Chapter 158

Wei Yuan, Zhang Shaorong, and Dong Yuefeng fell into the trap, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over everyone's heads. In an instant, everyone calmed down from the excitement of finding the true Mo family inheritance. This was not the relic they had visited before.

This was Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, the resting place of the emperor who had established a great cause in the Age of Gods.

It contained the last traces of the Mo family and mechanisms worthy of being recorded in the historical records.

"Leave some people here, and the rest will explore forward."

"Keep in touch, and everyone be careful."

The Daoist who had been granted the Five Thunder Talisman (wu lei fu) mobilized his Qi and finally noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be a strange force suppressing their cultivation methods here. Moreover, this was, after all, the mausoleum of the First Emperor, accumulating extremely vast Yin energy.

His Five Thunder Method (wu lei fa) was greatly suppressed.

Most of the other cultivators also discovered this, but still chose to continue forward. The Daoist was silent for a moment, then nodded, leading the researchers who strongly requested to go, and the practitioners from the Wang and Li families, slowly forward.

They raised their vigilance along the way, using talismans and magical artifacts as if they were free.

Wang Guanghe raised a talisman and shield, frowning and saying, "Is there something wrong with the size here?"

"We've been walking for so long, and we still haven't left this area?"

Everyone's heart sank slightly. They took out modern equipment such as mobile phones and found that these devices could not be used, as if the electronic components had lost their proper function. Wang Guanghe silently calculated his pace in his heart, feeling a sinking sensation.

They had already walked through the width of the real Chang'an City.

But this underground palace tomb, modeled after Chang'an City, still hadn't been traversed?

This was not normal.

Was it the Mo family's mechanism art?

Wang Guanghe murmured in his heart, subconsciously tightening the weapon in his hand.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, the view ahead suddenly opened up, but it was dug deeper than the part they had just passed. The people walking in front staggered, almost falling down, but everyone's mood suddenly relaxed.

They were out!

But when they stood in this newly arrived place, their expressions changed. Vast, the first feeling was vast. The boundless front did not seem like the level a mausoleum should have at all. In front of them, they could see vaguely majestic and somber sights.

"Xianyang City..."

Wang Guanghe murmured.

He had a strong feeling in his heart.

The feeling here was almost like a military drill ground.

And behind them, they had crossed such a long burial area, the vanguard, the central army, the rearguard, the left flank, the right flank, countless independent burial tombs. Now, recalling it, it was simply one organized legion after another. They were transformed into Qin terracotta warriors, guarding in front of Xianyang City.

How many?

Tens of thousands?

Or hundreds of thousands?

Wang Guanghe felt a chill run down his spine, and the hair on his neck stood on end. They were between the Qin army and Xianyang City, on the military drill ground. The killing intent lurking in history made his heart beat faster.

At this time, the many cultivators who had previously maintained peace fell silent for a moment.

Then they suddenly dispersed.

Ahead was the true meaning of the mausoleum, where Qin Shi Huang truly was. Even the candles used were made of mermaid fat, which was almost extinct and rarely seen in modern times. If there was a basis for cooperation before, then after seeing the Mo family's books, no one knew what was inside the real inner city.

No one wanted to lag behind.

The Daoist only protected most of the researchers.

Instead, he retreated, but found that after entering here, he could no longer go back. His expression sank, and his mind raced. This was Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, and the interior had mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, with the sun, moon, and stars, forming its own world.

It seemed that it was almost impossible to get out.

Moreover, this place was connected to the earth's veins below, and contained the body of the deceased king in the middle, as well as countless Qin soldiers and terracotta warriors, and the buried craftsmen. The Yin energy was heavy and suppressed. Supernatural powers like the Five Thunder Method (wu lei fa) were greatly weakened. In contrast, it was likely that Yin soul-related spells would be enhanced.

Wang Guanghe rushed to the front of Xianyang City's gate first.

In front of the city gate, two Great Qin golden men, identical to the ones they had seen before, stood silently.

They were fully armored, holding huge battle halberds, silent and solemn, with a soaring murderous aura.

Wang Guanghe took out a general's command token and shouted loudly:

"I am a descendant of Marquis Wucheng, order you to intercept the people behind and open the city gate."

"I want to see His Majesty!"

Everyone's heart instantly became anxious.

He wanted to take it all for himself!

The two golden men opened their eyes.

They raised their weapons.

A chilling sound rose up, like the roar of a tiger. One on the left and one on the right, crisscrossing and slashing down. The cold light was like autumn frost, spreading out calmly, with a chill. In an instant, everyone felt cold all over, and their movements froze slightly. Wang Guanghe, who had rushed forward, suddenly stopped.

He was heavily thrown backward.

Fresh blood spurted out from his back, and the command token was thrown out, landing on the ground.

Wang Guanghe crashed heavily to the ground.

Fresh blood fell on the ground, staining the white sand red.

The atmosphere stagnated.

Then an unanswerable question arose. Why, why did the command token that had been effective just now lose its effect now?! Then everyone quickly found a reasonable explanation. This was the inner palace, with stricter defenses. The command token was effective on the twelve golden men outside.

