Chapter 30:

When a few people gathered together, the chilling emperor’s tomb, filled with restless souls, didn’t seem so gloomy anymore.

As soon as the Black Snake saw Yao Yao, it began to chatter and talk about how it had seen through the false gods here and how it was wise and brave.

“I knew from the start that everyone would really believe and start praying. Unbelievable.”

Yao Yao’s eyes were clear, while Chong Yan remained expressionless.

Ji Rong’s face turned solemn, the Yu Ji Sword in his hands is speechless.

The Sword Spirit unusually did not expose his true colors at this moment, probably because she also felt a bit embarrassed.

One person, one sword, stood solemnly.

Only Yao Yao applauded enthusiastically after listening to the Black Snake’s analysis, saying, “Awesome.”

I didn’t expect the snake’s deception to be quite useful.

Chong Yan silently glanced at her, then looked away.

Unconsciously, the tip of his teeth ground together.

He had just gently kissed the top of her head when these people appeared.

The ancient demonic aura grew slightly heavy.

Meanwhile, the Black Snake happily continued to twist and turn in place, pointing at Chong Yan, saying, “Now, we’re supposed to find his heart, right? By the way, little pearl, I’ve got some plans.”

Chong Yan slowly raised his eyes.

The tomb, which had just become less chilly, dropped a few degrees in temperature.

The oppressive aura of the ancient demons was almost imperceptible when he deliberately restrained it, but even releasing a trace of it was enough to chill and suppress any other living beings.

And snakes, being cold-blooded creatures, were particularly sensitive to the cold.

The Black Snake, twisting and turning, finally stopped, “…”

Ji Rong, hugging himself, listened for a while on the side before finally understanding one thing. “So Yao Yao is Little Pearl, and I’m Pearl’s dad?”

The Black Snake’s small eyes look at them innocently.

Ji Rong, the young master of the Chang Sword sect, looked at him expressionlessly.

Are you crazy?

Yao Yao earnestly explained to Wen Yu, “He’s my brother.” Even though he does look a lot like our parents, she thought.

The young genius swordsman, Ji Rong, coldly snorted, lifted his sword, and turned to find a source of light.

The Chong Yan also coldly glanced at him, then led Yao Yao away to find the entrance to the Nine Layers Deep Stairs.

Wen Yu suddenly realized that he was being isolated by everyone. In disbelief, it looked left and right, then curled up sadly.

Its snake tail, like a crawling reptile, aimlessly poked around, making a tapping sound.

However, it unknowingly pressed against one of the hidden buttons in the darkness, and with a “click” sound, the coiling dragon pillar in the Emperor’s tomb began to rotate.

The wandering souls in the tomb all turned their heads to look in their direction.

Ji Rong, being the closest, instinctively wanted to protect Yao Yao, but when he turned around, Chong Yan had already pulled her to his side.

Okay.

Ji Rong turned his head back with complex emotions and continued to observe the towering coiling dragon pillar.

The carvings on it depicted the golden dragon formed by the convergence of golden light from merit.

As the pillar rotated, the golden dragon on its surface seemed to come to life, hovering in the clouds. Its exquisitely carved dragon eyes met the gazes of the people each time it completed a circle.

Chong Yan’s amber eyes met its gaze, and that momentary perspective was like a scene seen through divine eyes.

That eye, just like now, looked down on him from a high place.

Yao Yao reached out with both hands and held his cold palm.

In this chilling tomb, Chong Yan was like a sense of security itself. And all she could offer him seemed to be her hand.

Chong Yan knew she was standing by his side, leaning against him warmly. So he coldly stared into the dragon’s pupils without any expression.

He had already anticipated what would happen here.

The coiling dragon pillar rotated more and more, eventually generating a thin mist that spread out in a circle around the deep and steep stone steps, which were invisible in the depth of the pillar.

“What is this?”

These stone steps extended deep into the ground, already reaching the depths of the Emperor’s tomb in the mountains, and the space here was even deeper, plunging straight to the Earth’s core.

A cold mist, hinting at an eerie white aura, seeped out from the underground and spread.

If one is a disciple of the Wuji Sect, they would feel it clearly in that moment. The chilling and icy aura, similar to that of the ancient demon.

The “happiness” on the faces of the wandering souls in the hall seemed to be mixed with a hint of anxiety.

