Chapter 540: The Mysterious Heavenly Tomb, a Place of Deathly Silence and Despair

Chapter 540: The Mysterious Heavenly Tomb, a Place of Deathly Silence and Despair

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

Each dull and crisp sound reverberated, as if a nail was being hammered into one's skull, followed by a series of strikes and prying with a hammer.

With each blow, Su Ping's entire body trembled, both inside and out.

It was as if his soul had been cracked open by these resounding sounds.

Fortunately, the noise only lasted for a few moments before ceasing.

He regained consciousness from the haze of spatial teleportation and turned to survey his surroundings.

This place perfectly matched his imagination.

Gray and desolate, cold and silent, utterly lifeless.

It was exactly as Su Ping had envisioned the Heavenly Tomb before entering.

Except for that dull sound.

However, Su Ping's eyebrows soon furrowed.

His contracted companion beasts, Qian Yi and Xiao Qing, whom he had summoned ahead of time, were indeed by his side. But the members of the Heavenly Tomb forces who were supposed to follow him closely were nowhere to be seen.

This was one of the worst-case scenarios anticipated during training.

The entrance they had entered was random.

The appearance location of each entrant was not fixed! Fortunately, this situation had been anticipated during training.

Su Ping took out various items from the Beastmaster's space.

First was a compass-like object.

The mechanical needle and LED display were similar to the initial spiritual land detection compass.

However, this device was a mutual positioning compass.

Through this, he could detect all companions within a certain range.

The result made Su Ping's heart sink.

In the Heavenly Tomb, not only was spiritual detection ineffective, but this device struggled to even turn on.

Even with Su Ping's powerful batteries, the screen displayed nothing after being turned on.

Clearly, the Heavenly Tomb secret realm blocked all mechanical equipment's energy.

Indeed, here, not only were mechanical weapons and facilities useless, but all other forms of energy were nearly non-existent.

Aside from the absolute death energy, only the endless negative energy of the undead, sharing the same origin, filled this place.

In other words,

Except for Qian Yi, none of Su Ping's companion beasts could even recover their energy within the Heavenly Tomb secret realm.

Every use would deplete their energy.

Even a Beastmaster's space, without external energy supply and only death energy, couldn't provide recovery for the companion beasts.

The only thing to rely on was external objects.

Fortunately, Su Ping's wealth allowed him to have an abundance of magical resources, and the other members of the Heavenly Tomb forces had also prepared supplies.

Thinking of this, Su Ping exhaled and took out another item.

It was a paper puppet.

Of course, it was a paper puppet that could automatically search, notify, and guide to nearby paper puppets, created by Yin Luo during this time.

It must be said that this undead-type breeding master had some skills.

This item was made using origami puppets as consumables.

By connecting and splitting the souls of the origami puppets, each person would hold a piece and activate it with mental power. Then, these fragmented souls would automatically move towards the nearby remaining parts.

No other means were needed to connect them.

However, to Su Ping's surprise, even after multiple tests, this origami puppet still failed.

After activating it with mental power, the puppet spun around in circles, seemingly clueless about which direction to take.

Su Ping sighed.

Then, the soul contract communicated once more.

"Fatty..."

"Master! My connection with my main body is completely cut off, and the signal transmission from the others is also completely ineffective. Master, where are we...?"

Damn. Even the last resort failed.

Su Ping's hanging heart sank.

However, this was an expected situation, and Su Ping didn't waste any more effort in this regard. Instead, he thoroughly surveyed his surroundings.

Gray mist enveloped the area, growing thicker the further one looked.

The surroundings resembled a small hill with a small tombstone at its center, and nothing else.

Su Ping's gaze immediately fell on this small tombstone.

His mental power spread out, and a deep, eerie feeling of deathly silence struck him, causing Su Ping's heart to tremble as he unconsciously took a few steps back.

The tombstone remained unchanged.

"Qian Yi!"

Qian Yi drew his sword, and as the blade emerged, Su Ping was surprised to see the tombstone shatter into pieces the next moment, leaving behind an empty gray space.

Nothing else happened.

Su Ping was taken aback. Was this some kind of trap?

However, the expected countless undead didn't appear, and the place remained eerily silent, with an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

But just as this thought crossed his mind, Su Ping realized he was wrong.

On this small hill, numerous figures suddenly appeared, like spring bamboo shoots after a rain, standing out starkly against the landscape.

