The atmosphere instantly became tense.
In the dimly lit tomb, a group of people held their breath.
Before them, a group of children's ghosts displayed expressions of rage.
Onmyoji like Guizhu were among the primary culprits responsible for constructing this tomb.
Without the assistance of Guizhu and his kin, this tomb could not have been completed so quickly, and the deaths of the children within the tomb were also inextricably linked to Guizhu.
It was precisely because of this that the gaze of these children became exceptionally fierce.
"It's over, we've been exposed. So many vengeful spirits, even with our leader present, it's probably..."
The voice of an Onmyoji beside him was low, lacking any conviction.
Clearly, even with Guizhu present, it would be impossible to pass through here safely.
Guizhu was aware of this fact, and therefore, he had already made a decision in his heart.
"It seems this expedition is fraught with peril, but we must ensure that the Divine Emperor's remains are returned to the Holy City."
Guizhu spoke indifferently, his weapons already in hand. A talisman in his left hand and a horsetail whisk in his right.
He appeared extremely mysterious.
"Yes, Great Leader! The Divine Emperor's remains will surely return to the Holy Land safely!"
An elder Onmyoji shouted with fervor.
Following this, they too drew their weapons.
The spirits of the children were not to be trifled with. Tears streaked the faces of the young spirits as their resentment surged.
As one child lunged forward rapidly, the battle commenced.
"Guiming! Puxian Vajra! Ba'e Mojang! Great Wrathful One! Crushing! Terror! Holy Wrathful Speaker! Akala!"
"I respectfully invite! The descent of all gods and true immortals! To bind ghosts and subdue evil! Eradicate the hundred ghosts! Urgently as the law commands!"
"Divine Edict of Thunder and Lightning! Urgently as the law commands!"
"..."
Behind them, countless Onmyoji chanted incantations.
Attacks and spirit-summoning spells were unleashed, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
The soldier captain had never witnessed such a spectacle and stood dumbfounded with his men.
Upon closer inspection, the terminology and attack methods of the Onmyoji were essentially identical to those of Taoist priests in Xia Country.
This indicated that the Onmyoji of Fujishi Country were, in essence, a branch of a certain Taoist lineage.
"Wuwu..."
Within the tomb, flashes of sword light and the glint of blades constantly flickered, while the young ghosts were continuously slain.
Despite being children, their heavy resentment, coupled with their sheer numbers, began to overwhelm dozens of Onmyoji.
Guizhu alone was fending off the attacks of hundreds of children's spirits. He knew they could not afford to continue this prolonged struggle, or none would escape.
"Look, what is that!"
Suddenly, Longjing's voice echoed throughout the tomb.
Everyone's attention was drawn by his cry, and their gazes involuntarily followed.
There, amidst the throng of ghostly children, a little girl stood conspicuously.
A strange smile played on her lips.
The next moment, her head spun a full circle.
"You killed my parents, I will make you die."
A mournful cry emanated from her lips.
Most of these children were only a few years old, many with no memories. This child, however, was clearly the eldest.
When Guizhu and his group had plundered them, they had evidently dealt with any parents unwilling to hand over their children.
"This resentment..."
Sensing the malevolent energy emanating from the little girl, the surrounding Onmyoji's legs began to tremble.
Suddenly, the little girl opened her mouth, and a powerful suction emanated from it.
The surrounding spirits were visibly devoured by her, and the color of the little girl deepened with each soul consumed.
Eventually, the little girl's form turned a blood-red hue.
"This is... a Red-Clad Ghost!"
Guizhu's hand trembled.
A Red-Clad Ghost was a formidable entity, difficult for even them to deal with collectively, let alone with so many other vengeful child spirits surrounding it.
"Is this divine retribution?"
"Or karma..."
The situation allowed Guizhu no time for contemplation.
He cast his gaze upon the surrounding Onmyoji.
"Everyone, I hope you will make your final contribution to our Fujishi Country!"
"The Divine Emperor's remains must return to the Holy City!"
Guizhu's hoarse voice grew louder.
His intention was clear.
You will be the cannon fodder, and I must escape with the Divine Emperor's remains.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the elder Onmyoji instantly turned grim.
They were accustomed to living lives of prominence; who would be willing to go to their deaths now?
"Great Leader, Fujishi Country cannot afford to lose us!"
"Exactly, Great Leader! Wouldn't it be better if we broke through together?"
"Great Leader..."
Pleading filled the faces of those around him, for Guizhu was by far the most capable among them.
"Don't you understand? In this situation, I don't even have absolute confidence of escaping!"
Guizhu roared, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw a talisman.
The next moment, he blurred and vanished, already clutching the Divine Emperor's remains.
The talisman flew directly towards the Red-Clad little girl.
As the talisman neared the girl's head, it transformed into a golden light, and a bolt of golden lightning struck her.
The little girl slowly closed her mouth, which was larger than a bowl, and gazed coldly at the group.
The next instant, the little girl dissolved into a red streak and vanished from her spot.
"What was that..."
Before an Onmyoji could finish his sentence, a scream was heard, and his head separated from his body.
"Bad! Resist quickly!"
Longjing shouted.
At this moment, Guizhu's figure had long since disappeared.
His intention was to have these people distract the little girl while he made his escape.
"Damn it, the Great Leader actually abandoned us and ran off alone."
"He's directly using us as shields!"
"It's over..."
Despair washed over the group.
Meanwhile, Guizhu, weaving through the ghosts, was not faring well. Despite his formidable strength, his body had sustained injuries from the attacks of numerous vengeful spirits.
The most challenging aspect was protecting the corpse from damage, which was paramount.
Guizhu continuously threw talismans, moving at an incredible speed.
In a matter of seconds, he reached the tomb passage that served as the original exit.
Behind him, tragic screams continued to ring out.
Guizhu's expression remained unchanged. Dragging his battered body, he leaped and indeed emerged from the tomb.
Upon exiting, he immediately produced another talisman and sealed the entire tomb.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard."
After completing his actions, Guizhu muttered to himself, his body involuntarily trembling.
Half of the Onmyoji had perished from within; the number of Onmyoji in Fujishi Country now did not exceed thirty.
This was undoubtedly the deadliest incident in their history.
"I will find you."
Guizhu gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tian was unaware that a group of unfortunate souls had been nearly wiped out due to his machinations.
At this moment, Zhang Tian lay in the back seat of the car, next to Zhang Qilin.
Enjoying the day's warm sunlight.
"Qilin, when we get back, let's go to Tiangong."
Zhang Tian said lazily.
With their current strength, they were more than capable of venturing into the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace!
Zhang Qilin's eyes slowly opened. He gave a soft hum.
"Boss, for some reason, Fatty has been in a particularly good mood lately. It seems something incredible has happened."
Fatty, who was driving, had a wide smile on his face.
"Perhaps a fairy sister is looking favorably upon you."
Zhang Tian teased. Fatty was about to retort but swallowed his words back.
Seeing Fatty's suppressed response, everyone else burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became lighthearted.
Time passed, and several hours later.
On Guizhu's end, a helicopter landed. Upon seeing the remains of the former Divine Emperor, the Secretary-General of Fujishi Country was dumbfounded.
How could Lord Guizhu have dug up the remains?