53 Death breeds life. (1/2)

Li Yang slowly made his way up the hill, heading towards the mausoleum. The hill released a faint foul smell, an oppressive feeling radiating from the hill and causing the blood within Li Yang's body to feel like it was freezing. This was not caused by an array, but rather because of what had happened on the hill all those years ago.

Both Li Yang and Fang Ying had died on this hill, their blood and Qi seeping into the hill, forever tainting it. That alone would be enough to turn the hill into a place that could kill weaker cultivators, but now the corpses of two dragons had also been placed on the hill, the residual energy within their bones also seeping into the hill. Li Yang was confident that if there wasn't some type of array present within the hill, anyone beneath the Immortal Rebirth Realm would die if they got too close.

Li Yang quickly got closer to the azure mausoleum, studying it slightly as he approached it. The building was in the shape of a triangle, the tip facing away from Li Yang, and was a little over 10 meters tall, and almost three times as wide. The corners of the building were as sharp as swords, glimmering whenever they were hit by light. The gate into the mausoleum was violet in color and engraved with the same two dragons that were engraved on the emblem Li Yang had acquired when he completed all four trials. Li Yang brushed the engravings with his fingers, chuckling to himself.

”You guys really liked this image, didn't you?”

Li Yang could easily guess why Zhao Feng and the others had chosen this image to represent him and Fang Ying, even going as far as killing two dragons to mark their tomb. One part of the reason was that he and Fang Ying were often called dragons among people, their might causing countless people to stare at them in awe.

The other part of the reason was that of their entire group, Li Yang and Fang Ying had been the only ones who never had any beast companions. This prompted people to joke about them being too picky, that they would never settle for anything less than a dragon. After reminiscing for a short moment, Li Yang pushed open to the doors to the mausoleum and entered it.

Because the entire building was made out of a Demon crystal, the light from outside shone in through the building, casting an azure light over everything inside the building. The inside of the mausoleum was far less extravagant than the outside, consisting of only a single room that only contained two items, the rest of the room was completely empty.

The first item was a large statue that stood at the center of the room, so tall that it touched the ceiling. The statue was carved out of a light green crystal, most likely the Demon crystal belonging to the second of the two dragons that marked the mausoleum. The statue featured Li Yang and Fang Ying, both sharing a loving gaze as they smiled at each other.

Li Yang stood in silence for a few minutes, simply looking at the statue with a calm gaze, Jinwu quietly nustling against his neck. Looking at the way the statue was carved, Li Yang could tell that it was Ye Ning himself who had carved. He was always the more artistic one among them, so the statue was truly lifelike. After looking at the statue for a few minutes, Li Yang took a deep breath and looked behind the statue, to the last item within the mausoleum.

Pierced into the ground a short distance behind the statue was a single Jian sword. The sword was very simple, without any decorations. The hilt was bound in black leather, thin violet veins running through the leather. The blade of the sword was a dark golden color, but there was a violet pattern in the shape of waves running along the back of the blade, giving the blade an eye-catching glow. Li Yang looked at the sword with a gaze that was a mixture of joy and reminiscing.

”So you have managed to survive all these years on your own, it must have been hard.”

Li Yang slowly stepped past the statue and walked towards the sword. As he walked closer, he could see that not only were there faint arcs of golden lightning coiling around the blade, there was also a fine purple mist oozing out from the place where the sword was stabbed into the ground. Upon closer inspection, he could also see the faint image of a dragon coiling around the hilt of the sword. Looking at what had become of his former weapon, he could not help but mutter out, reaching out with his hand.