My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 325 - The Path to the Yellow Springs Appears

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: The Path to the Yellow Springs Appears in the Emperor’s Mausoleum

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: The Path to the Yellow Springs Appears in the Emperor’s Mausoleum

Ouyang Ping murmured, “Is this the strength of the world’s finest swordsman?”

Unbeknownst to them, the young man before them had become a great sword immortal wielding an unparalleled sword. He was now capable of holding up the Demon Sect and ruling over a realm, a true master standing at the summit of the mountain.

An Jing collected four streams of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence from the two men and said, “Second Elder, your cultivation has reached the peak of the Second Qi Grandmaster. If you can absorb these four streams of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence, you should be able to reach the Three Qi Realm.”

Ouyang Ping took the four strands of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence and said indifferently, “Forget it, these Heaven and Earth Spirit Essences aren’t of much use to me anymore. It’s better to give them to Li Fuzhou and Yi Daoyun.”

An Jing’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sighed inwardly.

Jun Qinglin was over a hundred and ten years old, and Ouyang Ping wasn’t much younger than him. Although he wasn’t like Jun Qinglin who had one foot in the Land Immortal Realm and could sense the mandate of Heaven, he also had some understanding of it.

Clearly, the Second Elder also knew that his end was near.

If one couldn’t become a great grandmaster and step into the Land Immortal Realm, they would ultimately remain a mortal, with no more than a hundred years of life. But even if one reached the Land Immortal Realm, they would only have three hundred more years to live; in the end, death was inescapable.

Jiang Renyi pointed to the entrance ahead of them and said, “That should be the entrance to the Qin Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum.”

An Jing also looked in that direction, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The wind and sand swept past in front, revealing a deep and secluded path leading downward, from which a rolling Yin chill emanated, involuntarily sending a shiver down one’s spine.

Yin Evil Qi!?

An Jing subconsciously felt the Imperial Jade Seal of the Great Zhou Dynasty in his chest. The last time he felt such intense Yin Evil Qi was when he obtained the National Seal at White Bone Mountain.

Ouyang Ping solemnly said, “These two are top experts of Great Snow Mountain. Their presence here indicates that Taiyin Kui has indeed come.”

Taiyin Kui was considered a supreme expert among the older generation, the guardian deity of the great plain, once the Mansion Master of Soul Seeker Mansion. One could say he played a significant role in Zongzheng Huachun’s unification of the great plain.

Moreover, this man had been living a secluded life, secretly cultivating in the Houjin Royal Court, with the immense resources of Houjin supporting him. His cultivation had reached the realm of a Five Qi Grandmaster, his power unfathomably deep, one step away from the Land Immortal Realm.

He was definitely one of the top masters in the world.

Not only that, according to Jiang Renyi, Jiang Shang had also reached the realm of a Five Qi Grandmaster and was together with Taiyin Kui.

Two Five Qi Grandmasters were now within this Emperor’s Mausoleum.

An Jing glanced at the Qin Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum and said, “Second Elder, you and Jiang Renyi wait up here, I’ll go down and see for myself.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Renyi nodded without hesitation.

Ouyang Ping’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but then he stopped himself. “An Tributor, be careful. If there’s danger, making a full retreat is what’s most important.”

An Jing nodded and headed toward the Qin Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum.

Even before he entered the Imperial Mausoleum, a chill bore down on him as if it would freeze his blood and bones solid.

If this had been before, An Jing would have needed to circulate his True Qi to resist. But after achieving perfection in the “Great Celestial Star Refining Body Technique,” his body had undergone a complete transformation. It was no exaggeration to say that his body had reached the Land Immortal Realm.

The Yin Evil Qi at the periphery of the Qin Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum couldn’t affect An Jing in the slightest.

Watching An Jing gradually disappear, Ouyang Ping then turned to Jiang Renyi and asked, “Do you really hate your father so much?”

“Do you know what he has done, Second Elder?”

A hint of sorrow flashed in Jiang Renyi’s eyes as he said, “He killed my wife. Did you know that she was with child? With his cultivation, it’s impossible for him not to have noticed. Jiang Shang took the lives of my wife and unborn child.”

“How could I not hate him? I hate him so much I could drink his blood and eat his flesh.”

Ouyang Ping looked at the distant sandstorm and sighed deeply.

In fact, amidst the wind, neither gatherings nor partings are within one’s control.

Every person has truly set foot in this territory.

….

Entering the Emperor’s Mausoleum, darkness surrounded him, like an ice cellar or an unknown abyss.

An Jing could not sense any qi mechanism nor see anything, and the path ahead had transformed from stairs into a wide road.

Darkness was all around him, and he could only keep moving forward without knowing how long he had walked, when a green light suddenly appeared in the distance.

Boom!

Then the green light burst into flames, igniting a blaze of green fire.

Yin Fire!

This was a flame that could form only when the concentration of Yin Energy reached an extreme level. Even on White Bone Mountain, where Yin Evil Qi was exceedingly dense, such terrifying Yin Fire had never appeared.

