Free Web NovelThe entire Yunmeng Underground Palace was rumbling and shaking, with fine dust and debris falling from the ceiling.
Within the Yunmeng Underground Palace, some drastic change seemed to be occurring.
"Is the great tomb collapsing?!"
Bai Jinghong exclaimed.
Everyone's expressions changed instantly.
This Yunmeng Underground Palace was grand and vast beyond measure; they were now deep underground, and if it were to collapse, it would be even more terrifying than a mountain range crumbling.
To be buried alive inside, even Outer Scenery powerhouses of the Fifth Realm would be hard-pressed to escape, let alone them.
"It shouldn't collapse."
Li Mo's expression was solemn, but he still shook his head.
He hadn't seen anyone die due to the Yunmeng Underground Palace collapsing in his Tianming Divine Eye.
Ying Bing's brows furrowed, and after a moment of contemplation, she softly said,
"Someone has triggered the killing formation on the chessboard."
Some people simply didn't understand the complex rules of this Yunmeng Underground Palace and likely wandered aimlessly, naturally walking into a dead end.
"There are many powerhouses among those who descended into the tomb; if they trigger a killing formation, they naturally won't just sit there and wait for death."
Tian Miao meant that those people were trying to break through with brute force.
Unable to comprehend the Yunmeng Underground Palace's mysteries, they simply began to use physical force, forcing their way in. The latter might come at a considerable cost, or even lead to unpredictable consequences.
"We need to speed up."
Li Mo and Ying Bing exchanged glances, then looked at Tian Miao.
At the very least, Jiang Yu had a Controlling Mystery powerhouse and the Sky Patrol Guard behind him, while Tan Zhuyin had two Law Body Realm Law Kings behind him. If they truly advanced to the main tomb chamber regardless of the cost, it was hard to say who would be faster.
Moreover, if the Yunmeng Underground Palace was damaged to a certain extent, the original methods of Cracking might become ineffective.
"Are you leaving?" Bai Jinghong asked hesitantly.
Li Mo nodded: "You all stay here and don't move. This part of the Yunmeng Underground Palace is safe. If you go further, I might not be able to guarantee your safety."
"What if something unexpected happens, and the city gate catches fire, affecting the fish in the pond..."
"..."
The Hengyun Three Heroes experienced being mere cannon fodder for the first time, and their expressions were quite complex.
But they also knew Li Mo had a point, so they decided to stay put.
"You go, we'll be fine."
"Mhm, don't wander off. You've all read the storybooks, right? People who are too curious often get the first bento box..."
Li Mo urged again, and Ice Cube had already set the numbers on the door.
The three figures disappeared into the darkness once more.
The swordsmen, who had been so resolute just now, suddenly felt very quiet all around. The dark and empty environment felt as if a few tomb-guarding beasts might suddenly emerge from somewhere...
"We can... do it."
"Hiss, I suddenly feel so cold..."
The swordsmen silently became weak, helpless, and pathetic in the darkness, trembling in the crumbling Yunmeng Underground Palace.
Who isn't a child anymore...
...
Li Mo walked at the forefront, clearing the path. The three of them had returned to the correct Dao, and as Ice Cube opened one Yunmeng Underground Palace door after another, they drew closer to the Yunmeng Underground Palace's depths. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
And the rumbling of thunder remained at a fluctuating distance from them.
"Ice Cube, how much longer?"
Li Mo asked, but there was no response for a long time.
He saw Ying Bing squatting in front of the stone door, her eyes slightly dazed, as if she had lost herself for some reason.
"Ice Cube? Are you alright."
Li Mo held her hand and gently called out, a little worried.
"The situation in the Yunmeng Underground Palace has changed. I was just calculating the final step. I'm fine."
Ying Bing pursed her lips and gently shook her head.
She then twisted the numbers on the base to the correct position.
"It's open."
This time, there was no sound of the Yunmeng Underground Palace shaking, only the heavy friction sound of the stone door.
The soft light of the clam pearl illuminated the darkness ahead. This was a deep, secluded passage, and judging by the marks on the stone wall, it was definitely man-made.
Li Mo, with his strongest Physical Body, shielded Ying Bing behind him.
"I'll go first, you follow me."
"Mhm."
Footsteps echoed.
This long passage also had murals, and their content was even more complete, including the two previously seen.
Or rather, they were the continuation of the murals above.
The subsequent content was that after the Innate creatures were transformed into totems by the power of all living beings, the various tribes of the Human Race began to wage war against each other, until only two largest ones remained.
One used red paint, and the other used black.
Behind both sides stood colossal figures, precisely the Nine Heavens Immortals who descended from the Nine Heavens.
There were five Immortals behind the black tribe, led by the Nine-Colored Yuanhuang female, and among the remaining three was the Dream God.
Behind the white tribe were four figures whose identities were unknown.
Finally, the black tribe won, and the white tribe was absorbed.
The two tribes merged, and the Nine-Colored Yuanhuang Incarnation of the female became a giant divine bird, sheltering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths under her wings.
Another tall figure put on a crown and ascended the throne as emperor.
A kingdom appeared.
"The Tianming Xuanbird descended and gave birth to Shang?"
After Li Mo finished speaking, he felt this sentence sounded somewhat familiar.
"So the founding emperor of Great Shang was actually an Immortal from the Nine Heavens?"
"Perhaps." Tian Miao also couldn't confirm something from such a distant era.
"However, we ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) need to move faster."
The three continued along the passage.
The later murals seemed to record the succession of Great Shang emperors, and the time grew closer to the date this Yunmeng Underground Palace was built.
Besides paintings, some characters also began to appear on the walls of the passage.
"The age of these characters should be very old..."
Tian Miao frowned and looked for a moment, then shook her head.
Li Mo, needless to say, didn't recognize a single one. These were certainly not Chinese characters.
"This is a diary." Ying Bing suddenly said.
"A diary? Who writes that stuff, a proper person..."
Li Mo was somewhat curious about what this diary, separated by thousands of years, contained.
Ying Bing gazed at the characters on the wall, then softly read aloud:
"Today is the fourteenth year since I began overseeing the construction of Yunmeng Palace, and also my eighty-second year as God Summoning Sect Leader."
"When building Yunmeng Palace, I initially thought to proceed step by step, but during the process, I discovered I could use the Nine Deaths Chess Game for the layout. That was a dead end chess game played by the Yunmeng Ancestral God against the Heavens."
"Even if the Yunmeng Ancestral God truly awakens, It won't be able to solve it..."
"I'm increasingly clearly feeling my own changes. Every morning when I wake up, I feel more and more unfamiliar with myself."
"This chess game is truly difficult to arrange; not a single step can be wrong, otherwise, all efforts will be in vain."
"If I were still an Immortal, I could just wave my hand..."
The handwriting here turned into scribbles, as if the writer was extremely shocked and flustered, wondering why he would suddenly have such a thought.
"Isn't he the God Summoning Sect Leader? What does he mean, 'when he was an Immortal'?"
Li Mo also felt confused.
The subsequent handwriting became very suppressed and restrained.
"I am Qin Yuzhi, the God Summoning Sect Leader. I am building the Yunmeng Underground Palace..."
"I must hurry, otherwise It will awaken within me... transforming from a dream into reality..."
"At that time, my existence will merely be one of Its dreams..."
"Am I still myself now? I can't tell, I truly can't tell..."
The murals ended here, and the passage was almost at its end.
