Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Cheng Jue arrived with several Martial Monks.
"Ladies and gentlen, let’s set off."
Without further discussion, everyone followed the people from the Law Enforcent Hall to the lakeside.
After boarding a small boat, Cheng Jue handed out several water bladders, "There’s so distance to the entrance; later on, we will take you all down."
These water bladders, made from pig bladders, allowed one to relieve the need for air underwater, preventing drowning.
The elderly Confucian Scholar from Bailu Academy, as well as several officials from the Ministry of Industry, were ordinary people who could not do without such an aid.
As for Li Yan, he did not need it at all.
After making preparations, everyone dove into the water with splashes.
The officials from the Ministry of Industry, with bladders in their mouths, wooden plugs in their ears, and eyes tightly shut, were pulled underwater by the staff of the Law Enforcent Hall in a stealthy manner.
Li Yan directly used the Mysterious Water Escape technique, grabbing the forr master from Bailu Academy with his legs kicking, moving through the water as swiftly as a fish, leaving a trail of bubbles behind him.
He was the fastest; the forr master from Bailu Academy only felt the sound of water gurgling in his ears, and before long, they surfaced, shooting out of the water.
"Cough, cough!"
Upon landing, the old man coughed embarrassingly.
Li Yan had been too fast, and ultimately, the old scholar had swallowed so water.
Even so, the old scholar paid no attention to anything else and quickly stood up.
The corpses in the cave had been cleaned out, a torch stuck into the stone wall provided dim, blur lighting.
Seeing the distant statues, the old scholar turned his head towards Li Yan.
Li Yan ford a mantra, taking a deep breath, "This place has been cleared, there’s no danger, but Master, don’t rush, let’s wait for the others to co up."
"That’s fine."
The master was absentminded, looking at the distant statues, murmuring, "Standing upright, rounded and full, ’flesh surpasses bone,’ definitely Tang style, wearing a crown, with wide sleeves, sash in front and long ribbons behind... a literary figure."
Li Yan saw this and shook his head slightly.
Indeed, Qiankun Academy had chosen such a person, identifying ancient objects was considered a refined activity among scholars, but such obsession was rare.
Before long, everyone else had also landed onshore.
Cheng Jue lit torches and led the way, speaking as they moved, "It won’t be much longer until we reach the passage, which used to connect to the tomb chamber, but the chamber has been devoured by ’Visions of Flesh’ and separated, don’t panic when you see it..."
Since all the chanisms along the way had been disabled, there was naturally no danger.
They moved quickly, through the long cave, and suddenly a downward passage appeared in front of them, made of bluestone, fitted tightly, with stone relief murals on it.
The murals vividly narrated the stories of Wu Youxu and Wang Su.
Seeing the forr teacher from Bailu Academy and the disciples of the Mo Sect from the Ministry of Industry stop to examine the murals, Cheng Jue hurriedly shook his head: "Ladies and gentlen, let’s proceed inside first."
Following that, he led the crowd to the bottom of the cave.
Only then did Li Yan understand why they had been warned not to panic.
They saw the stone chamber split in two, one side still intact while the other seed to have been bitten off, surrounded by rubble.
And further ahead was a huge stone wall.
Upon closer inspection, the "stone wall" was slowly undulating.
In front of the "stone wall," there were traces of a dismantled altar.
Cheng Jue said gravely, "This is the body of ’Visions of Flesh,’ which extends below the ground and all the way to the center of Liangzi Lake."
"This ’Visions of Flesh’ is too large; if we use brute force, it will retract underground, and the Yin Sha Poison Barrier will spread."
"Those demons have set up a sacrificial altar here to perform blood sacrifices. If Master Tong Huan and the others succeed later, we can then break through here to enter..."
As he was speaking, another group of people arrived from behind, soaking wet. It was Tian Qianhu leading the n from the Captain Bureau.
They t up, their expressions still cold, without uttering a word.
The forr teacher and disciples of the Mo Sect could not help but return to the passage to examine the stone reliefs, while Li Yan and the others closed their eyes to rest, calmly waiting...
...
anwhile, on the South Bank of Liangzi Lake atop two hills.
Two-person-tall giant copper mirrors had been erected, on one side was Yang Mingqing from the Imperial Observatory, and on the other side was Yu Lanshan, the fengshui master with double pupils.
Whoosh!
As a firework shot into the sky, both individuals drove iron stakes into the ground. After that, they ford mantras, perford Step Gang footwork, carrying compasses, and placed Array Flags around the Eight Trigrams mirrors.
