The Primordial Law

Chapter 663 The Tomb of the Ancient Emperor
Li Weiyi returned to the Longshan mountain range and looked out over the end of the mountains, where the battle was nearing its end.

With the High Priest of the Ink Sea personally rushing there, no matter how powerful Yi Bu Po's life-saving methods are, she won't be able to survive. Li Weiyi has personally experienced the power of a seventh-realm expert; the difference in cultivation is too great, and even those wielding talismans crafted by the Transcendent One cannot escape.

The forest was still burning, billowing thick smoke.

Li Songgu picked up Li Songlin and placed him on a moss-covered stone tablet that had fallen to the ground. Beside the tablet, a white cloth banner fluttered like a dragon's whiskers, supporting a circular array of clouds that isolated the area from the outside world.

Two Phoenixes, Three Phoenixes, Four Phoenixes, and Seven Phoenixes are searching through the bags of Eruo Tuo and the two Ghost Lords, looking for millennium-old elixirs and magical artifacts.

With lightning speed, Sanfeng swallowed Eruo Tuo's tower-shaped black iron mace magic weapon and began refining it with the Golden Crow Flame. Inside her stomach, the black iron mace whirred and hummed as it rotated.

Li Weiyi flew down to the outside of the Yin Banner formation and glanced at the four of them.

The protective veil of light opened, and I strode inside.

"Fourth Uncle, it's me, Weiyi, I'm back!"

"Old Li, how are you?"

……

Li Songgu stared at Li Songlin, who was lying on the stone tablet with a pale face, and then looked into the endless darkness deep in the Longshan Mountains: "That old hag's mental power is terrifying. She has set up a death spirit fire in the fourth brother's body. With the array separating them, it should be able to block it."

"Don't worry, the High Priest has arrived and can suppress her on a telekinetic level."

Li Weiyi saw Li Songlin's right hand, severed at the wrist, his sleeves and robes stained with blood, and whispered, "It was I who brought this trouble to Lizhou."

He took out a life-saving herb from his bag.

Use the spiritual flame to refine it into a medicinal liquid.

The aroma of the medicine was rich, the droplets were shimmering and green, and wisps of life essence emanated from them.

Li Songgu glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense! The struggle against the Taiyin Sect belongs to all living beings and the human race. The more we regard them as a scourge, the more ferocious they become. They want everyone to fear them and not dare to provoke them. To deal with such evil people, we must be even more ruthless than them. A good punch will prevent a hundred punches from coming."

“You have done very well. The old man and the Jiuli Clan are proud of you. You have no idea how many martial artists from other realms have come to Lizhou to study and visit in the past two years. This is only because you defeated Sheng Wulian, which has made our reputation so great that Jiuli Clan martial artists can hold their heads high and make friends with countless clans and sects.”

After swallowing the life-saving medicine, Li Songlin quickly regained his strength, his face flushed, and his eyelids opened.

Such a life-giving herb is considered a treasure even by martial artists at the Longevity Realm, and its value is extremely high. When given to a martial artist at the Dao Seed Realm, its effects are naturally immediate.

Li Songlin's gaze fell on Li Weiyi's face. Li Weiyi looked up at the sky, genuinely happy, and smiled weakly, "I don't know what you're talking about, but I do know that Weiyi, a martial arts prodigy like you should never be timid and hesitant. You should forge ahead bravely. That's what your fourth uncle wants to see most."

Li Songgu took out Li Songlin's severed hand.

Li Weiyi knew very well that Lao Li and Fourth Uncle didn't want him to feel guilty, so he took over the severed hand. He first released his magical energy to explore the subtle meridians in his wrist and the severed hand, and then, while the life-saving medicine was still working, he reattached it.

Generally speaking, one must reach the Great Longevity Realm to help martial arts practitioners reattach severed limbs.

Li Weiyi was naturally not among the ordinary.

After reconnecting the arms and immobilizing Li Songlin's entire hand, Li Weiyi said, "The leader has returned. The Taiyin Sect is not afraid of death; they can send more experts over. My grudges with them have now been compounded."

Upon hearing the news of "the champion's return," Li Songgu and Li Songlin were overjoyed and their spirits soared, as if they finally had a powerful backer.

