Inside the Astronomical Research Institute.
"Professor Liang, is all of this real? It feels a bit like a dream."
"And their arrangement is so regular, there's actually a phoenix hidden within the entire White Tiger Star Array."
"Even if I look ten more times, I can't figure out how this was done, how a Vermilion Bird could appear within the entire White Tiger Star Chain."
Little An on the side was full of shock.
And disbelief.
He had studied star arrangements for so many years, and had studied countless constellations.
He had never seen such a formidable formation before.
"Alas, this is all lost Xia culture. In a strict sense, feng shui is also a cultural heritage of Xia."
"These things are truly rare, not to mention the arrangement of stars, but I still haven't figured out his technique."
Professor Liang sighed.
He felt a sense of helplessness. In his entire life, this was the first time he had been defeated by a young man.
The two stopped speaking and simultaneously turned their gaze to the screen.
On the screen, the figures seemed to pause for a moment of thought.
"Let's break the formation. Even if we can't break it, we can't get out. Besides, what's there to fear from children?"
Zhang Tian said indifferently, at the same time, he took out the powder he had obtained earlier.
As soon as the coffin opened, Zhang Tian would sprinkle the powder, to see if it had any effect.
Hu Bayi nodded at this, and with a wave of his hand, a black coffin was pushed forward. In the next moment, the coffin was slammed into the center.
Immediately, with a rumble, the entire tomb chamber, spanning hundreds of meters, resounded with noise.
Following that, all the coffins began to change positions as if they had received a command.
"Oh my god, it's moving! It's moving on its own, and it's so fast!"
Fatty shouted from the side.
Everyone watched the densely packed coffins constantly rearranging themselves, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
"Brother Hu, what are these coffins?"
Wu Tianzhen asked curiously.
"The formation is broken. The one I pushed into the center just now was the last coffin. You can think of it as the last straw that broke the camel's back."
Hu Bayi explained in as simple terms as possible.
Wu Tianzhen nodded, as if he understood.
"So that's how it is. Then, Young Master Zhang, can we leave now?"
Wu Tianzhen asked with a smile.
"No, the coffins are about to open."
Zhang Tian said indifferently.
Wu Tianzhen's smiling face instantly froze.
Good heavens, it would have been better not to ask.
"Tianzhen, look at you. Now, Fatty can't die peacefully anymore."
Wang Banyue teased from the side.
In fact, he was no longer afraid, because with Zhang Tian and the others, he had a backing and was not afraid.
"Fatty, shut up!"
Wu Tianzhen glared at Fatty. How could this guy be more annoying than a snow leopard?
While Wu Tianzhen and the other were talking, the surrounding coffins made a sound.
Then, all the coffins stopped changing positions, and the original eight great formations had disappeared.
In their place was a giant character for "Death".
And Zhang Tian and the others were at the very bottom of this "Death" character.
"As the saying goes, 'Death' hangs above, and if you can't get out by the seventh day, Boss, this thing is unlucky."
Fatty exclaimed from the side.
"Fatty, aren't you stating the obvious? When have you ever seen the character 'Death' be lucky?"
Zhang Tian was speechless.
"Be careful."
Suddenly, Zhang Qilin spoke sharply, and at the same time, the Black Gold Ancient Saber was held before his chest.
Clearly in a combat stance.
Zhang Tian also sensed something was wrong and held his ancient sword in front of him.
The character for "Death" was trembling, as if someone would pop out at any moment.
"We've pushed them too far. Xu Fu is truly ruthless. Even if the formation is broken, he wants the ones who break it to be buried with these malevolent spirits."
Zhang Tian said coldly.
Xu Fu's plan was quite ingenious. To break such a formation would require at least several top-tier formation masters.
And he had four small islands guarding the main tomb chamber, meaning it would take at least forty top formation masters to enter.
But where in the world could there be so many experts like Hu Bayi?
"Ka ka ka."
Amidst the serious expressions of the group, the coffin lids began to make cracking sounds.
At the same time, the lids gradually began to slide downwards.
It was clear that the coffin lids were about to open.
It was hard to imagine what a magnificent scene it would be when over eight hundred coffins opened simultaneously.
In the dark tomb, only the sound of coffin lids rubbing against each other could be heard.
An evil wind blew, and a chilling aura swept through.
Then, one by one, the coffin lids slowly slid off.
In Zhang Tian's eyes, pale little hands slowly emerged from inside the coffins.
Accompanied by gusts of chilling wind, Zhang Tian felt a chill.
"I can't believe the legend is true. Were tens of thousands of children really buried here? There are nearly a thousand here, so where are the rest?"
Zhang Tian murmured, involuntarily swallowing.
"Boss, what are you muttering about? The lids have opened, and there's nothing there."
Fatty asked with a puzzled look.
"Let your wife show you."
Zhang Tian replied abruptly.
"Feifei, please."
Fatty was also full of curiosity when he heard this.
The next moment, the Kunlun Sacred Wood around his neck began to shake, and a red aura flowed into Fatty's eyes.
"Holy crap, there are so many!"
"Holy cow, Boss, hurry up and run!"
When Fatty opened his eyes again, he was stunned.
Good heavens, standing beside countless coffins were children whose faces were ashen as if smeared with lime.
Those children had pale faces, with streaks of red smeared on their cheeks.
A red auspicious mark was dotted on their foreheads.
Ancient people liked to put a dot on a child's forehead, which symbolized auspiciousness, and also represented divine boys and girls in the sky, which was a custom.
However, by today, this tradition had become increasingly rare, and children's foreheads were generally no longer adorned with dots.
At this moment, in Fatty's eyes, the children stood like an army of ghosts, their heads hanging low, pale and standing in front of their coffins.
And on their chests, chains like coiling dragons passed through their chests, linking them all together.
Those children were like black snakes, strung together, which reminded Zhang Tian of a term, human centipede, but this was a ghost centipede!
"It's so cold. Young Master Zhang, the coffins are open, and there's nothing here. How about we retreat for now?"
Wang Banyue instinctively felt a sense of foreboding.
Why was there such a chilling wind?
Wu Tianzhen also shivered, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.
Zhang Qilin's expression was grave. Even he could not deal with what was before him.
Children's resentment was the heaviest, even more so than those who died unjustly or by hanging themselves.
Not to mention being strung together by iron chains to form a coiling dragon.
This was already considered a ghostly weapon.
"Boss, can we run?"
Fatty swallowed. Wang Fei resolutely played dead. Who would dare to go?
"What's wrong, Boss?"
Hu Bayi asked, confused.
"Use your Bagua mirror to take a look."
Zhang Tian gestured.
Hu Bayi manipulated the Bagua mirror with his hand, and the next moment, a golden light shone on the mirror.
When Hu Bayi saw the scene before him, he was dumbfounded.