I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1518 - 1522: Gotta Take a Dump First

In just a few seconds, the Heroic Spirit Guardian, comparable to a Level Five perfect creature, disappeared into thin air. Initially, everyone thought this would be an earth-shattering battle; the stark contrast left them all momentarily speechless.

"What was that thing just now?"

"It seemed like a team of cavalry passed by, right? That aura, it really felt like it was from hell. Is it possible that hell really exists in this world?"

"He seemed to just recite an incantation, didn't he? Could that book be another Divine Artifact?"

The people of the Sun Palace had seen Zhang Menglong bring out so many Divine Artifacts before. Now, another new one popped up and they weren't surprised at all; besides, this one seemed to be the nemesis of the undead.

But in the eyes of those on the Golden God Seat, what just happened was nothing short of a miracle. The Heroic Spirit transformed from the predecessors of the Golden God Seat, the spirit remains undispersed, and the Guardian remains indestructible. It was an integral element of the Golden God Seat's heritage. They had even hoped that this Heroic Spirit could kill Zhang Menglong and his team. Such an outcome left them in utter disbelief.

"The...ancestor's Heroic Spirit, just vanished like that..."

"What on earth did that young man do?"

"It's over... Our Holy Temple is finished."

In their minds, the Holy Temple was always the safest and most sacred place, all thanks to the existence of their ancestors' Heroic Spirits. Now that those spirits were gone, this place is left without any cover; anyone can break in easily.

"So much for ancient secret rituals; can't they keep pace with the times?" Zhang Menglong flew into the air and landed beside the six crystal coffins.

"It's kind of quiet, after all, it's a place for the dead, a bit eerie," Zhang Menglong mused for a moment, then simply took out a speaker and started playing music.

"Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka..."

"Add chili? Add spice? Add chili? Add spice... awesome, awesome, awesome..."

While playing music, Zhang Menglong swayed his body rhythmically to the beat, full of vitality, even somewhat brainwashing.

"Could this be what Mr. Zhang calls partying on the grave?" Yao Ge's body couldn't help but sway to the music.

"This bastard, he's actually desecrating the burial site of our ancestors!" The people from the Golden God Seat watched the scene unfold, their anger was imaginable, some even dug their fingers into their flesh.

Among them were the descendants of noble families and meritorious ministers. Seeing someone dance DJ on the grave of their ancestors was simply more heartbreaking than desecrating the corpse.

"I want to go fight him!"

"Calm down! If we go out now, all the patience we've held will be wasted. He will pay for his actions!"

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"No one's coming out? These people really have good tempers!" Yao Ge's reserve forces reported back, noting still no movement from the Golden Holy City, disappointing even him.

But now, dealing with the main task is a priority. Zhang Menglong first needed to prepare a proper body for Satan's resurrection.

These six crystal coffins were lavishly designed, made of uniformly sturdy crystal. The bodies preserved inside still appeared lifelike, even retaining a rosy hue as if alive. Some of the oldest bodies have been present for over one billion years.

In these six coffins, there was only one female; the other five were male. Their weapons and garments were buried with them. Although they were Level Five perfect creatures, their weapons were of average quality, being from the lowest tier of Stellar Level weapons.

If they were truly Divine Weapons, they wouldn't be kept here out of sight, that would be a waste of such items.

"This one looks good, except a bit short. My servant should at least look mighty,"

"This one has a decent body, but looks a bit ugly and bald; forget it."

"Hmm, this one looks alright, robust physique, not handsome but with a regal aura; it's quite imposing, I'll take him!" Zhang Menglong stopped beside a coffin.

He intended to open the crystal coffin, commonly referred to as lifting the lid, but this entire coffin was seamless, as if the corpse naturally existed within the crystal casing.

"Mr. Zhang, this is Emperor Crystal, a very sturdy material used to store the bodies of high-ranking individuals. Our Sun Palace predecessors were stored in such coffins. They can withstand full attacks from Level Four perfect creatures without shattering; even Level Five creatures struggle to damage them."

"Really?" Zhang Menglong replied, "Seems like I'll have to use some brute force!"

Zhang Menglong reached out, grasped the Pangu Heaven-opening Axe, which appeared again in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Satan shuddered with fear, having witnessed the axe's power firsthand.

"Watch this!" Zhang Menglong spat into his palm, rubbed his hands together, "Eighty!"

"Crack!" A reactive force made Zhang Menglong's grip ache, but the crystal showed signs of cracking.

"What is that thing?" People from the Golden Holy City saw Zhang Menglong's axe leave a mark and gasped.

"What an impressive axe; could it be a Stellar Level weapon? Or even... a Taoist tool?"

"Eighty!" Zhang Menglong swung again, causing the crack to rapidly spread.

"Eighty!" With the third strike, the surface of the crystal started deforming like tempered glass.

"Another eighty!"

Crack!

In this strike, the crystal surface shattered completely, and it seemed that Zhang Menglong had exerted too much force; the axe not only shattered the Emperor Crystal but even severed the corpse's head.

"Damn, used too much force accidentally!" Zhang Menglong lamented to himself, examining the corpse, "Even if I piece this back together, there'll be residual damage on the bones, forget it, I'll switch to another!"

Then Zhang Menglong just walked to another coffin and began hacking away.

"Whew... Palace Master, that Mr. Zhang is simply a devil."

"Yes, he casually severed someone's head, claiming he inadvertently used too much strength."

"Fortunately, we're not enemies with him; otherwise, it would be my ancestors losing their heads," Yao Ge said with lingering fear.

"Eighty! Eighty!" Zhang Menglong continued opening the coffin, deliberately controlling his strength this time, avoiding further corpse destruction.

Casually, he stored the corpse away, intending to craft an elixir later to resurrect Satan.

"Hey, I know some of you can see me," Zhang Menglong, after completing everything, looked up at the sky, saying, "Hurry up and surrender, or I'll do even more outrageous things!"

"Something more outrageous?" Yao Ge and the others were dumbfounded. Are you telling me that digging up ancestral graves and severing their ancestors' heads wasn't the most outrageous act? Are you a devil?

"Gululu!" Zhang Menglong's stomach emitted a strange noise, his expression growing somewhat mischievous.

"He wouldn't..."

"Sorry, had a bad breakfast," Zhang Menglong shamelessly laughed at Yao Ge and others, "Do me a favor and turn around; I need to take a dump first!"