Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 124 Divine Tomb and Funerary Artifacts

The Divine Sun Immortal Lord is like a sun, hanging across the sky.

Lightning crackled around the Thunder Immortal Lord's body, as if he were the master of endless thunder.

Their aura was extremely terrifying, causing the void to tremble and creating massive, pitch-black cracks.

Although Lin Xiyue's voice was very soft, it was like a heavenly melody, revealing a sense of ruthlessness and indifference, devoid of any emotion, suppressing Shenyang Immortal Lord's roar and the thunderous roar that filled the sky.

"burial objects?"

Upon hearing those two words, Li Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

Li Yueyao and Xueyue Saintess, who were standing to the side, were also stunned.

The powerful divine sun immortal and thunder immortal, whose true forms exuded immense might, were merely a necromancer?
This information was so unbelievable that they were momentarily stunned.

"I see!"

After a moment, Li Qiye finally realized what was happening and had a sudden realization.

No wonder a dignified Immortal Lord of the Divine Lord Realm did not display terrifying strength, only impressive power. Why does he give people the feeling of a paper tiger?
It turns out they were just buried alive with the deceased.

Then what is this world?

Since the true forms of both Divine Sun Immortal Lord and Thunder Immortal Lord were used for burial, why did this small world appear?
Tomb of God!

Perhaps this place is a tomb of the gods!
Who exactly was the person buried?
Furthermore, if these two Immortal Lords at the Divine Lord Realm are Netherworld Artifacts, then what about the other living beings?
Li Qiye subconsciously looked at Jian Wuhen's jade-like skeleton.

Is it also a funerary object?
"Perhaps in a sense, they can't even be called the dead, but rather the funerary objects that have developed a spirit, a trace of self-awareness, and forgotten their own identity, believing themselves to be true living beings!"

Thinking of this, Li Qiye suddenly had a thought.

Thinking about it this way, it must have been absolutely cruel for them.

Having lived for countless years, like a real living being, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and grudges, only to finally realize that he was merely a funerary object, a fact that no one could accept.

"Brother Jian, it seems that your departure earlier wasn't such a bad thing after all."

Li Qiye sighed.

Given Jian Wuhen's carefree personality, even if he knew, he would probably just laugh it off and let it go.

"What about her?"

A flash of light appeared in Li Qiye's hand, revealing the phoenix wing. It still shone with a dreamlike light, as if it had not been affected by time and space, and still emitted a faint fragrance.

Is the Phoenix Robe also a funerary object?
"This……"

Upon seeing what Li Qiye held, the Snow Moon Saintess was startled and exclaimed in surprise:
"Phoenix feathers?!"

The Snow Moon Holy Land has existed for an extremely long time. It is said that it was originally a reconstruction of the ruins of an ancient immortal sect and once obtained ancient divine artifacts unknown to the world.

Among them was a phoenix feather, but it had long since lost its spiritual essence and was merely a shell.

At this moment, Li Qiye held a phoenix feather full of spirituality in his hand, as if it had just been plucked from the phoenix beast.

"This tenth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty is incredibly lucky; he even managed to obtain such a legendary divine object!"

The Snow Moon Saintess's eyes shone with wonder; both the phoenix feather and his experiences were nothing short of miraculous.

Most people might not even encounter one, but he encountered them all.

Judging from his luck, it doesn't seem to be that extraordinary. If it were someone else, encountering such a thing under such ordinary luck, they would probably have died long ago.

Li Qiye not only survived well, but also reaped great rewards, which was quite astonishing.

At that moment, Immortal Lord Shenyang and Immortal Lord Leiting also realized what was happening. "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Shenyang Immortal Lord roared, "I am Shenyang Immortal Lord, born in ancient times, and have cultivated for countless years to achieve the Great Dao. How could I be bewitched by you?"

"Not bad!"

Thunder Immortal Lord also said emotionally, "Lin Xiyue, our Dao hearts are extremely firm and indestructible. We survive in the world with our remnants of our will. How could our Dao hearts be shaken by a few words from you? Don't waste your time here."

They were incredibly agitated and couldn't accept this fact.

If I accept it, wouldn't that be denying my own existence?

"Is it not?"

Lin Xiyue remained calm and said indifferently, "Have you ever thought about why the other immortal lords don't have lingering resentments, but the two of you have lingering affections that have persisted to this day?"

"why is that?"

Shenyang Immortal Lord asked subconsciously.

"The reason is very simple."

Xiyue Immortal raised her head and looked at Shenyang Immortal Lord, who was like a sun, and said sarcastically, "Because among the artifacts of these Divine Lords, only you and Thunder Immortal Lord are very special. In the process of becoming artifacts, you each had a drop of essence blood injected into you."

Just then, a golden figure sped through the sky. Immortal Xiyue casually raised her white hand and gently clapped it. The golden figure came to an abrupt halt in mid-air and then slowly fell.

Under the gazes of many, the enormous body shrank at a visible speed, finally floating into the palm of the Moon-Cherishing Immortal.

Li Qiye's gaze fell on Xiyue Immortal's hand, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

It was a tiny, exquisite golden-winged roc, as if it were folded from gold paper.

However, it looks extremely exquisite, with each feather being incredibly delicate and the stripes clearly defined.

If it weren't for the lifeless look in its eyes, one would really think it was a young golden-winged roc.

"Jin Peng Wan'er?"

Li Qiye frowned slightly. Judging from its appearance alone, this funerary artifact was perfect and must have been meticulously crafted.

It was completely different from the funerary artifacts that Li Qiye knew.

In her memory, all the funerary objects she had ever seen exuded a sinister aura and could be identified at a glance.

But the golden-winged roc that we see now carries an aura of holiness.

Just then, Immortal Xiyue calmly spoke up: "Anything that has to endure the erosion of countless years will inevitably incorporate external elements during its creation process. It could be a drop of blood, a hair, or a wisp of a remnant soul..."

As she spoke, a wisp of dark light appeared in her hand and then disappeared into the body of the Golden-Winged Roc.

Immediately, the Golden-Winged Roc seemed to come alive, its eyes flashing with golden light.

It looked around, then suddenly its gaze fixed on Li Qiye. With a sudden flap of its wings, it appeared in front of Li Qiye, staring straight at him.

Li Qiye was taken aback, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "Jin Peng Wan'er?"

But the Golden-Winged Roc did not react at all, still staring intently at him without moving an inch.

"It has lost its soul."

Li Yueyao, standing beside her, had a red glint in her eyes as she looked at the golden-winged roc and said with a hint of loss, "What sustains her must be an obsession..."

"Brother Qiye, have you ever had any dealings with her?"

(End of this chapter)