The magnificent buildings outside the tomb, especially those that appeared to be of immense value and importance, were like man-eating beasts.
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"The Tablet of No Words is the Blood King of this Supreme Era's interpretation of his life..."
"He believed that no words in the world could demonstrate his greatness, hence this stele bears no writing."
Xue Shuangjiao, reading the mysterious runes on the opulent structures, explained to the others.
Tightening his grip on the Chuxi Sword, Wu Tao furrowed his brow and replied, "Shuang'er, for some reason, I feel an extremely repulsive power emanating from this tomb."
Xue Shuangjiao, who was struggling to decipher the mysterious runes on the numerous buildings, turned back impatiently and said to Wu Tao, "Of course. Do you think a supreme Blood King level expert is an ordinary being? The power of rules within their bodies is enough to influence and alter the entire world..."
"As a mere human cultivator standing beside it, you are bound to feel uncomfortable. Moreover, look around, is there anyone who isn't feeling uneasy..."
"If the tomb's restrictive array wasn't active, we would have been dead by now. What are you still thinking about being uncomfortable or not..."
As she spoke, Xue Shuangjiao gave Wu Tao a kick, ordering him to help move the giant stones in front of the tomb's main entrance.
"Place the red giant stone on the left, the blue one on the right, the yellow one in the middle, and the purple one in the northeast corner..."
"Wrong, wrong... You imbecile, imbecile..."
Under Xue Shuangjiao's command, Wu Tao began to move the giant stones in front of the tomb's main entrance one by one.
Just then, Xue Shuangjiao turned her head and suddenly noticed some of the Hundred Tribes people, seemingly forgetting their recent near-death experience, starting to get restless.
With the tragic fate of Huang Dabiao still fresh in their minds, the Hundred Tribes people, led by She'er Diao and Uncle Shu Kong, began to harbor other thoughts.
With a cold snort, Xue Shuangjiao issued another warning, "I am of the Blood Clan, and I know the arrangements made by my clan when burying their dead to prevent grave robbing."
"These structures, along with those mysterious runes, have a name in our Blood Clan: Blood Rune Storage Arrays."
"The power accumulated over tens of thousands of years is something even a Blood King would hesitate to easily provoke. If you are not afraid of death, feel free to try and move them..."
Upon hearing Xue Shuangjiao's words, the Hundred Tribes people, led by She'er Diao and Uncle Shu Kong, trembled and cast fearful glances at the buildings constructed with rare treasures.
One by one, they immediately became obedient, no longer touching or fumbling with anything. After all, no treasure, however precious, was more important than their own lives.
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Over here!
Yang Daomu, who could also understand these mysterious runes, broke out in a cold sweat after deciphering them all.
At this moment, his heart was filled with a mix of fear, reverence, and sudden enlightenment.
Knowing the truth, he suddenly felt an urge to flee, not daring to step into this tomb.
Having learned the entire truth, Yang Daomu couldn't help but utter the name of the supreme Blood King who was the master of this grand tomb.
"Blood King... Chunyu."
In a trance, Yang Daomu seemed to see Blood King Xue Chunyu, standing high above in the small world, raising his arms, roaring at the heavens as if questioning the very fabric of existence.
This was immediately followed by Blood King Xue Chunyu using his great divine power to shatter a massive spiritual脉 (vein) and arrange a grand geomantic formation.
He then built his grand tomb within the small world, after which he entered his coffin and lay down, quietly slumbering.
It seemed as if he were waiting for some opportunity.
However, as time slowly passed, Blood King Xue Chunyu himself seemed to encounter some issues, lying still in his coffin for a very, very long time without moving.
These scenes were all witnessed by Yang Daomu using the Three Lives Stone, a supreme treasure containing the laws of time, through a special method.
It was precisely because he learned that Blood King Xue Chunyu had encountered some problems that Yang Daomu dared to gather his courage and proceed further into the tomb.
A "creeeak" sound echoed as the tomb's heavy doors finally opened, thanks to the combined efforts of Wu Tao and Xue Shuangjiao.
The group of dozens of people walked forward.
The faint candlelight on the countless bat lamps lining the tomb passage, sensing the life force of living beings, slowly intensified.
The bean-sized flames abruptly grew to the size of washbasins.
Blood-red candlelight flickered from one lamp to another, illuminating what seemed to be an endless tomb passage.