It had no effect on the twelve golden men guarding the underground palace.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

At this time, a group of cultivators who had previously been lagging behind still had calm expressions. The leader sneered: "The Langya Wang family has really declined. Coming to the imperial tomb without making preparations in advance? The Yin energy here is heavy, and with two thousand and two hundred years of earth Qi continuing, it is not suitable for ordinary people to fight."

"You can exert 30% of your strength, which is the result of your hard work in cultivation on weekdays."

"Unless, you are ghost cultivators."

As the cultivator spoke, he placed the weapon in his hand on the ground. It was densely covered with a kind of array pattern. Even people with low cultivation could see that the cost of this thing was not cheap, and the researchers immediately recognized the weapon.

"This is, a Han sword?!"

"No, it's a sword and shield!"

If Wei Yuan was here, he would be able to recognize the special nature of these two weapons.

This was something similar to the Nine-Section Staff.

If the weapon was held by a hero who had experienced life and death, the hero's true spirit would remain in the weapon for a long time of fighting and experience. It contained the past, memories, emotions, and the accompanying low decree.

This pair of sword and shield lit up.

A strong wind rose, at the cost of completely exhausting the true spirit remaining in this weapon in one breath. The people who once lived in the past were able to appear briefly. The Daoist of the Five Thunder Talisman (wu lei fu) pupils shrank slightly. In the sound, he actually heard a burst of hoarse and deep chanting.

"The great wind rises, the clouds fly..."

"My might extends throughout the land, and I return to my hometown."

"Where can I find brave warriors to guard the four directions!"

The voice was rough and bold.

Finally, the shield swept through the storm. This song, "Ode to the Great Wind," was widely spread, but no one had ever heard anyone sing this song so boldly and sadly. Holding a Han sword, with rough eyebrows, the Marquis of Wu Yang of the Han Dynasty, Fan Kuai, who had once faced the Overlord himself at the Hongmen Banquet, appeared here with a method similar to raising soldiers and Yin spirits.

It was not the real Marquis of Wu Yang, but a pure residue of combat experience and strength.

Behind him appeared the soldiers and horses nurtured by the method of raising soldiers.

Fan Kuai stared indifferently at the two Great Qin golden men, holding a sword and shield, and charged forward.

He raised his shield and held a Han sword. His singing was rough and unpleasant, but no one could say mocking words. This contained the life of the real Fan Kuai, his ambition and achievements. At this moment, without the man he had vowed to protect for life, he was like a fearless beast.

One of the Great Qin golden men was forced back.

The Great Qin golden men faced the famous general who founded the Han Dynasty.

Everyone's scalp tingled, and they tried their best to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

At this time, another similar supernatural power wave overflowed. The true cultivator Daoist turned his eyes and saw only a trace of an afterimage. That was a weapon, yes, a weapon—

A broken spear!

………

Xiang Hongyu opened the door.

Outside the door, he saw a red-clothed woman who resembled a poppy.

Her heroic spirit was bright, which made Xiang Hongyu feel dazed.

But before he could speak, he suddenly groaned, as if a sound had exploded in his ears. Xiang Hongyu's eyes went dark, and with his strength and character, he actually fainted in front of a strange woman.

Before fainting, he heard a voice.

The sound of a spear blade.

And it seemed, it seemed he had heard it thousands of times.

…………

In the Mo family's mechanism in the imperial tomb.

A broken spear struck out, like the Northern Dipper splitting the sky. The spear force directly enveloped the two Great Qin golden men and the Marquis of Wu Yang of the Han Dynasty. It was unreasonable, overbearing, and tyrannical. The two Great Qin golden men were forced back, and Fan Kuai took a few steps back. The battle, which was so fierce that everyone was frightened, separated in an instant.

A dead silence.

It was like a reproduction of a legend.

War horses stepped with graceful steps.

And the man wearing ink-colored armor held a spear, his back straight.

A black war horse appeared in front of Xianyang City for the second time.

Xi Chu Overlord, Xiang Yu!

At this moment, Ame-no-Minaka-Nushi from Japan stepped on the waves of the East Sea. Yu Ji followed the connection of the Overlord's spear blade and found Xiang Hongyu. Before Xianyang City in Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, the Overlord's true spirit contained in the weapons, which was deliberately used by later generations, confronted Fan Kuai, the Marquis of Wu Yang of the Han Dynasty. The bystanders held their breath—as if the last history and legends of the Age of Gods were reproduced, and the heroes of the world were fighting each other.

Only the winner could enter Xianyang.

And at this time,

The Great Qin Halberd-Holding Lieutenant Colonel opened his eyes.

ps: Third update today...

Exhausted, I have been thinking about the next outbreak these two days.

How should I write it to have that feeling, this tense atmosphere? Sleep, sleep, and finish writing tomorrow.

Also, recommend a book to a friend. *Abnormal Blind Date* by Naihe Xiaowangchuan

It's a brain-hole novel with experience of over 10,000 orders. It's definitely worth a try.