Chapter 533: Corpse Mutation (1/2)

To break the Hell of Skinning and recombine the tombs in the two realms, the origin of the tombs had to be found. Since the tombs hadn’t been completely separated, there must exist a point where they intersected—where the celestial master tomb originated from.

Once the separation was complete, it would be very difficult for Lu Yun to break the layouts. He would have to summon Xing Chen and simultaneously place his consciousness in both the yin and the yang tombs to even stand a chance of resolving the celestial master tomb.

More importantly, the Hell of Skinning would come into maturity in that case, and its power might very well kill Lu Yun.

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“I want to stay here, Sect Head!” Yu Hengluo suddenly said with determination.

“Alright.” Lu Yun nodded. “Do as you wish. Senior Wayfarer’s body needs protecting as well.”

He gave Yu Hengluo’s bamboo staff a meaningful look. “But remember,” his tone turned serious, “You mustn’t let the body leave the coffin.”

“Thank you, Sect Head!” Yu Hengluo cheered when Lu Yun granted her request, then quieted down, seemingly remembering something.

“I’m leaving this lantern here. Do not, under any circumstances, move it.” Lu Yun manifested a bronze lantern with a flip of his hand and placed it before the sarcophagus. Within it burned a ball of green Emerald Mistfire, casting light over a circle eighteen meters in radius.

“No matter what happens, you are to stay within the circle of light and ensure that the lantern shines on the sarcophagus, understood?” Lu Yun’s tone made clear the gravity of the situation.

Yu Hengluo couldn’t help but tremble when she saw his expression and nodded gently.

The bronze lantern was no regular immortal treasure, but an arcane treasure that Lu Yun had created by combining equipment dao and feng shui. Where the light of the lantern reached, a feng shui layout would form to protect Yu Hengluo and the coffin. Moreover, the Emerald Mistfire fueling the lantern was no regular fire. The synergy between the fire and the treasure generated even greater power.

Lu Yun and the Scaled-Dragon King disappeared into the dark with the little nun.

The lantern created a small sanctuary of emerald light. When a gust of chilling wind came howling through the chamber, Yu Hengluo tightened her clothes around herself.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The wind grew fierce, giving rise to eddies of black mist in the air. Under the force of the breeze, the Emerald Mistfire flickered and Yu Hengluo’s expression tightened.

“Luo’er—” she heard a voice softly call out.

“Master?” Yu Hengluo turned to the sarcophagus with wide eyes, a chill going down her spine.

The skinless corpse with no facial organs slowly sat up, its empty eye sockets staring straight at Yu Hengluo.

“That light is too bright. Put it out.”

Gurgle.

Sticky, wet noises came from the empty eye sockets, and a pair of pupiless eyes appeared to fill the void. Then, a pair of bloody ears grew out of its temples.

Yu Hengluo shuddered, taking an involuntary step back. She jerked her foot back in just before she stepped out of the light of the lantern, recalling what Lu Yun had said before leaving.

“That light is too bright, Luo’er,” repeated Wayfarer’s body. “Put it out.”

Yu Hengluo tightened her grip around the bamboo staff and stayed firmly within the light, her eyes fixed on the corpse that was regaining its vitality.