511 The Living Entrance (2/2)

”The temples of the country of Bomi were divided into Yin and Yang and they're located exactly at the entrances of the God-trapping Formation of the Five Elements. I'm sure they don't lack understanding of the Carefree Valley,” Meng Qi muttered.

Merciless Tyrant's parched voice rang out. ”The passage, as well as the Night-luminous Pearls fixed to the walls leading to the dead entrance, are obviously the work of later generations.”

The implication was that it had been someone from the country of Bomi who had discovered the entrance!

Meng Qi walked past the statue and examined the spot corresponding to the one in the other temple. Yet he could not find any traces of the entrance. He tapped hard on the wall and heard only a dull sound. Evidently, there were no empty spaces behind the wall.

”Since the mechanism for the entrance to the Yang Temple is here, the one for the Yin Temple should obviously be in the opposite area,” Slayer Yaksh said, realization suddenly dawning on him. He stepped out of the temple and walked toward the opposing temple. Previously, he had been focused on exploring the entrance to the Yang Temple and did not link the two together.

In just a few moments, the space between the rock wall and the floor cracked open silently, as if the opening had emerged out of thin air. Inside the opening were stairs leading downward.

”It's obviously empty, yet there's no corresponding sound...” Meng Qi believed that not even a crude and violent thunder fire would be able to split the opening. Perhaps he could damage the wall and floor but the entrance would not appear!

They waited for Slayer Yaksh's return before going down the stairs. Night-luminous Pearls lined the walls on both sides of the passage, giving off a faint light.

This passage was even longer than the one in the Yang Temple; they did not see the end of it even after walking for a long time. Everything was so tranquil that it felt almost frozen in time.

”If this is the living entrance, they'll be entering its surrounding illusory formation next...” Meng Qi had concealed part of the contents of the ancient manuscripts. He planned to use his understanding of formations after stepping into the illusory formation to ambush Yang Zhenchan. He would first complete his assessment task and then rely on the examiner to handle the other two!

Meng Qi looked around him and saw that there were murals on the walls this time. The murals were all carvings of countless people crawling as they moved forward.

He did not spare Yang Zhenchan another glance, lest he put him on guard.

The thought gave Meng Qi a sudden urge to laugh. In the past, it was the protagonist in the novels he read that would be ambushed while searching for treasures and leaving everyone in a nervous situation, not knowing if it was the work of a traitor or another enemy. Yet, when it came to him, he was the one playing the role of the traitor...

Out of the blue, a mist rose and enveloped him, causing him to lose track of the others!

Meng Qi racked his brain to recall their previous locations and, corresponding them with the nature of the illusory formation, he was able to roughly estimate of Yang Zhenchan's location.

Just as he was about to travel through the illusory formation and ambush Yang Zhenchan, he suddenly sensed danger and the outline of a silent palm charging at him formed in his mind.

The palm was incredibly fast. If he had waited for his external senses to detect it, it would have been too late to avoid it!

Meng Qi neither advanced nor retreated amidst the glow of lightning and fire sparked by flints. He slammed his back into the palm, interrupting its subsequent changes, lest it attacked his neck.

His body was essentially a Precious Weapon as long as the attacker did not strike his weak points!

Genuine Qi perfused, followed by the emergence of the faint golden glow. It was as if the pale palm had hit Chinese Astrology Jin.

Meng Qi's Vital Spirit trembled along with the force and the faint golden glow dimmed ever so slightly, but he had already thrust Flowing Fire backward.

The flame was restrained, concealing its heat. Flowing Fire suddenly erupted as it pierced the attacker's arm. The original spot seemed to have lit up by a small sun, overflowing with immense heat.

The ambusher let out a muffled cry and disappeared before Meng Qi's counterattack hit him.

The pores all over Meng Qi's body opened and began absorbing Vital Qi in the air. He deliberately acted, pretending as if he had been injured.

Due to the changes in the landform just then, the power of the illusory formation weakened. They all stepped out of the formation and found themselves in a large hall.

”Shen Bao, what's wrong?” Slayer Yaksh asked, looking horrified after seeing the trail of blood at the corner of Meng Qi's mouth and the ragged cloth on his back.

Meng Qi looked at everyone and replied slowly, ”I was ambushed.”

He focused on their arms but found no injuries.

”Could it be a Divine Skill that is capable of deifying one's physical body? But it didn't seem like when I pierced the attacker's arm...” Meng Qi was filled with doubts. The one he suspected the most was, naturally, the possibly possessed Merciless Tyrant; however, his black robe was intact without any signs of having been pierced through with a sword.

”Shen Bao, my friend, are you suspecting us?” Slayer Yaksh asked.

”I couldn't tell who it was,” Meng Qi said calmly.

Slayer Yaksh furrowed his brows. ”Could it be the work of the mysterious Nether Spirits?”

”I can't rule out this possibility...” Meng Qi looked around while considering this. He noticed that the murals on the walls had finally changed.

The crawling people became more lavishly-dressed the further they went. They were worshipping the god carved on the opposite wall: a god with a snakehead. From the depiction alone, he could feel its antiquity, vicissitudes, coldness, and death. Flanking this ancient god was the Vase Goddess and Water God.

”It's this god!” Slayer Yaksh blurted out, appearing very surprised.

Meng Qi looked over and said, ”Which ancient god is this?”

”This god has very few worshippers. I didn't expect Bomi would hide this god here...” Slayer Yaksh muttered. ”In the West Regions, my homeland, this god is called Emperor of the Netherworld but goes by the name Netherworld in the Central Plains.”

”Netherworld, an ancient great power, one of the Inborn Spirits of the Nine Serenities!” Meng Qi subconsciously pursed his lips.