Translator: CinderTL

A blood-colored tentacle emerged from the palm of Song Wen’s right hand, gradually extending outward.

The Blood Sea Seal, his natal magic treasure, was psychically linked to him, allowing it to serve as an extension of his divine sense.

However, after extending three meters, the tentacle could advance no further.

Beyond this range, his divine sense inexplicably weakened, rendering him unable to control the tentacle.

Retracting the tentacle, Song Wen’s palm now emitted a human-head-sized ball of blazing flames.

The flames danced wildly, their scorching tongues illuminating the corridor ahead for several meters.

The corridor stood approximately three meters high, with a flight of first-tier stone steps descending in a straight line.

Song Wen’s gaze swept over the third step, then suddenly froze.

There, on the step, lay a fresh, crimson bloodstain.

The blood was unmistakably recent, clearly left only moments ago.

Besides Heng Ziping and me, it seems there really is someone else here!

But why haven’t they revealed themselves? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

When did they enter the tomb?

Could it have been during the recent surge of foul qi?

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Song Wen raised his hand and tossed the flame.

Instantly, a blazing flame tore through the air, streaking deep into the tunnel.

While he couldn’t remotely control mystic treasures, casting a few spells was still possible. However, he couldn’t direct the flame’s trajectory; it could only travel in a straight line.

The flame shot forward several dozen meters before colliding with the tunnel’s arched ceiling. It exploded with a thunderous roar, transforming into a shower of fiery sparks that scattered in all directions.

Using the flickering light, Song Wen scanned everything within a hundred meters.

The tunnel was empty, devoid of any figures or traces of blood.

"It seems that person has already ventured deeper into the tunnel. Wounded by the foul qi, their strength likely isn’t too great—probably a Void Refinement Stage cultivator."

At this thought, Song Wen’s eyes lit up slightly.

If someone else was clearing the way ahead, he could certainly delve deeper into the tomb as well.

Perhaps there truly was another exit hidden within these depths.

He glanced back at the tomb’s entrance, where the howling gale and foul qi still raged in a chaotic maelstrom.

Song Wen conjured another ball of flame, held it aloft, and stepped down the stone steps.

After walking about a thousand meters, the tunnel suddenly turned sharply to the right, continuing in a straight line.

After another thousand zhang, the passage turned again, this time veering sharply to the left.

This pattern continued: every thousand zhang, the passage would turn, always alternating between right and left.

Song Wen proceeded with utmost caution, yet he couldn’t determine whether the dangers had been cleared by the person ahead or if the passage was inherently safe. He encountered no threats and progressed smoothly.

After his eighth turn, the path abruptly vanished, a solid stone wall appearing ten zhang ahead.

A flicker of confusion crossed Song Wen’s eyes.

He had assumed someone had already entered this passage, yet there was no sign of them. Moreover, if this passage was the tomb’s entrance, why did it lead to a dead end? Could the burial chamber lie beyond this wall?

Song Wen raised his right hand, the flames in his palm burning brighter as he scrutinized the stone wall.

Just then, he felt the ground give way beneath him, and he began to plummet downward.

He glanced down abruptly.

The ten stone steps beneath him had suddenly collapsed, plunging into a dark, gaping void below.

He plummeted downward along with the collapsing stone steps.

A flicker of shock flashed in Song Wen’s eyes.

Though stone steps were present, he hadn’t been walking on them. Instead, he had been hovering a foot above the ground.

His fall was caused by a powerful Gravity Restriction that had suddenly activated, pressing down on him like a colossal mountain and preventing him from flying.

In the nick of time, the Soul Cleaving Blade materialized in his hand, and he thrust it fiercely into the left tunnel wall.

But just as the blade was about to strike the rock, a golden light erupted from the wall, blocking the Soul Cleaving Blade.

The massive recoil nearly ripped the blade from his grip.

With no leverage to brace himself, Song Wen had no choice but to let his body fall. Refusing to resign himself to death, he summoned a burst of flames beneath his feet, illuminating the surroundings to guard against surprises.

The firelight revealed a vast tomb chamber below, where four figures stood.

He recognized them all.

