Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 71 What kind of imperial mausoleum is this? It’s clearly a treasure house!
The surroundings were utterly dead, and any signs of life had long been destroyed by the thick deathly aura emitted by this hellish furnace.

Countless undead hands stretched out to the sky, as if trying to escape the shackles of the evil abyss, but they were imprisoned here forever, eager to turn the next living being into one of them.

A gray-black gloomy wind swept through the surrounding area, and the gloomy wind, which was no less powerful than that of mid-level wind magic, roared without stopping for a moment.

Lin Ling took out the bottle of Kunjing water and sprinkled some of the clear yet somewhat turbid Kunjing water. A layer of milky white protective shield appeared around him, blocking the erosion of the cold wind.

He drank the remaining Kunjing water in the bottle, spread his arms, and jumped towards hell like an assassin.

The picture of hell continued to enlarge in his eyes until the whole world was enveloped by the furnace of ten thousand corpses, and a feeling of weightlessness surged into his heart.

As I continued to fall, it seemed like there was no end to the underground tunnel, and I could not see its bottom. Gradually, I could hear the painful roars and screams of countless dead souls before they died.

Countless painful memories before death flooded into his mind, and countless painful ways of dying flashed back in his eyes one by one.

Not long after, he felt something solid under his feet. Lin Ling came to his senses and found that he had passed through the Ten Thousand Souls Corpse Road and arrived at the interior of the Evil Abyss.

"My head is buzzing. If I were someone with less willpower, I would really get lost in the roar of the dead souls." He patted his ears, as if trying to beat out the remaining noise from his right ear.

"Is this the interior of the Shayuan? Seeing it with my own eyes is far more shocking than words can express."

The dead gray earth was without a trace of life, the gloomy sky covered the zenith, and at the desolate end, a bone-white imperial tomb stood above death.

Every step taken on the gray earth brought with it a sound like bones breaking, as if it were made up of countless corpses.

He was above everyone else during his lifetime, and above everyone else's corpses after his death.

The first emperor in a thousand years truly deserves this treatment.

Corpse rain would occasionally fall from the wriggling grey sky, bringing pure music of death to this dead world.

Soon, a staircase made of piles of white bones leading to the Bone White Emperor's Mausoleum appeared in front of Lin Ling.

What I could see was not even a corner of the imperial mausoleum.

When he set foot on it, it was as if he had traveled back to that unified world and taken the last step to meet the emperor of the world.

The stairway of thousands of bones ascending the mausoleum is like a wrinkled white paper that abruptly falls on the gray ground. At regular intervals, there are stone statues with hateful faces standing on both sides of the stairs, as if guarding the majesty of the emperor and suppressing all the villains.

Although the stairs are long, they also have an end.

At the end of the stairs is a smooth platform with several white ancient tripods on both sides, and an ancient bronze mirror hangs on the closed gate of the imperial mausoleum in front.

"This place, if you don't bring someone from the Dangerous Village with you, you really can't get in. What a shame, my "Infinite Blade Works" is also a master key."

Lin Ling raised his hand and placed it on the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror. The blue magic circuit invaded it and scanned the structure inside. After a while, an identical Evil Eye Bronze Mirror appeared in his hand.

The two bronze mirrors reflected each other, and the bronze mirror hanging on the door blinked like an eyeball, but then blinked again.

It was like looking in a mirror, feeling like something was wrong, but that was the rule. The long-sealed imperial tomb opened with a loud bang.

For a moment, the wind from the tomb, filled with the breath of time, blew in the face, and the dark and mysterious crack in the door widened, revealing the true appearance of the First Emperor's tomb.

At this time, the stone statues guarding the stairs of the Wangu Mausoleum began to move, and the dust that had accumulated for a long time fell down, and the stone statues came to life one by one!
"The aura of a great general, is that all of it?"

Lin Ling did not rush into the imperial mausoleum. Instead, he turned around and went to the top of the stairs. Looking at the red-eyed stone figurines below, who were moving stiffly and holding swords, spears, halberds and various other weapons, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise with excitement.

"One, two. A total of 1, all here. The ancestors must leave something for future generations. If you don't say anything, I will take it as your agreement. I won't be polite with these stone statues!" Lin Ling rubbed his hands.

The stone statue walking in front suddenly stopped. For some reason, the intruder in front of them gave them a strange feeling. It didn't seem like they were afraid, but rather that they were staring at them.

The naked greed in their eyes made the army of stone statues take a step back, holding their weapons tightly in both hands.

"I am coming!"

Tap tap tap～～～～!

Looking at Lin Ling, whose eyes seemed to be glowing red, the stone statues followed their instinct for survival and ran down the stairs.

Just like that, on this desolate and silent land, an absurd scene appeared where humans were chasing 128 stone statues of great war generals.

For a moment, there was fire and thunder, it was very lively.

"All 128 of them exploded with spirit essence? As expected of the ancestor! He's so generous!"

Tossing the undead vessels, Lin Ling counted his recent gains, his eyebrows almost curved into the symbol of money.

Who would have thought that the 128 human-shaped banknotes guarding outside the imperial mausoleum would all burst out with complete general-level spirits.

Each of the great general-level spirits is worth over 128 million, so of them means billions of income!
Oh ho ho ho!

This isn't an imperial mausoleum! It's a bank!

If he could sit by the fire again, he would have wanted to stay here all day.

"That's enough. I'll just walk around first and then go in to see if there are any good things inside!"

After walking around the outer perimeter of the imperial mausoleum, Lin Ling pried off almost all the high-level undead crystals embedded on the outer walls of the imperial mausoleum and put them into his pocket. Touching the bulging harvest, he entered the imperial mausoleum in a happy mood.

The interior of the imperial mausoleum is much more spacious than it appears from the outside, and it is obvious that there are also space and chaos techniques inside.

Inside the dim mausoleum, there are only huge fist-sized luminous pearls embedded around to provide lighting.

"Wow! What a huge night-shining pearl! Does it really exist in reality?"

Lin Ling ran to a night pearl, excitedly took it off, and put it into the storage space.

The night-shining pearls in the magical world are not minerals, but crystals produced from the body of a long-extinct sea monster.

The night pearls circulating on the market are about the size of a finger, and each one of them sells for nearly five million. After all, they are rare items that can improve the efficiency of cultivation, and they will be used up if they are not used up.

But in the imperial mausoleum, he could see no less than thirty of them in his field of vision, all of them the size of a fist!
"I'm rich! I'm rich! This time when I get out, I'm going to turn my life around and become the financial sponsor of the hunting lodge! Hahahaha!"

On the other side, deep in the imperial mausoleum, a slightly illusory figure was gritting his teeth, looking at the scene of Lin Ling looting the night pearl reflected in the crystal bead.

Is this a person?

Not only was Sha Yuan not afraid at all when he came in, he also set his eyes on the treasures in the imperial tomb.

What's this for? A museum?

　I realized that what I wrote before was watery and dull, mainly because I was too busy and the plot didn't flow smoothly. I will try my best not to end up with that mess later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)