Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 215 Kaihuang Mausoleum
The black earth is covered with gravel.
During Xia Xingzhong's trip, more than a dozen people of advanced age entered here with him.
They were all stunned when they saw the endless black sky that stretched from the sky to the earth and to the left and right.
"Dark Prison of Dark Wind? How can there be such a large-scale dark prison?"
"This size is a bit too big."
"How many ghost soldiers and generals are stationed here?"
Seeing this huge wall, they all had a bad feeling.
Whoosh whoosh——
The storm rose as if to welcome them.
"Descendants of Xia Yuanhong?"
A huge sound came from the other side of the black wall.
"Yes, Xia Yuanhong is the ancestor."
An old man with white hair and beard and wrinkles around his eyes said this in a wheelchair.
His wheelchair has a transparent shell with a silver liquid like hydraulic oil flowing inside. That is secret mercury, and there are at least dozens of kilograms of it in his wheelchair.
His voice spread out, shaking the whole area, and all the gravel within sight was shattered into pieces, turning into powder that floated in the wind.
"Xia family, why didn't you help us three hundred years ago!"
"Have you all forgotten our agreement?"
"You are treacherous!"
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Compared to Qiao Ji 's kindness when he was here, the appearance of Xia Xingzhong and his group was met with angry roars, and the other side of the wall was accusing them.
The old man sat in a wheelchair, his calm voice overturned all the roars, "The dynasty founded by our ancestors was overthrown, and our bloodline was slaughtered. It was not because we were treacherous, but because we could not protect ourselves at that time."
His voice penetrated, stopping the roar on the other side of the black wall.
Well, it's been a rough time for me.
"Now, we represent China and are here to help you solve your problem."
"Can we still trust you humans?"
The old man said calmly: "The forces of the underworld have frequently invaded the world. Although we have repelled them, they are still determined to do evil. We have a common enemy."
There was a slight silence on the other side of the black wall. There was sound of argument but it was blurred out.
Soon, a voice answered: "The Black Mountain is 300 miles to the west. Only by destroying it can we escape. They have not yet completely occupied this world. I can sense my people, they are still fighting in various places."
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Two huge, pale green moons appeared, but upon closer inspection, they were not moons, but two balls of ghostly light, reflecting a huge skeleton figure.
Everyone's spirits tensed up.
"The Ghost King is coming, you go first!" a reminder came from the other side of the black wall.
"Is this the Ghost King?" Xia Xingzhong asked in surprise, "This is quite different from the Ghost Kings we dealt with before."
The Ghost King in the past didn’t seem to be so powerful. He was just at the level of an ordinary earth-level psychic.
"This is a canonized ghost king, not a self-righteous wild ghost." Another old man with a cane explained.
"Yes, it's different. It's much stronger. This skeletal body alone can crush a large number of wild ghost kings with one foot."
The old man in the wheelchair spoke, his voice drowning out the idle chatter , "Where is the way to get here from the real world?"
"Are you sure you want to enter from the living world?" The voice from the other side of the black wall was a little surprised. "Aren't you afraid of a counterattack from the underworld?"
"We have our own plans."
"Well, Xia Yuanhong received a chariot from our clan back then. With it, he can open a passage and go in and out of the two worlds. There should be only one ghost king in this area, but there were thirteen who attacked us. You have to be careful."
"Thank you for letting us know. Please wait for us for a while."
"We've been trapped for three hundred years. There's no harm in waiting a little longer."
The old man in the wheelchair already knew the answer he wanted and said, "Prepare to return."
Xia Xingzhong thought of the nine stone statues, so he asked, "Excuse me, what are the nine dragon stone statues used for?"
"Ryuko?"
"What dragon?"
"A stone statue of a dragon?"
"Has any of us ever been to the human world?"
"Whose child?"
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There was a discussion on the other side of the black wall. Finally, the voice talking to the old man in the wheelchair said, "If you are asking about the nine stone statues we gave to Xia Yuanhong back then, those were the nine spiritual coordinates that we sealed for him using dragon power. Each of them was a great demon clan that was wreaking havoc in his country."
Nine spiritual realm coordinates?
nine?
Xia Xingzhong asked casually, but he didn't expect to get such a shocking answer.
"Walk!"
The old man in the wheelchair roared, the ground broke apart, dust flew everywhere, and everyone was directly shaken out of the spiritual realm.
The next second, a huge bony foot stepped towards the place where they had just been, turning it into a deep pit.
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After leaving the Dragon Spirit Realm, Xia Xingzhong and his group were still in shock.
Xia Xingzhong's last casual question actually brought them a huge unexpected gain.
"Oh my god, nine spiritual realms?"
The old man with the cane asked in surprise, "Are we so close to the entrance to other spiritual realms?"
A middle-aged woman next to Xia Xingzhong said, "When Emperor Taizu was conquering the world, there were indeed records of demons rampaging and Taizu quelled them with his sword, but there are only a few words in the official history. On the contrary, there are many records in other classics of that period. I should be able to find the problem by comparing the documents. The records of demons should have decreased after that period."
They were all suppressed and put into nine stone statues. The number of records kept by the people should have dropped significantly. You can tell by comparing this matter a little.
"Where is the chariot? Does anyone know which cultural relic the chariot is? Have we ever seen it?" asked the old man with a cane.
"I don't remember. The chariot should not have appeared." The middle-aged woman replied, very confident in her memory.
"If this chariot given by the dragon clan accompanied Emperor Taizu in battles throughout his life, it should be buried with him and is now in the imperial mausoleum."
"The Imperial Tomb?"
"Do you want to open the imperial tomb?"
"Opening the Imperial Mausoleum is not an easy task."
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The imperial mausoleum has been opened before. Isn’t there an imperial mausoleum base now?
But with so many emperors and so many imperial tombs in history, why did they only open one?
It is because it is very dangerous to open the imperial tomb. The ancient emperors would have people buried alive with them. They thought that even after they died, they would continue to be emperors in the underworld.
Before their death, they would allow loyal and brave ministers who died before them to be buried with them in the imperial mausoleum.
For an emperor who lived longer, his tomb would become an underworld empire.
To open the imperial mausoleum would mean a fight with the underworld empire. They had suffered a loss when the imperial mausoleum was opened in the first place.
And that was just the tomb of an emperor who was not good at martial arts, did not accomplish much, and did not live long.
Now, if we want to find a dragon chariot that can cross the border, we have to open the tomb of Xia Yuanhong, the founding emperor who has been in office for more than 60 years...
He has outlasted many ministers and generals. It can be expected that opening his imperial tomb will mean facing a powerful underworld empire.