They were Wang Qiuyue of the Spirit Jade Palace, Jian Xiao and Gu Huang of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, and Tang He of the Profound Sky Sect.

Four Body Integration Stage cultivators had gathered in this tomb chamber, instantly making the once-vast space feel cramped and oppressive.

The four below noticed Song Wen and looked up.

"Hmm! A mere Void Refinement Stage cultivator managed to bypass the perilous Foul Qi Miasma and reach the Immortal’s Tomb?" Jian Xiao exclaimed in surprise.

"For a Void Refinement Stage cultivator to arrive here unscathed is indeed remarkable. He must possess some hidden methods," Tang He of the Profound Sky Sect agreed, turning to Wang Qiuyue. "Fellow Daoist Wang, I recall seeing this person outside the entrance to the Turbid Spirit Realm. If I’m not mistaken, he’s from your Spirit Jade Palace, isn’t he?"

"Indeed, he is from our Spirit Jade Palace," Wang Qiuyue nodded, her figure shifting as she moved beneath Song Wen.

Seeing Song Wen’s descent accelerating, about to crash into the ground like a falling meteor, Wang Qiuyue flicked her sleeve.

Instantly, a powerful surge of qi erupted skyward, coiling around Song Wen.

The Gravity Restriction was overwhelmingly strong. Song Wen, who had already prepared to cast a life-substitution art, suddenly felt a gentle force envelop him, drastically slowing his fall.

Bang!

Song Wen landed on his feet, his body swaying precariously. He nearly lost his balance but managed to steady himself with a determined effort.

"Thank you, Senior Wang, for saving me," Song Wen said, clasping his hands in a fist and bowing deeply to Wang Qiuyue.

He had never expected Wang Qiuyue to intervene on his behalf.

"No need for formalities. I promised Bai Wei I would look after you, and I never break my word," Wang Qiuyue replied.

With that, she retreated backward, deliberately distancing herself from the other three Void Refinement Stage cultivators.

After retreating several dozen meters, she finally stopped, her gaze fixed on Jian Xiao and the other two.

Song Wen, meanwhile, moved behind Wang Qiuyue, standing quietly at her side.

He now realized that his earlier assumptions in the passage had been entirely wrong. There were far more than just one person who had entered this tomb.

He also recalled the bloodstain on the stone steps.

The bloodstain clearly indicated that one of the four had been injured.

Song Wen’s gaze swept across the group, identifying Gu Huang as the wounded party. Several bloodstains still clung to the front of his robes.

As for the other three, though no obvious injuries were visible, their disheveled appearances suggested they had recently endured a fierce battle.

Suddenly, Song Wen’s attention was drawn upward by a creaking sound. He looked up to see the section of stone steps that had collapsed earlier rising into the air and seamlessly reattaching itself to the broken section, restoring the staircase to its original, unbroken state.

He immediately sensed that whoever had set up this trap had a rather twisted sense of humor.

Such traps were common in the mortal world, but rarely seen in the Immortal Cultivation World. Here, however, it was combined with the Gravity Restriction, making it virtually impossible to defend against.

Unexpectedly, just as the stone steps returned to their original state, they fractured again and plummeted from the air.

Falling with them was a figure: Heng Ziping!

Like Song Wen, Heng Ziping was completely unable to resist the Gravity Restriction. Unlike Song Wen, he lacked an endless supply of Substitute Puppets, making him appear utterly panicked.

At that moment, Jian Xiao intervened, saving Heng Ziping.

"Thank you, Elder Jian Xiao," Heng Ziping said gratefully. He glanced around and immediately noticed Song Wen standing behind Wang Qiuyue.

"Reporting to Elder Jian Xiao, this man is a Corpse Dao Demonic Cultivator and possesses at least twenty drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. I urge you to eliminate this fiend!"

Author’s Note:

Gu Huang’s original setting had him as a member of the Myriad Swords Pavilion (which would have been relevant to later plot developments). However, during the Turbid Spirit Realm arc, I mistakenly wrote him as belonging to the Profound Sky Sect. I’ve already corrected this error in earlier Chapters, but I wanted to clarify it here as well.

(End of the Chapter)

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