My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 910 - 537: Chu Tomb (3-in-1 Bonus - )_3

At this moment, Yin Tingxue suddenly shouted:

"Someone? There's someone over there! I heard a voice!"

She tugged at Chen Yi's sleeve, leading him to look, faintly seeing a figure in the depths.

Chen Yi snapped back to reality, lifted the torch and looked intensely, seeing a person in coarse clothing.

It was Chu Yiyuan?!

Chen Yi quickly walked over. The Incense Master of the White Lotus Sect stood there dumbfounded, eyes vacant, like a carved figure. He wasn't dead, whatever he had gone through was unknown, and behind him was a massive bronze door stained with a dark crimson red.

"Incense Master Chu?" Chen Yi called out softly twice.

He vaguely raised his head, slowly reached a hand toward Chen Yi, a ghastly smile on his face,

"Come... follow me..."

The voice trembled lightly, repeating several times.

This was soul loss, Chen Yi saw at a glance that his soul was missing. Chu Yiyuan's lips buzzed as he repeatedly insisted on Chen Yi and them to follow him.

The bronze door was tightly sealed, as if something was deeply hidden within, Chu Yiyuan's words echoing near his ear, listening longer, the impulse to follow growing stronger.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the divination, and did not rush to call back Chu Yiyuan's soul.

Instead, he slowly said, "How do we get in?"

He wanted to see what was hidden inside.

Chu Yiyuan slowly approached the bronze door, and the symbols on the door seemed to begin to ooze. A dark red liquid crawled down the snake patterns, the earthy smell in the air mixed with the smell of rust.

"It's animal blood," the Old Saintess said, "mixed with cinnabar, used to seal souls."

Chen Yi suddenly thought, he had just heard the call of a spirit from the corpse of the Immortal, and now the bronze door was smeared with spirit-sealing animal blood, the two must be connected.

Calling a spirit... luring the soul from afar into this tomb, trapping it behind this bronze door?

Chen Yi's expression shifted subtly, with one thought, all thoughts emerged, piecing together clues led him to many speculations about this place.

The door, under Chu Yiyuan's hand, slowly opened a crack.

He secretly applied a talisman to himself, then said to Chu Yiyuan, "Lead us inside."

Chu Yiyuan slowly stepped inside, his dull face cloaked in darkness. Chen Yi stepped forward first, Yin Tingxue closely followed, and Miss Donggong followed in big strides, but at this moment, Chu Yiyuan suddenly roared:

"You cannot enter!"

Donggong Ruoshu was taken aback, Chen Yi looked at her, she scratched her head, not knowing why Chu Yiyuan wouldn't let her in.

Chen Yi was puzzled, Donggong Ruoshu couldn't go in because she was a spirit? But the bronze door was smeared with spirit-sealing blood.

Could it be... Miss Donggong had already been inside?

Chen Yi suddenly remembered Donggong Ruoshu had said she seemed to have rolled inside, only to be spat out by a gust of wind, and the position of Miss Donggong's body, according to the divination, was deep inside.

With the links forming, the outline gradually became clear, Chen Yi smiled slightly, knowing that what was hidden inside... fed on spirits, and obviously, Donggong Ruoshu's spirit was not very appetizing.

Chen Yi said, "You wait outside, I'll give you some talismans, be extremely careful."

With that, Chen Yi immediately tossed a few talismans, the characters on the yellow paper floated up, landing in Donggong Ruoshu's palm. The silly girl nodded, turned around, and promptly left the underground palace.

Chu Yiyuan slowly turned to lead the way.

Chen Yi led Yin Tingxue closely, without any distraction, all along he saw murals, the patterns more complex and mysterious than before.

When Chu Yiyuan reached the end, the suddenly open space made Chen Yi stop abruptly.

Nine bronze tripods, each as tall as two people, formed a circle. The tripod bodies were cast with bulging eyeball patterns, all pupils facing the central stone platform.

Dozens of figures stood silently at the base of the platform.

They were all from the White Lotus Sect, similarly expressionless, like carved figures standing around the stone platform, eyes empty, showing no emotion at all. Chen Yi felt a slight shiver, there seemed to be a sense of assimilation staying here.

Looking further up, there lay a crooked jade coffin on the platform, its lid fractured into three pieces, one wedged on a tripod ear, one pressuring a pile of blackened bamboo slips, the last slanted into the ground, tendril-like blood-red roots crawling at the fracture, writhing with the flicker of the flames.

"What is that?"

Chen Yi couldn't help but ask out loud.

Chu Yiyuan's face buzzed slightly, he rigidly turned his head, within his vacant eyes, there appeared a hint of fervor.

"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Home..."

He muttered softly.

Chen Yi restrained his gaze, deciding to see for himself.

As he slowly ascended the steps.

An阴风 swept by, and the bronze lamps on both sides suddenly lit up one after the other, illuminating the faces of the White Lotus Sect people with a ghostly green light as they abruptly lifted their heads.

"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Home..."

They suddenly spoke in unison, their voices rising high, echoing in the陰风 like a heart-wrenching cry.

"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Home..."

"Great Fate!"

The ghostly flames in the hall surged, and Chen Yi looked up sharply, seeing a pale arm extending down slowly from the coffin, fingers bending backward to claw into the cracks in the stone. That thing crawled very slowly, joints cracking like wet wood breaking, blood-red roots slithering along the coffin edge, leaving a slimy trace...

Chen Yi's throat tightened. He smelled the strong scent of earth, like an old grave unearthed before a storm.

A figure finally sat up inside the coffin.

Chen Yi saw the Twelve-tasselled Jade Crown, saw the dried bloodstains on the Witch-like Jade Robe, saw the pale, decayed head on the shoulder...

The bronze tripods suddenly shuddered together, the copper bells hanging by the tripod ears rang without wind, yet instead of crisp chimes, they emitted a sound resembling a wailing baby's night cry.

The Old Saintess said, "Don't move!"

But as quickly as she said it,

Chen Yi already threw a punch, forcefully hammering the filthy thing that rose back into the coffin!