Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

No! That's not right!

The Bronze Palace was something that entered his consciousness and brought him to this world after his plane crashed into the deep sea in his previous life.

If the bronze palace belonged to a demon god, why did it not contain any demonic energy and could even help him cultivate and purify his demonic power?

He looked down at the nameless sword in his hand. This sword was clearly related to the ancient god, and logically it should be an irreconcilable enemy of the demon god.

It is clear that it resonated with the Bronze Palace before, and the two did not repel each other. Doesn't this just prove that the Bronze Palace is definitely not some kind of monster?

His mind was in turmoil; what untold secrets were hidden within?

Is the mural record inaccurate? Or is our interpretation flawed? Or perhaps there's a truth behind that lost ancient history that's far beyond our imagination?

"Captain, what's wrong?" Chu Yunhe, who was standing next to him, noticed Li Yuan's unusual behavior and asked with concern.

"It's nothing..." Li Yuan smiled at him, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. Now was not the time to investigate further. As the captain, he should not add to the panic of his team members.

He pointed deeper into the underground palace, "Keep looking, there might be more clues later."

Unfortunately, the further along you go, the more severe the damage to the murals becomes, making them almost unrecognizable.

The five of them looked through the murals in the entire underground palace. Apart from the battle between gods and demons, the murals depicted scenes of sacrifices. There were no other clues. The main hall of the underground palace was empty, with nothing else besides the murals.

"It seems there aren't any treasures here," Yu Ling'er said with some disappointment.

"Not necessarily." Ji Fanghua suddenly spoke, looking towards the deepest part of the underground palace, where there was a passage and stairs below.

"I feel like there's something there, but..." She frowned in confusion, seemingly unsure how to describe it.

Li Yuan also sensed it; deep within the underground palace, there was a fluctuation that made his heart tremble, as if something was sleeping.

Is it a stroke of luck or a trap?

After hesitating for a moment, Li Yuan made a decision: "Let's go take a look. Everyone must be careful and on guard."

The five men gripped their weapons tightly, held their breath, and slowly descended the broken stairs. At the end of the stairs was a half-open door, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Pushing open the stone door, one enters a small stone chamber. In the center of the chamber is a dried-up pool with a complex sealing array carved at its bottom.

At the very center of the formation, a figure lay quietly curled up.

It was a snake, not very large, about the thickness of an arm and about ten feet long, its body covered with dull, dark gold scales. It was coiled in the center of the sealing formation, motionless, without any life force or demonic power.

"Is he dead?" Yu Ling'er leaned closer to take a closer look.

After all, countless millennia have passed, and even the most powerful creatures cannot withstand the ravages of time; it is impossible for them to have survived until now.

"Watch out!" Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt an unprecedentedly strong sense of alarm. He immediately shouted loudly and retreated rapidly.

However, it was too late!

Just as Yu Ling'er approached the edge of the pool, her shadow fell upon the sealing formation.

At the bottom of the dried-up pool, the long-dimmed sealing formation flickered a few times.

"hiss--!"

A soft hiss echoed from the stone chamber, and the dead snake at the bottom of the pool suddenly opened its eyes.

There were no pupils inside, only a cold, dark gold color. An indescribable aura of violence, carrying the terrifying demonic power of the primordial era, suddenly erupted and instantly filled the entire stone chamber.

Click!

Fine cracks appeared on the walls of the stone chamber. The five people were struck in the chest as if by an invisible giant hammer. They groaned in unison, spitting out blood. They were forced to kneel on the ground by the terrifying demonic power. The flow of magic power in their bodies instantly stagnated, and even their souls trembled.

Demon Lord!

This is at least at the level of a Demon Lord, equivalent to the Transformation Realm in the human race, practically a king-like existence.

The Serpent Lord's body began to swell, growing to over ten zhang in just a few breaths, almost filling the entire stone chamber.

It slowly raised its massive head, its cold, vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, indifferently sweeping over the five humans in the stone chamber. It seemed to have just been awakened from a long slumber, its consciousness still somewhat hazy, but that violent aura had instantly plunged Li Yuan and the others into utter despair.

I can't move!

I can't even move a single finger!

Faced with absolute level suppression, all talents, strategies, and teamwork seem so pale and laughable.

Li Yuan felt a chill in his heart. He had relied too much on his predictive talent, to the point of losing his sense of proportion.

Yu Ling'er and the others were also filled with despair. How could this be? The Little Mystic Realm had been discovered more than a hundred years ago. Before this competition, the academy had conducted a special cleanup to ensure that there were no monsters in it that were beyond their level.

But now, this demon lord has suddenly appeared, cutting off all their paths to survival.

Did he just die like that?

I'm so unwilling to accept this!

The Serpent Lord's indifferent gaze finally landed on Yu Ling'er, who was closest to it, and a hint of interest flashed in its vertical pupils.

Yu Ling'er's face was ashen, her body stiffened, and she couldn't even scream.

Am I going to die? To die so inexplicably in this unknown underground palace, at the hands of this terrifying serpent lord?

Li Yuan's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately tried to activate the bronze palace in his sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to draw upon a sliver of power. However, the bronze palace simply floated silently, its radiance flowing, without responding to his call.

The nameless sword hummed in his hand, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.

Despair instantly overwhelmed everyone.

The cold, slippery tongue of the snake gently licked Yu Ling'er's cheek, while its dark golden vertical pupils slowly approached, silently scrutinizing her, almost freezing her soul.

Under such absolute control, she couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The Serpent Lord tilted its massive head slightly, and a chilling consciousness resonated directly in the minds of the five: "Who...are you? Where did you come from?"

It didn't rush to devour the group. As if it had discovered something interesting, it kept looking them over and even relaxed its oppressive aura a little.

Li Yuan's heart pounded wildly as he frantically searched for a solution under the pressure of life and death.

At that moment, the starlight behind the bronze palace gate flickered slightly, and he was overjoyed, for there was hope.

Delay is necessary; we must find ways to buy time and look for any possible loophole!

Thinking of this, he immediately gave Yu Ling'er a wink, signaling her to deal with the snake lord. After all, among the five, Yu Ling'er was the most quick-witted and adaptable, and also good at socializing.

Upon receiving Li Yuan's signal, Yu Ling'er suppressed her fear and forced a fawning smile, her voice trembling, "Reporting to Lord Serpent Lord, we are human cultivators who have accidentally wandered here, and we have absolutely no intention of offending you!"

She spoke more and more fluently, "I only wandered into this sacred place out of curiosity, disturbing your peaceful cultivation. Please forgive me..."

As she spoke, she carefully observed the snake deity's reaction.

The Serpent Lord's vertical pupils remained unchanged. Its forked tongue swept lightly over Chu Yunhe and Shen Lian again, and its icy voice boomed once more: "Human cultivators? This is my slumbering place. How did you trespass?"

Seeing that he could communicate, Yu Ling'er's spirits lifted.