In recent years, the Jiuli tribe has seemed to be enjoying immense prestige, but they are well aware of their true situation. Their ancestor remains hidden, and their leader has vanished without a trace.

Now that the champion has returned, a new atmosphere is sure to follow.

"Swish! Swish..."

The sound of wind breaking rang out one after another as the Longevity Realm experts of the Jiuli Clan returned one after another.

A hundred-meter-long Vermilion Bird of Light hovers atop the mountain, a magical technique for rapid travel.

In high spirits, the old man strode over and laughed heartily, “That old hag from the Taiyin Sect is truly formidable. Even with the three of us working together, we almost managed to let her escape into the Netherworld of the Dead.”

"With the High Priest personally taking action, it would be strange if she could escape. Lizhou is not a place they can come and go as they please," the Shanli chieftain sneered.

"Were they killed?" Li Songgu asked nervously.

"He has been executed."

The voice of the High Priest of the Ink Sea rang out from the back of the Vermilion Bird of Light.

"Great!"

Li Songgu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the caster was dead, it would be easy to refine the death spirit fire.

High Priest Mo Hai led Li Songlin ahead to the Jiuli Temple.

The Shanli chieftain, Shang Nantang, and Zhuo Lao rushed back to Jiuli City to prevent further attacks.

After collecting the four Phoenix-Winged Moth Kings and the corpse of Eruo Tuo, Li Weiyi appeared with Li Songgu at the foot of the mountain where the previous battle had taken place, gazing at the hundred-zhang-long stone wall that had collapsed during the battle.

The stone wall was enormous, covered with ancient inscriptions, and shimmering with light. "Old Li, what exactly is this place? It's just a stone wall, yet it gives off such a magnificent aura," Li Weiyi asked.

Li Songgu had already removed his mask, staring at the text, stroking his beard: "Before this, I only knew that this place was likely the tomb of an ancient emperor, with a mysterious and complex formation in the mountains, quite dangerous, and one of the important forbidden zones in the Mangshan Mountains."

"Looking at the sacrificial text on the collapsed stone wall, I am certain that it is the tomb of an ancient emperor. But why does it emit a light? Logically speaking, after countless years, the spiritual energy of the formation should have been exhausted, leaving only the formation text and its power greatly reduced."

He was extremely knowledgeable about classical Chinese and could understand the contents of sacrificial texts.

"Is there a blood crystal vein underground? Or is there a Heavenly Law Spring in the tomb?" Li Weiyi speculated.

"The Mangshan Mountains are indeed a major source of blood crystals, but I've never seen such a dazzling array of light before."

Seeing Li Weiyi's eager look, Li Songgu quickly said, "Digging up such an ancient emperor's tomb is extremely dangerous. No one knows what's inside. It's better to fish for coffins in the Blood Sea. Some of the otherworldly coffins in the Blood Sea Coffin Dock contain treasures no less valuable than those in an emperor's coffin."

Li Weiyi agreed, after all, treasures of the level of immortal magic stars could be found in the otherworldly coffin.

Suppressing his curiosity, he said instead, "I've met Master Yao!"

Li Songgu's face lit up with joy, and he asked excitedly, "She's back? When did she get back?"

Li Weiyi smiled, glanced at the deep, dark forest in the distance, and then looked at Li Songgu: "Master Yao has confessed everything, and even implicated you. Now, how should we end this?"

Li Songgu slowly wiped away his smile, his expression remaining unchanged, and said solemnly, "I suddenly realized something: the Taiyin Sect is after me. Who knows what calamities will follow? What should we do?"

Li Weiyi didn't harbor much resentment to begin with, and upon hearing this, he could only mutter "cunning old fox" under his breath, having nothing more to say.

Wearing a veil as white as water, Yao Qingxuan emerged from the forest, bathed in moonlight, her feet casting shadows of branches. Her gaze fell upon Li Weiyi, her heart still pounding, not yet fully calm: "When do we depart?"

"Set off for what? Where to?" Li Songgu asked blankly.

Li Weiyi knew, of course, that Yao Qingxuan had been provoked and had made the decision to rush to the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins. She was always proud, and her cultivation speed was among the best in the Lingxiao Realm; she wouldn't accept such a setback.