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The beasts showed no signs of intelligence or thought, their movements mechanical and rigid. Yet, the aura emanating from them was undeniably powerful.

Over a hundred necromantic beasts, including more than a dozen Monarch-ranked and the rest at the Overlord Peak, formed a formidable force.

To outsiders, this siege of beasts would have been an extremely challenging situation to handle.

However, for Su Ping, and even for the well-prepared Heavenly Tomb forces, it wasn't much of a challenge.

Qian Yi took the lead without hesitation.

"Qian Yi will handle the battle within the arena. Xiao Qing, hold back for now," Su Ping conveyed through his soul contract.

As for Xiao Wu Ya and Old Sha, they were to wait in the beastmaster space.

Although they were powerful in combat, they lacked energy recovery abilities.

Unlike Qian Yi, who could continuously replenish his energy through necromantic energy and the Heavenly Cycle Quintessence Body, ensuring a steady supply.

Qian Yi's body radiated a five-colored light, and his energy aura intensified at an astonishing rate, even though he hadn't completed his evolution and was the lowest in cultivation among them, except for Xiao Huo Miao.

However, in terms of combat power, he was likely the strongest!

Not only did he possess the Heavenly Cycle Quintessence Body, but he also had access to hundreds of origami paper swords, ready to provide support at any time, which far exceeded the capabilities of ordinary companion beasts.

In the Heavenly Tomb's secret realm, the number of necromantic companion beasts was astonishing, and their average combat power was nothing to scoff at.

Qian Yi didn't rely on flashy sword techniques. He didn't even enter a state of unity with heaven and earth.

He used the simplest sword technique: a drawing cut.

And with his mastery of the Golden Spear Technique, he unleashed a sword beam that transformed into a crescent-shaped sword energy.

With just one sword strike, the dozen or so Monarch-ranked necromantic beasts were reduced to bones, flesh, or had their souls scattered.

The golden crescent-shaped sword energy didn't dissipate; instead, it expanded to cover an even larger area.

The remaining necromantic beasts behind them were also slashed to pieces by a single sword strike!

The same fate befell the beasts in other directions.

Hundreds of beasts couldn't get within a hundred meters of Su Ping and were instantly pulverized.

Was that it?

Su Ping looked around in bewilderment.

The broken stele remained where it was, and there were no signs of any changes.

In this sea of gray mist, he stood on a small hill, unable to see any boundaries, as if there were none.

He didn't know which direction to take.

But other than this, there was nothing else.

After Qian Yi had slain the hundreds of necromantic beasts, Su Ping stood in place for a full five minutes, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.

What should he do now?

Su Ping looked around hesitantly and then pointed in several directions, "I'll go wherever the rooster points. Okay, let's go this way."

It wasn't that he was being flippant or hasty; it was just that in this ghostly place, all he could see was the endless gray mist.

He regretted smashing the stele, but he hadn't expected it to be so fragile!

After scanning with his spiritual power, it was only natural to use energy detection, wasn't it?

But now, there was nothing but emptiness, and even the necromantic companion beasts that had just appeared came from all directions. It was impossible to find a path.

The boundless gray mist became everything in this world.

Even the Heavenly Tomb mark, which had been resonating in Su Ping's soul, fell silent.

Upon entering this gray mist world, it was as if he had suddenly become mute.

In this situation, he had no other choice.

He didn't walk for long. After three minutes, he seemed to have reached the edge of the area.

The gray mist ahead solidified, blocking his path.

Qian Yi slashed his sword, unleashing a torrent of sword energy, but it only caused the mist to swirl without dissipating.

Qian Yi slowly stepped into the mist.

In that instant,

A chill ran down his spine!

Trembling!

A pure fear of death emanated from his soul.

And there was also an indescribable sensation, like needles pricking his skin.

This was Su Ping's experience, the only tangible feeling after coming into contact with the gray mist.

Wait, he hadn't actually touched the mist; it was Qian Yi who had.

And this feeling was transmitted to Su Ping's soul through the soul contract.

Fortunately, after sensing something amiss, Qian Yi's body instantly retreated.

He looked at the mist before him with caution and astonishment.

However, what was even more bizarre was that Su Ping suddenly realized that Qian Yi wasn't fearful or cautious; instead, he seemed excited.

Yes, excited!

Qian Yi gazed at the gray mist, eager to test its limits.

It was as if he had discovered some rare treasure.

"Qian Yi, what's going on?"

"Qian Yi pointed at the gray mist:

"Wow! (Delicious! Delicious!)"

