After passing through this muddy swamp lake, everything before them was an incredibly shocking sight.
Pitch-black, dark energy continuously writhed and coiled. These streams of dark, black energy were the tide of resentment accumulated over countless years after the large spiritual脉 in the Ten Thousand Mineral Mountain Range was destroyed.
All things between heaven and earth possessed sentience, and large spiritual脉 that nourished countless lives were no exception.
This large spiritual脉, through human intervention, was divided into countless formations. With feng shui formations and earth-shattering grand arrays as the central axis, all spiritual energy was gathered into the great tomb.
The resentment between heaven and earth thus condensed, formed, and spread.
Countless resentments overflowed from within, surging endlessly, a shocking sight. Faintly visible were the spirits of resentment that had already taken form.
These spirits of resentment were not singular; hundreds of them could be seen at a glance, varying in size. However, even the smallest and weakest possessed cultivation comparable to a human cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage.
The largest had reached a cultivation level comparable to the Great Perfection of the late Core Formation stage.
These spirits of resentment had existed for an unknown duration, with the potential to advance further.
If another thousand years or more passed, it was highly probable that one of these hundreds of spirits of resentment would devour all its brethren and advance to a realm comparable to the Nascent Soul stage.
Facing these spirits of resentment, whose exact abilities and depths were unknown, the hundred-tribe team of dozens of people remained utterly silent, the scene exceptionally quiet.
Apart from Yang Daomu, the expressions of the other dozens of people changed drastically upon seeing these hundreds of spirits of resentment, their faces filled with hesitation.
Wu Tao was about to speak but was stopped by Xue Shuangjiao.
She slowly shook her head, her meaning clear: she wanted Wu Tao to refrain from speaking rashly.
The tallest tree catches the wind; such thankless tasks were best left to others.
Seeing that no one spoke, Luo Yazhi looked around with disdain, pursed her lips, and then said to Yang Daomu, "Old Yang, tell us, what exactly is going on? You were the one who initiated this, weren't you?"
After a pause, Luo Yazhi spoke again, "Don't tell us you know nothing. We're not fools..."
Yang Daomu glanced at the people around him, pondered for a moment, and then said with a kindly smile, "This great tomb of a Supremacy-level Blood King, I discovered it by chance three thousand years ago while searching for a top-grade Heavenly spiritual material..."
"In the process, I also discovered these spirits of resentment."
Yang Daomu noticed that as he spoke, the auras of everyone around him had subtly connected.
Although this matter had been orchestrated by him from beginning to end, at this point, he was no longer in control.
He had gathered everyone here, they would all enter this great tomb of a Supremacy-level Blood King, their hopes rested on him, and for the moment, they were willing to obey his commands.
However, if he were to reveal now that this was a deception or a trap, dozens of beings comparable to Core Formation cultivators, in their disappointment, despair, and fury, would immediately join forces to tear him to shreds and then devour him alive.
Yang Daomu, however, paid no mind to this. He waved his hand at them, signaling them to calm down.
Then, he slowly continued, "These spirits of resentment have the ability to devour lifespan, making them extremely troublesome and bizarre. I tried to force my way in back then but failed, even losing a thousand years of my lifespan."
"The reason I'm proactively sharing this immense opportunity with you all is precisely because I need your help!"
"If I could enter this great tomb of a Supremacy-level Blood King by myself, would I need any of you?"
"Put yourselves in my shoes. If you had the ability to monopolize this opportunity, would you tell us..."
Yang Daomu's words made everyone immediately understand why this old man was being so generous and gathering everyone.
Under the guise of treasure hunting and tomb raiding, he was actually using them as a vanguard and cannon fodder.
So, he had designs on them, speaking sweetly.
However, entering the great tomb of a Supremacy-level Blood King and seeking opportunities was their shared goal. Until they saw the tomb chamber, they couldn't afford not to give their all.
After a few thoughts, the crowd exchanged a tacit glance and nodded in unison.
Seeing everyone nod, Yang Daomu stroked his beard and detailed the origin and methods of the spirits of resentment.
After Yang Daomu finished speaking, a being from the hundred-tribe crowd suddenly spoke, "Yin fan li tian na, yin huo yuan, hei qi chan shen, xun chen yu shen, shou ming xi qu, hei qi xiong, xiao mian shi, shen hun ju mie, mo deng xian."