Suddenly, the Imperial Jade Seal of the Great Zhou Dynasty that An Jing was carrying emitted a scorching light, illuminating the darkness around him.

And in the distance, the darkness seemed to tremble, and a rumbling sound reached An Jing’s ears.

In front of him was an endless array of soldiers clad in black armor. Of course, there could not be any living people here. The armor was of an ancient style, and an icy chill of Yin Energy emanated from the soldiers.

Yin Soldiers!

These Yin Soldiers exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring presence. Upon closer inspection, there were far more than tens of thousands, extending endlessly, like the darkness itself, with no end in sight.

Based solely on its scale, the mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty could be deemed the largest in the world. After all, the Qin Dynasty was truly a united dynasty with ancestral lands. As the saying goes, the ancestral dragon sweeps across the six directions, what other figure commands such respect? With seventy thousand convicts, construction began on the slopes of Lishan.

Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the formidable forces of Yin Soldiers dissolved into nothingness as if they had never been there at all.

It was said that the construction of this tomb involved conscripting more than seven hundred thousand civilians and a hundred thousand soldiers – unmatched in ancient and modern times.

The Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum was constructed to mirror the layout of the Imperial City of the Great Qin Dynasty, with an inner and outer city, including a main hall, resting quarters, side halls, the Imperial Study Room, and the Golden Throne Hall.

Rumors say that the Great Qin Dynasty reversed Qian and Kun, turning Yin to Yang and Yang to Yin, with heaven below and earth above, out of sight from the sun, where ghosts appear and men hide, potentially connecting to the rumored Fengdu Hell.

One day, the emperors of the Great Qin Dynasty could return to the human world from Fengdu.

Further rumors suggest that countless Sect experts and rebels were killed and buried within the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum. It contains the Mystical Sect’s supreme secret techniques, which could turn these people into guards of the mausoleum, serving as ghostly generals forever, unable to transcend afterlife for eternity.

The tales of the Great Qin Dynasty’s Emperor’s Mausoleum are numerous. Inside, there are several tombs of the Great Qin Dynasty’s emperors, especially those of two Martial Arts Emperors who consumed True Dragon Essence Blood. It was precisely because of this that the Great Qin Dynasty could endure for so long.

“There is actually a Mysterious Sect Array here.”

An Jing, sensing the qi mechanism around him, furrowed his brows.

He had cultivated the Daluo Heart Method and the Ghost Valley Heart Method, making him a high-level expert of the Mystical Sect lineage and thus very sensitive to the Mystical Sect Array around him.

In the Great Qin Dynasty and during the middle period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Mystical Sect was the foremost Daoist sect. And now, the Emperor’s Mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty actually contained a Mystical Sect’s array—what was the connection between the two?

As An Jing’s cultivation grew higher and his perception of Heavenly Human Communication deepened, he could not only probe the qi mechanism but also understand the causes and consequences of events more clearly.

The formations of the Mystical Sect contain vast mysteries and grand maneuvers, stealing the creation forces of heaven and earth for their own use. Although from the outside these emperor’s mausoleums appear utterly ordinary, without the slightest similarity, the inside hides a Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed, reshaping the Five Elements and yin and yang, forming an independent world of Qian and Kun. They not only confuse the will of heaven but can also reverse yin and yang, turning death into life, a method befitting of an Immortal.

An Jing continued to walk forward when suddenly he heard the sound of gurgling water nearby, crisp and pleasing to the ear. However, if one followed the sound, there was no sign of it, as if it were both close at hand and in a distant place.

Soon, the sound of the water gradually faded, and then the world turned a hazy yellow as a large amount of white smoke emerged from all around.

“Could this place be Huangquan Road?”

An Jing’s eyebrows knit together as he looked around. Just when he was about to look back, his heart suddenly contracted and began to thump wildly.

On Huangquan Road, one must never look back.

How could Huangquan Road, which leads to Fengdu Hell, possibly appear in the human world?

Everyone knows Huangquan Road is the path to Fengdu, but now such a path had appeared beneath An Jing’s feet.

Reversing Qiankun, disturbing the order of yin and yang.

“What a grand maneuver.”

An Jing muttered to himself quietly, realizing that he hadn’t even fully entered the tomb, yet he could already sense the unfathomable mysteries within.

It was as if intimating to An Jing that all he had seen so far were petty tricks, and the true techniques were still to come.

…..

North Field, Heavenly Water City.

At this moment, Zongzheng Yue, the princess of the Houjin royal family, stood on top of the city wall gazing southward, with Wanyan Lin, a handsome man with fair complexion and elegant demeanour, beside her.

All of Houjin, including Zongzheng Huachun, knew of Zongzheng Yue’s favor for her exotic pet Wanyan Lin. But since he was not only handsome but also cunning and without the slightest bit of ambition, even though Zongzheng Yue kept him close, Zongzheng Huachun had no reason to intervene.

Just then, a messenger soldier rushed over in haste, “Princess, urgent news from the front line. We have captured Tianfeng Pass and Bai Xiang Valley on the Beihuang Dao line. Now General Jin is leading a large army toward the source city of Beihuang Dao.”

