Yin Weiyin being completely useless was not actually true.
Chen Yi said she was useless rely to send a ssage — he could abandon her at any ti, so she shouldn’t entertain any devious thoughts.
If it were anyone else, they might not be intimidated by Chen Yi.
But people cannot be judged by the sa standards.
Having spent so ti together, Chen Yi could tell that beneath Yin Weiyin’s veneer as the Taichua Goddess, she was just soone who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
When facing powerless mortals, she was pristine and untouchable, every gesture ethereal, as if she were beyond the mortal realm.
However, when threatened by those who truly posed danger to her, it was an entirely different story.
Her temperant, whether good or bad, hinged on her circumstances. When humiliated by mortals unworthy of her gaze, if she couldn’t retaliate, her Heart Lake would churn violently.
Although Chen Yi didn’t know exactly what Yin Weiyin had experienced previously, he had heard from Min Ning that after slapping her, Yin Weiyin beca much more subdued.
To think she cultivated the Taixuan Forgetfulness, yet despite her usual transcendent deanor, her emotions were easily thrown into turmoil during upheaval. Was the Taixuan Forgetfulness of Taihua Mountain truly so fragile? How could one ascend to immortality with such a brittle path?
As the two moved forward, Yin Weiyin followed closely behind Chen Yi, scanning their surroundings while speaking up:
"This place seems to be the tomb of Ancient Xia."
Her solemn tone as a goddess suggested she had cald herself.
"It appears so,"
Chen Yi replied.
When he first cleared "Heavenly Realm," he had unwittingly triggered the ergence of Tushan, which had swept the entire Capital City into the underground palace.
The terrain within the underground palace was labyrinthine, constantly shifting each hour like a randomized dungeon, brimming with peril where one wrong move could an death.
As for how he managed to escape the underground palace...
He relied on reloading saves and brute-forcing his way out.
But now... there was no save point... he had only one life.
After walking a stretch, the two turned a corner and arrived at an expansive space ahead, where Yin Weiyin gasped in astonishnt:
"An Ancient Xia Cauldron?"
A bronze door and two glazed lanterns stood ten zhang away, while in front of the massive bronze door stood an ancient cauldron inscribed with dense, golden script.
"What kind of cauldron is this?" Chen Yi asked.
He had no recollection or mory of the scene before him.
The bronze door lood grandly, comparable to the city gate of the Capital City, its imposing aura overwhelming. Its edges were riddled with ancient green rust, exuding an antique and serene desolation, emanating the primordial aura of prehistory.
Just as Chen Yi’s question fell, faint sounds arose from both sides.
Yin Weiyin turned her head, only to realize that both sides were filled with rectangular burial pits, each containing skeletal remains interred cross-handed, heads upright, their faces lifelike as if they had never truly died — eerie and unnatural.
"...Sacrificial burial, and... they’re all nobles,"
Yin Weiyin stepped closer to observe, but her face soon turned pale.
"Still-alive? Their three souls and seven spirits remain intact? These are the living dead?!"
Chen Yi frowned and asked:
"What does that an?"
"In ancient tis, people treated the dead as they treated the living. It’s said there was no Underworld back then, and the afterlife mirrored one’s earthly existence. Hence, sacrificial burials were common. The more noble one was, the more noble their sacrificial accompanints needed to be. The highest of these were bound for eternity, their three souls and seven spirits confined, forever commanded by the tomb master. These spirits-bound sacrifices were called the living dead."
Yin Weiyin stared at the burial pits, her pallor worsening as she added:
"Even on the mountain, a single living dead appearing would provoke nations to vie for it. Yet here... there are dozens... Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, who is this tomb’s master?!"
Hearing the female crown’s shock, Chen Yi’s brows furrowed deeper, replying:
"Tushan Clan."
Upon hearing that, the female crown’s complexion grew paler still.
"The Ancestor of Fox Demons, descendant of Nuwa... The legendary Tushan Underground Palace?!"
Chen Yi was about to speak when, suddenly, his hair stood on end. He twisted his head back, noticing the darkness behind them seed to seethe and approach.
The oppressive darkness surged, faintly revealing glimrs of serpent scales. A sibilant hiss resounded, and a massive azure head lood faintly, filling much of the space as it crept closer, testing them.
Ba snake.
The "Classic of Mountains and Seas·Sea Classics" recorded: Southwest of the Ba Kingdom lies Zhujuan Country, ho to black snakes with green heads, which feast on elephants.
Chen Yi instantly understood that this elephant-swallowing leviathan was testing them, unnerved by the crimson-gold Shariputra in his possession, but remained unwilling to retreat, likely intending to hunt them down.
"Stop staring and figure out how to get inside!"
Chen Yi urged.
He drew the newly-acquired Brocade Spring Blade, gripping the crimson-gold Shariputra tightly, standing firm — neither advancing nor retreating — confronting the mythical beast.
Yin Weiyin also sensed the terrifying presence behind them. She quickly stepped toward the Ancient Xia Cauldron before the bronze door.
Frantically, she began deciphering the golden inscriptions on the cauldron, comparing its carvings against the designs.
The Ba snake approached closer, its relentless hissing reverberating without pause.
Blocked in front and behind, escape was impossible. Chen Yi raised his Brocade Spring Blade, watching as the enormous azure serpent head advanced and drew near. He abruptly erupted in action, stepping forward to deliver a slash.
A tempest fell with his strike, and an anguished howl echoed across space. The Ba snake’s head recoiled sharply but still sustained a cut, its tough scales split open, dark blood gushing out.
The Ba snake’s eyes blazed crimson, its gaping maw opening wide.
Behind them, Yin Weiyin seed to have deciphered the thod to unlock the door. She began singing the Ancient Xia song "Nine Variations" in a clear tone while igniting two bronze lanterns’ flas. As blue fire flared, she lifted a three-foot Peach Wood Sword, catching the fla and pointing it toward the center of the bronze door, forming a triangle with the two glazed lanterns.
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