Chapter 1115
Ancient Royal Tomb
Even in their unconscious state, their brows remained tightly furrowed, their faces filled with pain, fear, and madness, clearly trapped in the nightmares woven by the whispers of the dead, unable to break free.
Fu Ye turned to look at the four people whose expressions were extremely bad.
The spatial barrier extended automatically, protecting them and preventing further mental erosion.
He could clearly sense that the four people's souls were being constantly pulled apart by nightmares. If they continued to wallow in them for a long time, they would suffer mental damage at best, and at worst become mindless walking corpses.
"Sir, should we wake them up?"
Liu Xian stepped forward, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
She could sense that those nightmares were not simple illusions, but contained the power of the Abyss's origin, possessing extremely strong corrosive properties.
Fu Ye shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the four people's pained faces: "What is meant to be will be, and what is meant to be will be."
In the original story, Mo Fan and the others were unconscious in the Sha Yuan Passage, so he wasn't worried at all.
However, the original work did not mention what Mo Fan and the others saw before they fell into a coma.
Instead, this process is simply glossed over.
But it's actually quite normal for this to happen.
Even forbidden spellcasters can easily tear apart a place like Sha Yuan, let alone Mo Fan and his group.
His voice was calm and even, yet it conveyed an undeniable determination.
As they spoke, an even deeper tremor came from the depths below.
Fu Ye's eyes turned cold, and the power of space around him suddenly erupted.
An invisible pressure spread out, and the restless undead instantly froze in place, daring not to take another step forward.
"You dare to be so insolent in front of me?"
The cold voice echoed in the abyss, carrying an aura of majesty that transcended all things.
Those undead leaders, feeling mortally threatened, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, not even daring to raise their heads.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru stood behind Fu Ye, their expressions calm.
They knew that as long as Fu Ye was there, these spirits would not be able to cause any trouble.
A slight, dull pain came from the back of my head, as if I had been gently tapped with a blunt object.
Mo Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was not the nauseating black turbid liquid and pale bones in the lower levels of the Abyss of Fiends, but a pure white that was almost holy.
He instinctively sat up and found himself lying on a cool, white jade floor, which felt warm to the touch and carried a faint energy fluctuation.
Beside him, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo also opened their eyes one after another, their faces full of confusion and shock.
"Where...is this?" Su Xiaoluo rubbed her forehead, her voice a little hoarse, her eyes full of confusion.
Mo Fan did not answer immediately, but quickly scanned his surroundings, his heart filled with turmoil.
I remember we were knocked unconscious by that terrifying mental pressure in the lower levels of the Abyss of Fiends. How did we suddenly end up here? Could it be that Lord Fu Ye saved us?
He subconsciously looked into the distance, where Fu Ye was standing, his black robes standing out conspicuously in the white space.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru stood on either side of him behind him, their eyes fixed on the scene in front of them, their expressions calm but unable to hide a hint of surprise.
Following the gazes of the three people, Mo Fan's breath caught in his throat.
Before me lay an extremely magnificent white cemetery, or more accurately, an imposing mausoleum!
The entire tomb was constructed of an unknown white jade, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting a soft light that dispelled all the darkness and coldness of the depths of the Abyss. The entrance to the tomb was a massive archway, tens of feet high and over twenty feet wide, its frame carved with intricate and exquisite patterns.
Above the archway hangs a huge white jade plaque, inscribed with some very obscure and difficult-to-understand characters.
It is an ancient script that has long been abandoned, but even after a thousand years, it still inspires awe.
The main body of the mausoleum extends upwards in layers until it merges into the darkness above.
Is this the tomb of an ancient king?
Mo Fan was deeply shocked.
He had seen records of the ancient king in ancient books, who was his fascinating ancestor.
His strength is unfathomable, and he is especially skilled in earth magic and spatial magic, mastering them to an unparalleled degree.
Legend has it that the ancient king once single-handedly used earth magic to forge the Great Wall, thus repelling the invasion of the undead.
Unexpectedly, the tomb of this legendary powerhouse was hidden in the deepest part of the Abyss of Evil!
soon.
Fu Ye's voice rang out at the right moment, breaking the silence.
"The Abyss of Death is divided into two independent spaces. Above is the Corpse Rain Space, where the dead gather and is filled with endless death energy."
"And here is the pure space where the ancient royal tomb is located, which he completely isolated with his exquisite spatial magic and earth magic."
Mo Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked up.
In the darkness above, countless undead could be vaguely seen surging wildly, and the black death energy rolled like a tide, yet it could not penetrate the barrier of this space, as if it were blocked by an invisible barrier.
So that's how it is! No wonder we weren't injured when we fell; we were held up by the invisible force of this space.
Moreover, the rain of corpses and deathly aura above couldn't penetrate this place at all. Is this the power of the Ancient King? It's incredible!
Mo Fan could clearly sense that the energy permeating this space was somewhat similar to Fu Ye's spatial magic, but much more ancient, clearly indicating that the barrier set up by the ancient king was at work.
"The strength of the Ancient King far exceeds your imagination," Fu Ye continued, a hint of approval in his eyes.
“He used his own tomb as the core to set up this great array that separates the two worlds, completely isolating the spirits of the Abyss from his own resting place.”
"Even after millions of years, this barrier remains as solid as ever, which is enough to show that his mastery of spatial magic and earth magic has reached its peak."
now.
Fang Gu's eyes grew even more greedy as he stared intently at the entrance to the tomb, his breathing becoming rapid.
"The legacy! The legacy of the ancient king must be inside!"
He was overjoyed, having long forgotten his previous coma. Now, his mind was filled with thoughts of obtaining the inheritance and achieving instant success.
His body trembled slightly, not from awe, but from extreme excitement and greed.
Su Xiaoluo also stood up, dusted herself off, and the bewilderment on her face gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and wariness.
She could feel the sacredness and tranquility of this space, but she could also vaguely sense a pressure emanating from the depths of the tomb, which made her dare not let her guard down.
"Lord Fu Ye, shall we go in now?" She looked at Fu Ye, her eyes full of inquiry.
Mo Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and looked at the three people beside him.
Fu Ye's gaze swept over the four who had just awakened. "Rest for a moment, then we'll enter the tomb. Remember, the ancient king's tomb is riddled with traps and fraught with danger. Once inside, follow my instructions completely; do not act on your own." (End of Chapter)