My understanding is incredible: I gained enlightenment and immortality in the Kunlun Demon Kingdom

“It seems we’re not the only ones here,” Wu Sang Daoren said coldly, knowing he couldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

"Are you going to join forces against me?" Chen Ze's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but think of those unknown threats.

"Who said we would help you?" Wu Sang Daoist smiled sarcastically, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

An eerie atmosphere filled the air. Chen Ze and Tian Siyao stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Both of them knew that they might face more unknown dangers ahead.

But at least now, they have a glimmer of hope.

"Are you ready?" Chen Ze asked, looking at Tian Siyao.

"We can only prepare." Tian Siyao chuckled and picked up the jade sword, clearly indicating that she was ready.

With a wave of his arm, Chen Ze sent the Five-Colored Pagoda flying out of his arms, like a dazzling, multicolored gemstone, hovering in the air.

In an instant, the tower emitted a dazzling five-colored light, as if to dye the whole world in vibrant colors.

"Yin Yang Five Lights, break!" Chen Ze shouted softly, and the Five Lights and Ten Colors Pagoda immediately enlarged, with each color of light becoming even more dazzling.

A mournful cry, like the howl of a wolf, pierced the night sky, and a large number of demons and monsters rushed out of the tower.

These hideous creatures immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Taoist Wu Sang upon their appearance.

One of the ghosts, named "Yin Sha," constantly changes form, sometimes appearing as a human and sometimes as a wild beast, displaying extreme strangeness.

Wu Sang Daoist frowned deeply, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth, channeling his magical power to its limit, as he fought against these demons and monsters. "I'll see how long you can last!" Chen Ze brandished his Qingfeng Sword, its light flashing like a shooting star as he slashed towards Wu Sang Daoist.

"Don't be so smug!" Wu Sang Daoist snorted coldly, using his magic to control a wind blade to block.

At this moment, Tian Siyao suddenly appeared beside Chen Ze, holding the jade sword horizontally in her hand.

"Chen Ze, do you need my help?"

Chen Ze glanced at her and smiled slightly: "Siyao, leave this to me. You go and deal with the other demons."

Tian Siyao nodded, and began to wield her jade sword, each strike carrying a shimmering sword aura as she swept towards the surrounding demons.

Her eyes were firm, and her movements were decisive, as if she were driven by an innate courage and conviction.

Chen Ze, meanwhile, focused on exchanging blows with Wu Sang Daoist. The clash between Qingfeng Sword and the opponent's magic caused waves of heat and light.

His inner monologue was like a sharp knife, cutting through his fear and unease, making him realize more clearly that only by defeating the enemy before him could he protect everything he cherished.

The two fought with increasing ferocity, unleashing a barrage of spells and martial arts techniques, turning the entire battlefield into a vortex that sucked everyone in.

The Five-Colored Tower still floated in the air, its light like an inextinguishable lamp, constantly reminding everyone that on this battlefield, there was a force silently supporting Chen Ze and Tian Siyao.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, everyone focused on this extremely fierce battle, anticipating the final outcome, but the outcome seemed to never come, like an endless dark tunnel.

Master Wu Sang gripped his magical artifact tightly—a Fenggang sword, forged over a thousand years.

The sword gleamed with an eerie light, causing the surrounding demons and monsters to retreat as if electrocuted.

But he also understood that even with his immense power, he could not escape from the numerous demons and monsters for the time being.

When Chen Ze saw that Wu Sang Daoist was trapped, his heart tightened, but he quickly calmed down.

He whispered to Tian Siyao, "We must act quickly." After saying that, he used the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand to scan the surroundings and confirm the direction.

Tian Siyao took the jade sword, its blade flowing like water, becoming one with her. She nodded, and the two clasped hands tightly, their figures moving like the wind as they swiftly ran deeper into the tomb.

The air inside the tomb grew increasingly heavy, as if even time itself was freezing.

The two hadn't gone far when suddenly a strangely shaped, twisted ghost darted out, its eyes menacing.

His face was rotting, revealing a sinister smile.

Chen Ze gripped the Qingfeng Sword tightly, its tip pointing at the ghost. A faint light emanated from the sword, as if ten thousand gentle breezes were dancing on its tip.

"Watch out!" Tian Siyao suddenly shouted, and with her jade sword, she drew a sword light, cutting another ghost that suddenly appeared in two.

The ghost's screams echoed in the tomb, instilling a chilling fear in the listener.

But both of them were experienced tomb raiders who had overcome countless hardships, and their fear was quickly suppressed.

"There are too many ghosts here, we need to find the exit quickly." Chen Ze's voice was calm, but there was a hint of tension in his tone.

Tian Siyao understood that time was of the essence, so she nodded gently, "I understand, let's go."

The two continued through the dark tomb, occasionally hearing more ghostly howls and shrill laughter behind them.

But none of them looked back, because they knew that once they stopped, they might never get out of there again.

Wu Sang Daoist was right behind them. The roars in his ears grew farther and farther away, but his heart grew heavier and heavier.

Chen Ze knew that even if he could temporarily subdue these demons and monsters, the road ahead was long and anything could happen.

Such an environment and atmosphere not only tested their courage, but also their inner fear and determination.

Faced with the unknown and the terrifying, they must be more vigilant, because more unknown crises may arise at any time.

Chen Ze and Tian Siyao slammed the tomb door shut and twisted the ancient stone lock to ensure it was unbreakable.

The two then leaned against the cold stone wall, temporarily relieved.

The interior of the tomb was like an abandoned kingdom, dark and damp, with the air seemingly frozen in an atmosphere of decay and decay.

Tian Siyao gently took out the jade sword and, using the faint glow emanating from the blade, glimpsed many strange markings on the wall.

These markings are like unsolved puzzles, intricate and daunting.

“What do you think these markings are?” she asked.

Chen Ze gripped the Yin-Yang Mirror tightly, using it to identify any unexplained supernatural phenomena in the surroundings.

“I can’t tell, but it’s definitely not simple. We’d better be careful,” he replied, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Tian Siyao turned her gaze to the ground, where some strange items were scattered: a broken pottery jar, rusty copper coins, and a string of seemingly ordinary wooden prayer beads that radiated strange energy.

“These things feel like remnants of some kind of ritual,” she said softly, gently waving her jade sword as if testing whether the items were dangerous.

Chen Ze nodded seriously, "Yes, places like this are always full of unknowns, and the unknown is often the most terrifying thing."

As he spoke, he unconsciously touched the copper coins in his pocket, as if seeking some psychological comfort.

Just then, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared in their sight, blurry but enough to send chills down their spines.

It was a ghost, its face twisted as if it had endured endless torment, exuding indescribable terror. (End of Chapter)