This person was named Uncle Shu Kong. Although his cultivation was only comparable to the early Core Formation stage, he was born into a family of tomb robbers. His pair of "rat eyes" were exceptionally skilled at observing ominous signs, detecting danger, and finding hidden treasures.
Facing his sudden interjection, neither Yang Daomu nor the other hundred tribesmen had any significant objections.
Yang Daomu was not annoyed by Uncle Shu Kong's words and merely smiled, "Brother Shu also wishes to say a few words? Then please, go ahead."
After a light cough, Yang Daomu began, "Cough, cough, since Elder Yang is so gracious, I shall add a few more words."
"The reason why spirits of resentment have formed here, besides the Supremacy-level Blood King breaking the large spiritual脉 with earth-shattering means and shattering it into pieces back then, is another primary reason..."
"You see, these thousand-zhang mountains surround us on all four sides. Under the cover of the mountain bodies, dark energy continuously breeds below. At the same time, the resentment within the earth combines with it!"
"If the resentment within the earth cannot be eliminated or destroyed, then the spirits of resentment will be immortal. We won't even catch a glimpse of the great tomb before we have to flee in shame."
"Good!"
"As expected of a master from a tomb-robbing family. This explanation truly opens my mind. In that case, let's first find a way to eliminate the resentment within the earth."
Yang Daomu said with great joy.
The other hundred tribesmen around also showed joy, standing in place and contemplating strategies on how to eliminate the resentment within the earth.
However, none of them could have imagined, nor dared to imagine, why this Supremacy-level Blood King would go to such great lengths to shatter a large spiritual脉, incurring immense karma, to construct such a magnificent great tomb for himself.
Sometimes, the purpose of building a tomb is not for comfort after death, but for cultivation.
From death to life, from life to death, this is a terrifying method of cultivation, but it is also a means to break through bottlenecks.
This Supremacy-level Blood King might not be dead, but merely using this place for cultivation.
If that were the case, Yang Daomu, Wu Tao, and the others would be pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, plucking scales from a true dragon, and actively seeking death by their own accord.
To the tomb's owner, these were like stray dogs that dug holes, urinated, defecated, and barked aggressively at his doorstep, disturbing his deep slumber.
If the tomb's owner, upon waking, didn't roll up his sleeves and skin these stray dogs, then it would be truly strange.
Yang Daomu, Xin Yihong, who was skilled in formations, and others each took out some treasures from their storage bags to use as materials for setting up the array.
Runes filled the sky, trembled for a moment, and then all merged into this place. Many array flags were placed on the ground.
In a short while, a self-detonating Blazing Flame Array was set up throughout the entire area of resentful spirits.
As Yang Daomu, Wu Tao, and the others moved about ten miles away from the grand array, the surroundings of the array began to flash with dazzling light!
In an instant, the entire area of resentful spirits was illuminated with an incredibly dazzling light. After a violent explosion, an immensely powerful wave of heat swept out in all directions. Even the surrounding swamps and rocks were affected by this explosion, with nothing left untouched.
After a long time, the previously foul, disgusting, dirty, and odorous black resentful energy suddenly brightened.
The resentment nurtured within the earth was swept away at this moment.
"Everyone, we can make our move now."
Yang Daomu looked back at the crowd and said so.
"Kill!!!"
Wu Tao, Xue Shuangjiao, and the other dozens of hundred-tribe members exchanged glances and immediately nodded. The lights of their divine abilities and magical treasures flickered alternately on their bodies.
They all charged towards the hundreds of spirits of resentment that had lost their source of resentment and were like rootless trees.
The spirits of resentment, exuding an extremely inauspicious aura, instinctively attacked the dozens of sudden intruders.
Resentment filled the air, constantly burning the vitality of the crowd. The terrifying feeling of lifespan continuously draining forced them to fight without holding back, engaging in a fierce battle with these hundreds of spirits of resentment.
An hour later, the hundreds of spirits of resentment were dispersed by the crowd, reverting back into wisps of resentment.
Only seven or eight corpses, whose lifespans had been exhausted and had become mummified, remained. The survivors were not much better off, having lost anywhere from ten to several decades of their lifespan.
"Hoo!!!"
After sitting in place and recuperating for a few hours, the crowd, having recovered their vital energy, transformed into streaks of light and rushed forward.