perhaps every step forward is fraught with danger.”
Ye Xingchen thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, stopped, and patiently used his divine sense to survey his surroundings.
This was quite a surprise. A malevolent aura rose from all around, and more than a dozen large and small formations appeared around the platform.
These formations include flames, ice spikes, summoning spirits, and illusions.
Moreover, the purpose of these formations is almost identical: to kill everyone who comes here.
If Ye Xingchen had actually taken that step, he would have faced endless crises.
“The people of the previous dynasty were truly vicious.” Zhang Shihao withdrew his consciousness: “There are at least a dozen formations in front of us. If Old Ye had gone over there just now, even if he had survived by chance, he would have been seriously injured and his strength would have been greatly reduced.”
As he spoke, he placed a compass on the ground, then made a hand seal and gave a deep shout.
As he opened his arms, a golden light spread out along the compass.
All the hidden dangers lurking in front of the platform were immediately exposed.
The arrays of varying sizes are combined into one, creating a very strong sense of impact.
“Look, this is the method of the previous dynasty.” Zhang Shih-hao sneered: “If they had put half of this effort into the country and the people, the previous dynasty would not have fallen behind others by nearly a hundred years.”
“These are just minor formations, nothing to worry about.” Ye Xingchen took a step forward and stood at the edge of these formations.
He has calmed down now. Even though his father is right next to him, he needs to stay clear-headed, especially at times like these.
Otherwise, all his previous efforts might be in vain. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down.
"The formation isn't difficult to break, but there's one person who hasn't arrived yet."
Ye Xingchen looked around.
"Who hasn't arrived yet?" Zhang Shih-hao asked, somewhat puzzled.
“The evil god, Yoshio Matsuoka.” Ye Xingchen looked around warily: “He had already taken shape when he was at the Great Wuxiang Temple.”
"All it takes is a human body to re-possess a human body."
"However, while possessing a human body, he gained some divine attributes, but this guy hasn't appeared yet."
“Yes, Yoshio Matsuoka, the evil god.” Bai Wei nodded, looking around warily: “These great formations are actually not a problem. The real issue is that evil god.”
"Hey, you Japanese devils, we're here! Come out now!" Zhang Shihao swaggered to the edge of the formation and yelled at the surroundings.
"Aren't you an evil god? How come even ordinary people like us are afraid of your evil god from Japan? Come out now, stand properly if you're going to get beaten, and hurry up and finish this so we can leave."
I called out several times, but no one responded. The huge underground space was empty.
"No one's responding." Zhang Shih-hao shrugged. "Is this guy even here?"
“Impossible.” Ye Xingchen shook his head: “The Great Wuxiang Temple refined him into an evil god, so he must be here.”
"Besides, after he left the Great Wuxiang Temple, he had nowhere else to go but here."
"Then we need to check the situation here. He might be nearby. Everyone be careful." Bai Wei pulled out a dagger and looked around warily.
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