The Black Snake knew that it must have encountered a crucial mechanism, and immediately regained its confidence. “See, I found the entrance.”

Truly, it was him, the god of the deep sea.

However, the others did not immediately approach.

Obviously, there must be something else in the easily opened entrance that could drive away intruders.

But the heart of the ancient demon was indeed beneath these nine layers of deep stairs.

Chong Yan could feel it resonating faintly.

The wandering souls around began to gather.

Outside the hall, the “people” toiling in the fields also sensed something and gradually converged.

Yao Yao stepped forward. “We need to hurry.”

Although the deep stairs looked ominous, the male lead might appear at any moment. It would be better to act early and prevent him from getting Chong Yan’s heart. Otherwise, it would truly be defying fate.

Yao Yao’s palms emitted a shallow golden spiritual flow. If there was something below, she would do her best to expel it.

“Let’s go.”

She took the lead and stepped into the thin mist below the coiling dragon stairs.

The golden dragon eyes carved on the pillar rotated along with her movement, as if really watching.

Since Yao Yao had moved, all the people larger than her naturally followed suit.

Chong Yan take the lead in front of her, creating a path.

Everyone looked down along the coiling dragon pillar, only to see a winding darkness. The nine layers of deep stairs beneath the Emperor’s tomb were constructed against all odds, requiring extensive effort to dig deep, almost defying the heavens.

If the nine layers of deep stairs were looked at upside down, they would resemble an inverted ladder, shrouded in ethereal mist.

At first glance, it did indeed seem divine and ethereal.

But as Yao Yao walked into the mist, she realized that the “spiritual mist” did not have a warm and fulfilling sensation when absorbed. Instead, it was chilling, making one shiver.

Because it had absorbed too much underground Yin energy, it became so dense that it was almost viscous, just like the increasing number of wandering souls behind them.

Chong Yan entered the stone steps.

Suddenly, the faint glow in the empty coffins around them lit up, briefly illuminating the darkness.

It turned out that the four walls, top, and sides of the nine layers of deep stairs were all carved with murals.

Gods and creatures, praising and singing of merit. Golden dragons soaring in the sky, auspicious clouds and signs of good fortune.

It was the biography of that “divine being.”

The wandering souls behind began to agitate, pushing and shoving, desperately praying.

“Please…”

“Please, I beg you…”

Ji Rong tightly gripped the Yu Ji Sword this time, silently reciting the Clear Tranquility Scripture, no longer affected by the telepathy.

And these wandering souls themselves were not evil or malicious, their destructive power was not significant.

But precisely because their destructive power was not significant, or even quite pitiful, they couldn’t do anything.

The Black Snake stumbled accidentally and leaned against the wall. Raising its head, it saw the countless layers of golden dragon carvings on both sides of the deep stairs.

It saw the tail of a beast and automatically began to compare, looking up and down at the agile, lifelike golden dragon. Finally, it flicked its snake tail and muttered softly.

“It’s quite beautiful.”

Chong Yan happened to hear it.

Beautiful. Indeed.

An intact dragon body, without deformed bat wings or horns, adorned with the golden scales characteristic of the divine race.

Chong Yan lowered his head and passed through the deep stairs without careful observation.

But as he passed through with his aura, the glow gradually brightened. The murals depicted golden dragons soaring through the heavens, gold dragons acquiring divine power, and scenes of him bestowing blessings and receiving worship from the masses through his divine strength.

Chong Yan finally understood where the memories seen by the Divine Meteor Eye came from.

He knew that the golden dragon, after shedding its naturally weak body, had truly become dazzling and powerful within the tribe.

And his appearance was like night and day compared to that.

Yao Yao, protected by him from behind, also saw those scenes.

In the remnants of the divine temple, there were similar ceiling mural paintings. However, only the bloody and tragic memories of the ancient demons during their childhood and youth, isolated and subjected to heart-wrenching torment, were remembered.

And the eldest son who took away his divine power left behind a glorious legacy of traveling thousands of miles as a dragon and countless celebrated deeds.

Ha.

Chong Yan walked faster and faster, with the wandering souls behind them also jostling and murmuring, praying to the divine dragon.

The icy depths of Chong Yan’s amber eyes couldn’t bear it for a moment. He was about to turn around with sparks of ice flames already igniting.

But his hand was firmly grasped again.