C1 Imperial Tomb

The midday sun was extremely sinister, shining upon his body filled with burning pain. Chu Qianye crawled along a cliff that was over two hundred meters tall, and peeked at the imperial tomb in the distance.

Even the blazing sun at noon in summer was unable to dispel the haze that shrouded the imperial tomb. No living being dared to approach the barren imperial tomb; it was a forbidden area for life.

Chu Qianye had been observing for a few hours already.

knew about the Emperor's Tomb since he was very young. The distance from here to Chu Qianye's home was less than three hundred Li. The young Chu Qianye often heard his neighbors talking about the terrifying Emperor's Tomb.

And ten years ago, when the seven-year-old Chu Qianye was fortunate enough to join the Haoran Sect, the largest cultivation sect within three thousand kilometers, he also heard many legends about the Emperor Tomb from his seniors and seniors. It was said that the Haoran Sect had some secret sect rules, and disciples were not allowed to enter the Emperor Tomb.

To be able to cause the Haoran Sect to be so nervous about the Emperor Tomb within its sphere of influence, it was obvious that there was a huge secret that normal people could not understand within the Emperor Tomb.

The reason why he was here was because Chu Qianye had not returned home even once during his ten years of cultivation. According to the sect rules, only the disciples who had successfully entered the Foundation Establishment stage were qualified to return to their hometown to visit their relatives.

During the Qi Cultivation stage, the outer sect disciples would tread on thin ice and fear every step of the way. Only after they had truly reached the Foundation Establishment stage would they face even more brutal competition. The path of Immortality was merciless. Years would pass, and people would age. After reaching Foundation Establishment, one would have to formally acknowledge their master. They might not even have the chance to see their family again for twenty or thirty years.

After ten years, Chu Qianye finally managed to reach Foundation Establishment at the last moment. Ten years was the limit. If one could not reach Foundation Establishment within ten years, they would not be able to become an official disciple of the Haoran Sect. They would be reduced to a mere servant.

If one didn't become an official disciple, one wouldn't receive a true legacy. Foundation Establishment was the threshold to determine whether an outer disciple was worth training or not. It was also the cruellest part of the selection process.

But when Chu Qianye returned home, what he saw were the gazes of reverence and adoration from his family, and the affection he had for his family lessened by a lot. What Chu Qianye, who had worked hard for ten years in Haoran Sect, wanted to feel was family love, but unfortunately, what he felt when she returned home was not that much.

In the eyes of the world, the monk was a mysterious and powerful existence. His family even treated him carefully, fearing that a single sentence from him would anger this family's pillar.

Chu Qianye was a little sad. This time, when he went home to visit his family, he hoped to be able to feel more affection before his parents turn old. From today onwards, it would be too extravagant.

Taoists had no home, and their masters were their masters. They would fight to the death for the honor of their masters, and would stand up for their masters when the sect was in danger.

After bidding farewell to his family members who were filled with fear, the depressed Chu Qianye took the wrong path when he returned to the Haoran Sect.

Chu Qianye had planned to leave the vicinity of the Emperor Tomb quickly, but to his surprise, he discovered that the haze above the Emperor Tomb had condensed into a huge humanoid shape.

This was not an illusion, nor was it an illusion. When Chu Qianye looked carefully, he realized that the human form formed by the mist was becoming more and more real, as if it was a huge person floating above the imperial tomb.

Curious, Chu Qianye decided to see what happened. If he reported this abnormality to his sect, perhaps he would receive a certain reward.

Chu Qianye rubbed his forehead with his sleeve to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. But the moment he let his arm down, the cloudless sky suddenly turned blood-red.

The scorching sunlight disappeared, and when Chu Qianye raised his head, he saw the blood cloud roiling in the sky. The sun that did not dare to look straight at first had turned into a black fireball, and within the roiling blood cloud, he could faintly see the Immortal Jade Vault collapsing.

The sky turned into a boundless sea of blood. Countless storms stirred up within the sea of blood, interweaving together with the thunder to form a terrifying heavenly might that would make people shudder in fear.

Chu Qianye wanted to climb down from the cliff, but cold astral winds blew from all directions, causing large chunks of rocks to roll on the ground. The old tree that was as thick as a person's arm was uprooted.

Chu Qianye immediately took out his own flying sword and stabbed it into the rock beneath him, both hands tightly grabbing onto the sword hilt, resisting the hurricane.

The place where Chu Qianye was hiding was a small concave area, and there were some messy looking branches in the concave area.

As the hurricane blew up, the tree branches were immediately blown away, and Chu Qianye's daoist robe was also ripped into shreds.

Even if it was a trash flying sword provided by an outer sect disciple, it was still sharp enough. Chu Qianye's flying sword had all been inserted into the rocks, if it was slightly slower just now, Chu Qianye would definitely have blown away like hell by now.

His two hands tightly gripped the hilt of his sword as he withstood the wild wind unrestrainedly.

Chu Qianye's body was brought up by the strong winds again and again. Like a flag that was being blown around by the strong winds, he was lifted up again and again, and then fell down again and again.