Delicious?

Although this ghostly place is naturally a treasure trove for Qian Yi, a necrotic pet beast, the exact nature of its value is still uncertain.

Can this thing be eaten?

How to eat it?

Qian Yi quickly provided the answer, directly throwing the golden sword he held into the gray mist.

Ten seconds later, the golden sword returned, enveloped in layers of gray air currents.

Qian Yi grabbed it and then opened his mouth wide towards the sword's edge.

Slurp!

As if skewering a kebab, Qian Yi directly plucked off a strand of gray, swallowing it into his belly.

Su Ping watched tensely as Qian Yi did this.

The reason he didn't stop him was also because he wanted to see what it meant.

In this realm, the gray mist before them seemed like a heavenly barrier, and at the moment, it seemed he truly couldn't cross it.

Moreover, he couldn't afford to waste time.

If too much time passed, he didn't know what state the other members of the Tomb Sky Legion were in.

Therefore, Qian Yi's situation seemed to be the only way to resolve the mystery.

However, Qian Yi indeed didn't encounter any issues.

Or perhaps, this little guy's perception was still quite sharp.

After consuming that strand of gray mist, the little paper person burped, and then, before Su Ping could react, his aura stirred, and in Su Ping's perception, he directly broke through his realm!

That's right, Monarch Sixth Rank!

He directly broke through the racial limit.

This racial limit was broken so effortlessly? Despite having broken through it many times before, it had never felt this easy.

Not only did Qian Yi break through, but the feedback from the breakthrough also caused Su Ping's spiritual power, which had long reached a bottleneck and hadn't broken through with meditation, to tremble, and then a wave emanated from his soul.

Monarch Ninth Rank!

Upon entering the Tomb of Heaven, they hadn't encountered any danger, but instead, Su Ping and Qian Yi's realms directly advanced.

Su Ping had never expected such a situation.

However, before Su Ping could properly check if this breakthrough had any side effects, a familiar sound suddenly reverberated from all directions once more!

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

The sound from when they first entered echoed again.

And in that instant, that feeling returned.

Su Ping clapped his hands over his ears, but the sound seemed to come from all around him.

The excruciating pain of nails prying at his skull was once again felt with absolute clarity.

It was just that the first time, he was in a dazed state upon entering, but this time, it felt so real.

However, at that moment, the gray-white flame of the Tomb of Heaven mark, which Su Ping had always considered a burden in his soul, slowly ignited.

Suddenly, the stinging pain and terrifying vibrations disappeared without a trace.

Su Ping looked around in a daze.

Qian Yi looked at him in surprise, while Xiao Qing, with her eyes closed, seemed to be enduring something, and her body involuntarily radiated a strand of bluish-green light.

Su Ping turned to Qian Yi: "Qian Yi, didn't you hear it? That sound just now!"

Qian Yi blinked, seemingly unaffected:

"Wow? (Sound? What sound?)"

He didn't hear it?

This sound, like a deep, resonant bell, either muffled or piercing, and this little guy didn't hear it?

"Xiao Qing?"

"Woof!"

Xiao Qing struggled, but even with her Azure Demon Body, her twisted expression was enough to prove the pain caused by that sound.

Su Ping's eyebrows furrowed. What was going on here? Was it because Qian Yi was a necrotic pet beast? Was the suppression and rejection of pet beasts in the Tomb of Heaven too strong?

However, before Su Ping could think further, Qian Yi suddenly held the golden sword horizontally in front of him: "Wow!"

Su Ping looked up.

In the gray mist before them, silhouettes once again appeared faintly from within.

Obviously, those necrotic beasts had reappeared.

But this time, their numbers were about ten percent more than before.

However, in the face of Qian Yi's greatly improved strength, they were still like clay pigeons.

These necrotic creatures died again.

Apart from becoming nutrients for the cycle of death and rebirth within the Beast Tamer's space, there was no other residue.

However, that was all.

In the entire dead land, within the entire Tomb of Heaven, there was no change.

If there was any change, it might be the tiny 'crack' in the direction where Qian Yi had just swallowed the gray mist.

But in this endless gray mist, without direction, without end, without goal, this little rooster pointed out the direction, a crack appeared, what does it mean?

Su Ping was at a loss, and at this moment, he turned around helplessly and looked back, but suddenly he was stunned.

The strange little monument that Qian Yi had just smashed with a sword had reappeared there.

(End of Chapter)

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