In an instant, wild winds erupted around them.
Standing in the distance, Wang Daoxuan watched silently, filled with admiration.
He had to admit, even after having read Liu Gang’s collection, he still had a considerable gap between himself and these true Fengshui masters.
These two not only had heritage, but also exceptional talent, a breadth of knowledge, and were steeped in the art; he feared he might never catch up to them in his lifeti.
Of course, the path he walked was not the sa as these two.
For Wang Daoxuan, the art of Fengshui was rely an aid; divination, exorcisms, casting spells... with various secret techniques combined, many issues he could solve were things these two could only watch helplessly by.
Thinking this, Wang Daoxuan hurriedly pulled out his compass.
Sure enough, the needle began to jump left and right, then pointed to the southwest.
Wang Daoxuan had a premonition and looked up, only to see the night wind howling, birds in the distance getting startled into flight, as if so invisible entity was roaring towards him.
It was the "force" drawn from the Ancient Battlefield of Chibi!
And on the other side, the sa phenonon occurred, but this ti it ca from the southwest.
The art of Fengshui involves the "dragon," the "force," the "Qi," with various complex changes that ordinary people would find difficult to master in a lifeti.
As the two forces converged, the center of Liangzi Lake suddenly churned with waves.
A thick mist rose, and the Ghost City of Gao Cheng reappeared, with dense clusters of green ghostly flas flickering, creating an eerie and chilling scene.
On the opposite bank below, Master Tong Huan of Baotong Zen Temple, accompanied by a group of monks, had set up an altar, knocking on wooden fish, and reciting sutras.
This scripture carried a tranquilizing force.
Not only that, from the direction of Wuchang City, the scent of sandalwood incense drifted over, as they had invoked the Incense Fire Buddha of Baotong Zen Temple.
Soon, the entire lake surface beca quiet.
The Yin Fog, ghostly flas, and Ghost City all stood motionless.
At the sa ti, the "flesh-covered" stone walls of the tomb ceased their squirming, as if the massive entity had fallen into a deep slumber.
"Take action!"
Cheng Jue imdiately stood up with a huge cleaver in hand.
The other Martial Monks did the sa.
They practiced martial arts, with muscles coiled and imnse strength, constantly swinging their cleavers to hack away.
The outer shell of the "flesh-covered" entity, having absorbed a fair amount of ore veins, was tough despite being a living thing, and with each collision against the blade, sparks flew.
Of course, it could not withstand the group’s onslaught.
Before long, an opening had been made, revealing the greyish-white flesh inside, which trembled slightly with each hack, but did not bleed.
One of the Mo Sect disciples quickly took out a compass, watching the needle above to guide Cheng Jue.
The size of the "flesh-covered" entity was so massive that, as the group continued to cut through the flesh and advance, although the outer shell was gone and their speed was faster, they still encountered trouble.
The distance to the burial chamber was unknown, and after wandering for over a dozen ters, they still hadn’t found it. Moreover, inside the "flesh-covered" entity, there were large and small chunks of tal that would easily shatter their cleavers.
Li Yan followed behind, holding a torch.
Where the torch burned, the "flesh-covered" entity began to slowly retreat.
Seeing this, Li Yan’s eyes brightened, "This evil creature belongs to tal, fire can conquer it!"
Hearing this, Cheng Jue hurriedly burned it with fire, waiting for the flesh wall to shrink before cutting again, significantly speeding up the process.
Tian Qianhu frowned upon seeing this, "Let do it!"
With that said, he stood up, removed the sword from his back.
Clang!
His sword was a bit odd, with a fire stone fitted at the hilt, which caused the entire blade to burst into flas as soon as he drew it.
Li Yan was not surprised to see this.
Tian Qianhu was clearly an elite from the Captain Bureau, directly commissioned by the Emperor, and also a Magician, being pursued by Zhao Changsheng indicated extraordinary skills.
The inside of his scabbard was full of peculiar grease, pure white and delicate, with evil Qi lingering around it, its origin unknown.
When Tian Qianhu made his move, the speed was even faster.
With a loud swishing sound, finally, a piece of the flesh wall was split open, revealing large bricks which collapsed with a bang...
"We found it!"
Tian Qianhu was the first to leap into it.
Li Yan and Cheng Jue and others followed closely behind.
Puff puff puff!
Just as they entered, several fireballs lit up around them from nowhere...
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