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Zongzheng Yue’s mouth, “Tianfeng Pass is the heart of the northern defense line of Beihuang Dao. Now that Tianfeng Pass has fallen, our military blades can point directly at Yuan City.”

Yuan City, that is the central city of Beihuang Dao. Once Yuan City is captured, crossing You Mountain and Xuwang Mountain will allow direct attacks into the central Capital Road of Great Yan.

How could Wang Shiyi and Ghost Swordsman, who are at odds with each other, possibly withstand the assault of Houjin’s great army and the experts from Great Snow Mountain?

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Wanyan Lin immediately stepped forward with a bow, “Congratulations, Princess.”

“It’s not time yet.”

Zongzheng Yue stretched out her hand to interrupt Wanyan Lin, calmly saying, “Herding the southern livestock, Houjin has waited for over twenty years. This time, we must strike into the capital of Great Yan. The momentary gains or losses of one city or another are trivial. What’s most important is capturing the entire Yan Country and expanding it into the map of Houjin.”

Wanyan Lin earnestly said, “Now that Great Yan faces Zhao Country to the south, plus the watchful eyes of the Southern Barbarians, their southern war situation is already at a disadvantage, teetering on the brink of collapse. Behind Wang Shiyi, there are no reinforcements, and Beihuang Dao will eventually fall into the hands of Houjin.”

“Hahaha!”

Zongzheng Yue couldn’t help laughing upon hearing this.

The situation for Houjin is indeed exceptionally favorable at present. Zongzheng Huachun has acquired a strand of Earth Vein Spirit, advancing his cultivation greatly, and with the tides of Houjin’s offense bring continuous victory reports from the front, if Zongzheng Huachun can reach the Great Grandmaster status in this opportunity, he might achieve what ancient and present emperors have not, becoming the sole ruler of this world.

A few moments after, Zongzheng Yue looked into the distance and spoke softly, “Now it all depends on whether Grandfather Gan can bring back that True Dragon Essence Blood. This time, I am at fault for losing a Purple Sun Token. I hope it doesn’t lead to any mishaps.”

Zongzheng Yue’s Grandfather Gan was none other than Taiyin Kui, the guardian god of the great grasslands.

Wanyan Lin said, “Taiyin Kui is a Grandmaster of Five Qi Returning to Origin, who can already sense the heavenly mandate and is half a step into the realm of Immortals. The princess can rest assured.”

Zongzheng Yue’s smile deepened. “I just like the words you speak, listening to them is comforting.”

Wanyan Lin promptly replied, “Every word I spoke is the truth.”

Zongzheng Yue glanced at Wanyan Lin and then said, “I shall go back to take a bath first, you may come directly to the sleeping hall later.”

With that, Zongzheng Yue made her way down towards the city.

“Yes!”

Wanyan Lin bowed his head, not raising it until Zongzheng Yue had disappeared.

“Heading south to herd horses?”

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he took a secret letter from his sleeve, written in the official script of Houjin: A large army is coming from the shadowy path of Tianyin, suspected to be the Pingyang Guard of Great Yan.

Wanyan Lin clenched his palm fiercely and the secret letter instantly turned to scraps, fading into the wind with a flick of his hand.

……

The Emperor’s Mausoleum was shrouded in darkness.

An Jing carried his sword box on his back, walking on the path of the yellow springs as gusts of Yin Evil Qi continually assaulted him, stirring up chilling bone-piercing winds.

Here, the division between heaven and earth was clear cut: the earth was permeated with black Yin Evil Qi, and white vapor floated around, with the only difference being the dead gray sky and the earthy yellow road.

An Jing walked calmly on this earthy yellow path, with boundless plains stretching out on both sides, enshrouded in white fog that obscured whatever secrets they held.

After an indeterminate distance, the earthy yellow path began to widen, and at twenty feet across, the seemingly endless path finally came to an end.

“Hmm!?”

An Jing paused and looked up, only to see a huge archway at the end of the road, seemingly leading directly to the heart of the Emperor’s Mausoleum, the underground palace of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the burial place of the Qin emperors.

At that moment, flames were resplendently flickering with light.

Without hesitation, An Jing quickened his pace and passed through the archway, and the scene before him completely took him by surprise.

There were cauldrons of fire, inexplicably burning for thousands of years without ceasing, yet the flames emitted a spine-chilling pale green hue.

And at the center of the firelight was a small mountain, several dozens of feet high, built entirely of gold. Under the faint firelight, the glare of gold seemed almost piercing to the eyes.

This was a genuinely solid mountain of gold!

Who could have imagined that in this place, at the guarding site of the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum, there would be a mountain of gold? Merely moving this mountain of gold out would be an inestimable fortune.

An Jing stood beneath the mountain of gold, appearing utterly insignificant.

“Who dares disturb the Emperor’s rest?!”

At that moment, an utterly cold voice surged forth, as if it had turned into tangible sound waves that struck out.

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PS: I will pull myself together tomorrow, aiming to resume updating with ten thousand words.