Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
Hei was amazed they got this far without anything coming at them.
“We finally found it.”
Ah’Miao and Hei entered the prismatic tunnel.
Upon exiting, they finally felt like they were in the tomb proper, with the view opening up and a black river below that carried floating and endless corpses.
The river had stone trees growing out of it, filled with flowers.
The stone trees here had a hazy glow about them, filled with thick death energy.
Ah’Miao found the sight even more familiar. “Flood Dragon Hei, this is it. I remember a stone house up ahead. That’s where the inheritance is!”
The black river was treacherous, with shrill cries echoing from it every second, burring into one’s skull so that none would ever forget the dread and agony it conveyed.
The hellish landscape wasn’t complete without its own form of creepy and nasty creatures. Ghastly forms would come out of the water and swallow the floating corpses.
This place reeked of death. And if that wasn’t enough, the countless eyes bearing down on Ah’Miao and Hei made their skin crawl.
The only silver lining in all of this was that the grotesque shapes would never leave the black river.
Despite knowing that they were just cold, dead stares, it didn’t offer the duo much comfort.
There still was a very real danger of losing their lives at the smallest slip-up. Hence, Ah’Miao and Hei followed the river with extreme caution.
The sides were not devoid of death either, littered with skeletons and corpses. Strangely enough, none gave off any rotting smell, perhaps because they belonged to some truly powerful beings.
The ancient attire was unlike any from Ghost Province, but they all felt so lifelike. If it wasn’t for the thick air of death surrounding the bodies, one might mistake them for being alive.
One other crucial fact was they could be dead for thousands of years, yet were still throbbing with power.
It was a power beyond the Nine Province Continent’s Immortal Slayer, its strongest. Such powerful auras could only mean they were immortals once.
Ah’Miao and Hei couldn’t even begin to guess why so many immortals died in this tomb.
What they did know, however, was that this place was shrouded in mystery. And every mystery hid an ancient secret.
Walking on the shore, Ah’Miao found the place more and more familiar.
They soon arrived at a stone house.
It was like how Ah’Miao remembered, just as old, plain, and large.
Once inside, they were met with a jade coffin. It was transparent and covered in ancient markings. The body inside looked so lifelike, but the strange mist stopped the two from seeing its face.
Other than that, it had the typically terrifyingly strong immortal power like the other corpses outside.
Ah’Miao, is this the immortal inheritance you mentioned?”
Hei asked.
“En, it’s inside this coffin.” Ah’Miao spoke.
“Inside?”
Hei went for a closer look, but he hardly approached when he felt a tremendous pressure falling on his shoulders.
He was blown back with a grunt, forced to cough up blood from the heavy wound he sustained.
Ah’Miao cried out in fright. “Flood Dragon Hei, a-are you alright?”
Hei was pale as he wiped the blood from his mouth. “I’m fine, but are you sure the immortal inheritance is inside there?
“I almost got killed by the force it unleashed.”
Ah’Miao wasn’t sure. [Could the coffin have gone through changes over the last centuries?]
“Let me try.”
“Don’t. You’re not strong enough to take its the blowback.” Hei warned.
Ah’Miao had far lower cultivation and would end up a splatter on the wall.
Her eyes steeled. “Hei, we managed to get this far, and I’m not about to give up at the end.”
Hei sighed, knowing he couldn’t convince her. “Just be careful.”
“I will.”
Ah’Miao took a deep breath and inched closer to the jade coffin.
Hei was tense, fearing for Ah’Miao’s life. But the next second he relaxed as Ah’Miao didn’t suffer the same attack even as it got closer than him.
She also breathed easier as she opened the coffin. The jade coffin shone in a brilliant glow, covering Ah’Miao in it.
She just stood there, accepting the baptism. Countless cryptic and ancient markings flew out and swirled around Ah’Miao.
Hei was shocked and curious. [Is she receiving the inheritance?]
But not worried, hoping she would receive the jade coffin’s immortal inheritance.
Hei stood guard, waiting for her to finish and leave this blasted place. But then, something stirred outside the stone house.
As the earth shook, howls followed. Hei left the house to see what went on.
He noticed three figures in the distance coming closer, along the black river. In the lead was an old woman with a flat face and smashing any enemy with her cane.
By her side was an aloof girl in black, cold as ice, and waving her immortal sword all over the place as she cut all those grotesque creatures jumping out of the river.
The last person was a stalwart man with ox horns.
He just stood behind and watched the area with a frown as he let the woman and girl do all the work.
Hei gasped as he noticed the man. [Isn’t he Myriad Mountains’s Touba Ye?!]
[What’s he doing here?]
Touba Ye noticed him as well, just as puzzled by his appearance.
“You there, hiding in that stone house like a rat, why do you look like Myriad Mountains’ Flood Dragon Hei?”