The five divine swords, combined with the Star Dragon Yao Hua Halberd Art, fused into a boxing sword, instantly slaying a swath of enemies without any hesitation, finishing them off with a single strike.
After clearing away a swarm of flies, Ming Zhitian began to meticulously select corpses from the tomb.
Beside him, Yin Qianzhen, though filled with indignation, dared not speak. She thought, "This fellow really… why is he ignoring me again? Can't he see I'm a girl, suffering in this dirty, smelly place? He doesn't even bother to ask if I'm alright. How truly infuriating."
Facing Yin Qianzhen, Ming Zhitian merely glanced at her casually, ensuring her safety. After all, Yin Qianzhen was from the Yin family, and Ming Zhitian felt obligated to protect her.
On the surface, Ming Zhitian saw Yin Qianzhen remaining silent, but unbeknownst to him, her inner world was a tempest of thoughts, growing increasingly bored and restless.
For two consecutive days, Ming Zhitian scoured the tomb grounds, collecting corpses to craft puppets. Yin Qianzhen had already returned.
He then chose a relatively safe and quiet encampment of the Mingtian Cult to begin refining mechanical puppet people.
He had previously obtained the storage bag of the divine power user Mo Li Shenzun, so materials and storage space were abundant. He lacked nothing, except for corpses of cultivators with powerful cultivation bases.
Repeating the process, step by step, he established soul links, connected them one by one, and then copied them over from the brain…
Thousands of puppets were completed!
If each of them were equipped with a formidable magical artifact, they would indeed be an army. However, for the current stage, the primary focus was cultivation, so he stored them one by one into his storage bag.
Ming Zhitian finally descended to the deepest part of the tomb. Before him stood a stone door, immensely tall and thick, yet entirely free of dust.
Ming Zhitian sensed someone's presence and tentatively inquired, "Is anyone here?"
There was no response…
Ming Zhitian asked again, "Is anyone here!"
Still no reply. Ming Zhitian assumed the owner was absent. Without further thought, he stepped forward to attempt opening the stone door.
But the moment his hand touched the stone door, a stern shout erupted from somewhere unknown: "Presumptuous! This is a sacred area of divine power. Outsiders are forbidden. Leave at once, and your past transgressions will be forgiven."
Ming Zhitian looked around, confirming no one was present. "What the heck? It even has a voice function? So flashy."
Just as he was about to step forward, a yellow figure suddenly flashed past, appearing directly behind him.
Ming Zhitian quickly turned, warily eyeing the newcomer. "Hmm? Who are you?"
"I am the Guard of the European Emperor!"
Ming Zhitian seemed to have heard the name before. The European Emperor Guard released his domain, instantly crushing Ming Zhitian, forcing him to his knees!
Ming Zhitian felt an immense weight, like ten thousand jin, pressing down on his shoulders and the back of his neck, making it difficult to breathe. He nearly fainted.
"It's a misunderstanding! Senior, this is a misunderstanding!"
The European Emperor Guard did not withdraw his domain and countered, "Kid, who allowed you to intrude? Since you're here, you're not leaving."
Seeing that he intended to kill him, Ming Zhitian quickly summoned the *Shu Jian Lu*! Under the divine radiance of the *Shu Jian Lu*, it flashed before the European Emperor Guard's eyes.
In that momentary opening, the golden book flew out the Yu Lin, Yan Wang, Zhan Huang, Qi Bu Fei Jian, and Wu Shang Li Jian!
Ming Zhitian slowly raised his right fist and clenched it. "Si He Xing Long Yao Hua Ji Jue!"
The five divine swords lunged directly at the European Emperor Guard!
Upon seeing this, the European Emperor Guard, to avoid even minor injuries, was forced to retreat, allowing Ming Zhitian a moment to catch his breath.
But before he could even fully catch his breath, he saw the European Emperor Guard extend his five fingers and wave them gently!
"Clang…!" The five divine swords fell with a clatter, scattering and embedding into the ground, their brilliance extinguished.
Then, the European Emperor Guard extended a single palm, gathering the surrounding dead leaves and withered grass, swirling them chaotically to form a massive energy ball!