Chapter 248: Nuwa's Tomb (I)
Feng Tianning continued to walk inside. After passing through countless tombs, they finally saw the first coffin inside.
At this point, they were immune to the gold, silver, and jewelry in this ancient tomb, but they were still shocked when they saw the appearance of the tomb chamber in front of them.
The tomb door had already been opened, and a dark breath rushed towards him, making him stagger.
The door is as heavy as solidified time. I don’t know what kind of heavy iron it is forged from. It is covered with layers of reliefs and twisted patterns on it, like a trapped soul, crying silently in the darkness.
As you step through the door, the world that opens up is breathtaking.
"Tianning..." Fu Ruxuan pulled her sleeve nervously.
A grand hall stood tall in the darkness, its obsidian floor smooth as a mirror, reflecting the eerie starry sky above the dome - the glazed dome was inlaid with countless luminous pearls, like a solidified galaxy, faintly scattering a cold glow.
The light fell and was absorbed by the ground, leaving only deeper shadows.
The niches around the hall were filled with silent funeral companions.
They are not dry bones, but maids and warriors carved from the finest white jade. They have pale faces, lowered brows and humble eyes, standing in a humble posture, as if they will wake up from the eternal silence at any time.
The golden plates and jade bowls in their hands were filled with long-dried nectar and rotten delicacies, leaving only a luxurious remnant.
"What are these things?"
Qin Guan approached the maids and warriors.
Feng Tianning also frowned. She actually felt a trace of living breath on these dead objects.
But unlike other normal people, the breath of life on them is extremely weak, like... the living dead.
The most terrifying light came from the center of the hall. There, quietly rested a massive coffin, neither wood nor stone, but cast from a single block of translucent gold, like solidified, heavy liquid sunlight.
On the coffin lid, there are intricate reliefs depicting the owner's earthly majesty and god-like legends.
What is even more breathtaking is that the surface of the coffin is deeply inlaid with countless gems, as if the stars have been forcibly abducted and solidified in this small space.
The deep sapphire is like the heart of the ocean, the blood-red ruby is like a solidified flame, and the dark green emerald is like the soul of the deep forest...
They greedily grabbed the faint starlight from the dome, and released their own strange and cold glow in the darkness, as if countless eyes from the underworld, silently staring at the intruders in the silence.
Feng Tianning twitched her lips speechlessly. This colorful outfit was even more tacky than the Shamatte styles Fu Ruxuan had shown her.
What kind of taste did the tomb owner have that he inlaid the coffin with these gems?
Several huge brocade curtains hung down from the dome. It was unknown what divine skill had woven them. After so many years, their color was still as rich as fresh blood. They were embroidered with difficult-to-identify runes and mythical beast patterns with gold and silver threads. They hung heavily, motionless in the solidified air.
In front of the coffin, a huge crystal lamp tree rose from the ground, with countless faceted crystal branches extending upward, and each tip was topped with a huge night pearl. The pearl shone coldly, and the light was refracted and cut by thousands of crystals, casting countless jumping and swaying, elusive and strange light spots on the four walls and on the pale faces of the white jade attendants.
"It's too extravagant..." Pei Duyan couldn't help but be amazed.
He had seen many tombs and many emperors in history.
But no one's cemetery has ever been so luxurious.
Pei Duyan didn't dare to imagine how happy he would be if a tomb robber came to this cemetery.
Not to mention other tombs, just any treasure in this tomb is enough for a family to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, or even live a wealthy life.
Beneath the luxurious gold and jade, the air was heavy as lead, with a smell of decay that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, mixed with the remnants of precious spices.
Absolute silence enveloped this magnificent tomb, with only the breathing and heartbeats of Group 11 beating dully on the eardrums.
They stood in the center of this splendor, surrounded by solidified gold, solidified gems, and solidified jade figures, which silently declared a suffocating possession that transcended life and death - as if the tomb owner was sleeping in the core of endless wealth, and as if he was completely swallowed up by this tremendous wealth, and even his soul was sinking in this cold splendor.
The silence created by wealth is even lonelier than the vast wilderness. This temple is not so much a tomb as it is a futile and grand demonstration of wealth against death.
"Only gods can build such a cemetery." Pei Duyan couldn't help but sigh.
"That's right, this kind of place is totally beyond the capability of people back then."
"If it's not a human, then it can only be a powerful family that has accumulated wealth for generations and sent those treasures to this place day after day."
Zhang Lan also added.
But he couldn't understand why every item in the entire tomb was a priceless treasure. Which family had the financial resources to do so?
Even if they had the financial resources, wouldn't it be better to just give these things as gifts and trade them? Why send them to a cemetery where there might not even be a dead person?
Feng Tianning also frowned and thought about these questions.
She slowly approached the coffin in the middle, took a deep breath and pushed open the lid.
"This..." The others also saw the person lying inside and looked at Feng Tianning in shock.
The person inside was not a human being, but a stone doll.
The stone-carved doll is lifelike, and you can tell at a glance that the face on it is Feng Tianning's.
The only difference between her and now is that the stone doll is wearing complicated ancient costumes, while Feng Tianning is wearing simple sportswear.
"Tianning, is this you?"
At this moment, everyone also remembered the murals they saw when they came to the ancient tomb last time.
The person in the painting was about 70% similar to Feng Tianning, but they were anxious to continue walking down and didn't pay much attention to it.
Later, they entered the Fangcun Realm and everyone forgot about the matter.
Now that I think about it carefully, all the signs seem to be related to Feng Tianning.
Even Feng Tianning felt like he was back home when he came to this ancient tomb. He could easily find the mechanism hidden in the innermost part.
"Grandma, this isn't...your grave, is it?"
Qin Guan had long known that Feng Tianning's identity was not simple, and he also knew from his grandfather that she might have been a cultivator who had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Therefore, it is very likely that this ancient tomb was built for Feng Tianning by her "descendants", which is why there are these murals.
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