Under the eerie light, this tomb passage felt profoundly strange and terrifying to Yang Daomu, Luo Yazhi, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people, as if it led to the underworld.
"What is this..."
Wu Tao couldn't help but lower his head and whisper-asked Xue Shuangjiao.
Xue Shuangjiao glanced at Wu Tao and replied, "These are our Blood Clan's gas bat lamps..."
"These ancient bat lamps are consecrated through a secret blood sacrifice ritual. In our Blood Clan, they also have another name: Life-Burning Lamps!"
"As long as there is lamp oil, Life-Burning Lamps are heaven-defying treasures that can alter fate, increase lifespan, and prolong life..."
"Count how many lamps there are..."
Wu Tao was startled and exclaimed, "There are so many Life-Burning Lamps here, too many to count. How much lifespan can this add to a person..."
"Could it be that the tomb's owner, the supreme Blood King, is not dead?"
Hearing this, the others were so terrified that they stumbled back several steps, nervously keeping their distance from these bat Life-Burning Lamps.
Some even shouted angrily at Wu Tao, telling him not to spout nonsense.
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"The best lamp oil for our Blood Clan's Life-Burning Lamps is refined from the fat of the Kabu clan."
"Wouldn't the most effective lamp oil for creating an eternally burning flame be refined from the corpses of the Merfolk clan?"
Yang Daomu stood before a bat Life-Burning Lamp, leaned in, and sniffed. A lingering fragrance filled the air.
Xue Shuangjiao also stepped forward and replied, "The Merfolk clan? That is truly an ancient race, one that is said to have perished millions of years ago. According to our clan's 'Blood Clan Chronicle,' Merfolk have the upper body of humans and the lower body of fish tails, and are spirits of the ocean."
"Even for a supreme Blood King, collecting a large quantity of Merfolk oil under such circumstances would be a futile fantasy, something that could never be achieved."
"Furthermore, how could lamp oil made from the corpses of the Merfolk clan be as effective as lamp oil made from the corpses of the Kabu clan?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Daomu stood in silence for a moment, then remarked with a sigh, "Indeed, it is not the person who is guilty, but the possession of treasure."
"The Kabu clan, much like my original body, the Myriad Longevity Tree, is one of the few races among the underground world's various peoples that can live for over ten thousand years."
"However, despite possessing such abundant vitality, the Kabu clan has absolutely no combat power. This is their path to destruction."
"In the past, when the Kabu clan still existed, the major powerful races would often kill members of the Kabu clan and refine longevity elixirs from their corpses."
"After all, the vast life force within the Kabu clan's bodies made for the best ingredients."
"Lamp oil made from the corpses of the Kabu clan is indeed far more effective in burning and generating life force than lamp oil made from the corpses of the Merfolk clan."
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Wu Tao was initially stunned, then sighed, "The Kabu clan must have been exterminated because of this. How truly tragic!"
At this moment, Uncle Shu Kong, driven by his greed, along with Yang Daomu and Xue Shuangjiao, also considered the possibility and his expression suddenly changed. He exclaimed, "Not good, damn it!"
She'er Diao, startled by his outburst, quickly pressed, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"
Looking at the countless bat Life-Burning Lamps lining the long tomb passage, like stars in the sky or the vastness of the ocean, he asked with a dry throat, "Since the corpses of the Kabu clan can be used to refine longevity elixirs..."
"Do you mean to say that this supreme Blood King, who stands at the pinnacle of the underground world, is unaware of this fact?"
She'er Diao, who had not yet considered that this supreme Blood King might not be dead, frowned and replied, "That's impossible. You all know this. How could a supreme Blood King not know..."
"Then why did he use a large number of Kabu clan corpses to create Life-Burning Lamps instead of refining longevity elixirs for himself to live for a hundred thousand, a million years?"
"Even with long-term consumption of longevity elixirs, there would be resistance. With so many Kabu clan corpses, enough elixirs could be developed for hundreds or thousands of doses."
"And if these hundreds or thousands of longevity elixirs were all consumed by one person, it could increase their lifespan by at least ten thousand years."
Swallowing hard, Uncle Shu Kong wore a mournful expression, extremely uneasy as he said, "These numerous Life-Burning Lamps here, if they were merely for illumination, would you believe it?"
She'er Diao and the others around them listened, and suddenly froze. They suddenly realized something was amiss. The joyful expressions on their faces turned grim.
The faces of the others had long since turned ugly, each realizing that something was not right.
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