Deliberately ignoring Li Songgu's curiosity and eagerness, Li Weiyi said, "Let's go to the Jiuli Temple first and discuss the quotas properly. Since we're making a special trip, we should naturally bring more people."

"What quota? I am not air, but the hidden ruler of this generation," Li Songgu said.

Yao Qingxuan nodded slightly, seemingly not taking the words "Hidden Ruler" to heart, but was already thinking about the items and resources he needed to bring.

Li Weiyi released the Great Phoenix, which summoned a swarm of insects to clean up the traces of the battle, not wanting to reveal the secret of his greatly improved cultivation for the time being.

After the three people left.

A group of people from a certain immortal dynasty in the Central Plains stepped onto the misty cloud bridge and arrived at the foot of the hundred-zhang stone wall.

Some people looked at the stone wall and stepped forward to study the formation and ancient text.

Someone was watching the direction the three of them left in.

"What an amazing young man! He has actually mastered the fifth level of Emperor Technique. His lightning magic is already quite advanced," a middle-aged man in silver armor exclaimed in admiration.

A young martial artist in a Taoist robe with a wooden sword on his back said, "It's not easy to cultivate the fifth level of an Emperor Technique. But what's even more remarkable is that he has no weaknesses."

“Cultivators in the world either focus on martial arts, refine their mental power, are good at escape techniques, have strong defenses, or temper their bodies a hundred times… In short, they all first cultivate one direction to the top, and then use the other directions as secondary.”

"But he seems to be strong in every aspect. Facing such an invincible person, it is difficult for martial artists of the same level to escape alive. If they are defeated, they will die."

Prince Jingxuan nodded slightly: "To advance in all aspects simultaneously, the speed of cultivation will inevitably be greatly affected. Without a hundred years of arduous cultivation, no matter how high one's talent, it is impossible."

"He must be a prodigy at the Life Realm level who has cultivated for at least two cycles of sixty years," someone said, affirming Li Weiyi's exceptional talent.

"It's the tomb of an ancient emperor! Moreover, the formation has come to life. This tomb is rooted in the immortal dragon vein of Yingzhou like a nail. As the dragon vein revives, it absorbs the magical energy of heaven and earth, and the formation operates automatically."

The old man holding the precious pearl spoke.

His mental power was extremely high; he could see through the mysteries of the ancient emperor's tomb at a glance and understand the underground situation.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the stone wall.

The reason they came from the Central Plains to the far south of Yingzhou was because they heard that the immortal dragon veins had been revived, and they came to investigate the situation.

The reason for coming to Lizhou was both to pay homage to the ancestors and to follow the imperial order to check whether the Mangshan mountain range had also begun to recover.

The old emperor of the Immortal Dynasty never forgot the Mangshan Mountain Range and the Blood Sea Coffin Dock. He repeatedly mentioned the fate he had with the Immortal Dynasty and instructed them to keep a low profile and not to bring disaster upon the Immortal Dynasty.

The young Taoist carrying the wooden sword said, "I've inquired about it. A few years ago, a major event did indeed occur in the Mangshan Mountains. Near the Blood Sea Coffin Dock, the sky was filled with celestial clouds, opening up a celestial realm that lasted for a long time. It was called Burial Immortal Town. Subsequently, the inner lake called East Sea saw the revival of the celestial dragon vein."

The old man holding the precious pearl said, "The East Sea, Huangjiang River, and the Longshan Mountain Range are all connected by the earth's veins, originating from the Blood Sea Coffin Dock, a vortex of dragons absorbing energy from all realms. Since this ancient emperor's tomb can already absorb the magical energy from the earth's veins, the revival of the Longshan Mountain Range is only a matter of a few years!"

"Find a few members of the Jiuli tribe and have them take us to the Blood Sea Coffin Dock. Be sure to treat them with respect. A race that can sign a bloodline contract with the Lost Spirit Mist Domain and the Blood Sea Coffin Dock is definitely not simple. It may be the place that the Emperor said should not be provoked."

Only the people of the Jiuli tribe can traverse the Lost Spirit Mist Domain and the Blood Sea to retrieve coffins; this is the blood pact of their race. It's as if their ancestors have secured a legacy of wealth and honor for their descendants to be passed down through generations.

(End of this chapter)