Chu Qianye didn't know what was going on, he only knew that he was about to collapse. He could only watch as large rocks and broken tree trunks whizzed past him.

The blood colored raindrops fell, the big raindrops making popping sounds when they hit the ground, Chu Qianye who was constantly dancing on the cliff seemed to have been hit by countless stones shot out by the catapult.

It hurt, it hurt so much that Chu Qianye almost wanted to let go of his hands and let the fierce wind sweep him away.

Chu Qianye, who was looking down with all his might, did not realize that the blood rain was falling unevenly. The closer he got to the Emperor Tomb, the more concentrated the blood rain.

The place where Chu Qianye was hiding was very close to the Imperial Tomb, and it just so happened to be in the severely injured area.

Chu Qianye was in so much pain that he almost collapsed. The almost naked Chu Qianye exposed his back to the outside as he pulled with all his might, Peanut sized blood rain smashing on his body violently. The blood rain fell onto the back of Chu Qianye's head, hitting him until his head hurt from the pain.

The raging wind swept away the floating dirt on the imperial tomb. The vegetation and soil that had been silent for thousands of years were dispersed by the fierce wind, revealing the majestic imperial mausoleum that was built against a mountain.

The imperial mausoleum, which was built entirely out of huge rocks, was even larger than the real imperial palace. It also carried an endless domineering aura that could rule the world.

There were many ditches around the Emperor Tomb. The rain of blood converged from all directions into the ditches, turning into streams of blood that flowed into the Emperor Tomb.

According to the feng shui, the Emperor's Tomb should be draining the water from inside through the open and secret canals, not letting the water outside flood in.

This imperial tomb was the Emperor Jiuyu's mausoleum.

The Emperor's Tomb was a unique and ingenious technique. This ancient emperor who had conquered the Six Paths of the Gods and the Gods and was preparing to rule over the Three Realms was shrouded in too many mysteries that no one could explain clearly.

If one looked down from the sky, they would see that there were 99 open canals surrounding the Emperor Tomb. There were also 99 hidden canals. The open canals and hidden canals brought the blood rain into the Emperor Tomb, but it never flowed out again.

The sky was pitch black, the sun had disappeared, the golden thunder was getting lower and lower, and the sounds of thunder seemed to be exploding in his ears.

Chu Qianye lowered his head and buried his face in the blood pool. The fierce wind was able to blow away the rocks that weighed several hundred kilograms, but was unable to blow away the blood rain.

At this moment, his body was submerged in a pool of blood. The icy cold blood rain made Chu Qianye start to miss the scorching sun, but he did not dare to move recklessly. The biting cold wind howled, and could still blow Chu Qianye away at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Qianye heard a muffled bang sound from beside him. It was as if something had fallen beside him, causing the cliff to tremble slightly.

Chu Qianye's teeth were chattering noisily. The blood pool was extremely cold, bone-piercing cold, as if his soul had been frozen.

Chu Qianye did not realize that the color of the blood pool was changing, from blood-red to transparent. Chu Qianye's skin was also changing, because the scar left behind by the malicious act during the sparring with the other senior brothers was fading, and the hidden injuries in his body were healing automatically.

Chu Qianye could only feel his true essence slowly being consumed, as if it was constantly being consumed because he was resisting the bone-piercing cold.

The gale finally stopped, as though it was a sudden outburst, and also stopped. Chu Qianye was finally able to release his stiff hands, and his body powerlessly lied down on the pool.

The bone-piercing cold had already disappeared, but Chu Qianye was still feeling pain all over. He subconsciously rolled out of the pool, completely unaware that the pool had become colorless and transparent, and that it was no longer cold.

Chu Qianye wanted to flip over to a flat place, but before he could finish flipping through his body, he felt an emptiness beneath him, and he actually fell into another deep pit.

This pit was much deeper than the pit that Chu Qianye was in just now, and there was even more blood rain that gushed out. After Chu Qianye fell into the pit, he was immediately drowned by the blood.

The blood didn't have the slightest smell of blood, but instead had a faint medicinal scent. Chu Qianye, whose entire body was aching in pain and weakness, struggled with great difficulty, and was once again stimulated by the coldness.

Chu Qianye wanted to cry, but no tears came out. When people are down to their luck, even drinking cold water would cause them to clench their teeth, why would they need to turn over when they were fine?

Chu Qianye wanted to climb out, but his frozen hands and arms were still sore from trying to do so. Furthermore, this cave seemed to be an object that had fallen out of the sky, and his surroundings were abnormally smooth, without any place to climb.

Chu Qianye tried to stand up. The blood pool was not deep, it was only up to his waist, but he was stepping on something hard under his feet. It seemed to be metal, just that the metal seemed to be elastic.

Chu Qianye bent over and dove into the water, reaching out his hands out and carelessly touched the water. When his hands touched a smooth and delicate face, Chu Qianye jumped out of the water like a frightened rabbit.

It was one person, absolutely one person!