Chapter 904: Usurp (1/2)

“Come on out, Yin Prince!” Lu Yun roared in front of the carriage.

The black-robed man had gone translucent with fear, backing up until he fully cowered in the shadows of the litter. However, the yin soldiers that’d retreated to the vehicle couldn’t tolerate a human blaspheming their master. They snarled and roared in fury before charging Lu Yun, the remaining six bearers were also close behind them.

“You call yourself a Yin Prince just because you lead this useless pack of clay chickens and ceramic dogs?” Lu Yun whirled around and grabbed one of the burly men, twisting the latter’s head right off his neck. Fear finally made itself known in the remaining five at this repeated display of sheer dominance.

“Why must fellow daoist be so overbearing?” The Yin Prince finally spoke from the carriage. “If it wasn’t for you possessing a paramount treasure that can subdue my men, how far do you think you could proceed in this tomb?”

His voice was mild and calm with no emotion rippling through it. It seemed to be of no importance that Lu Yun had killed three of his bearers and countless numbers of his soldiers.

What… ah. The Tome of Life and Death.

Was it due to his treasure that the eight bearers and yin soldiers felt so incredibly weak? Of one thing Lu Yun was certain of—they weren't afraid of hellfire. Hellfire could incinerate them only because it was imbued with the strength of the Tome of Life and Death.

“How far could I proceed without that paramount treasure?” he sneered. “A dragon sleeps in mountains coiled, those deathly cliffs with mysteries roiled!”

Humm.

An image of the feng shui luopan materialized over his head as the Dragonsearch Invocation operated at full strength. Blinding aureate light illuminated the tomb, dispersing the yin energy that the yin soldiers had brought with them.

A blueprint of Pangu’s tomb coalesced within the radiance, labeling all locations and entities of danger. His Dragonsearch Invocation had reached great perfection, and so were the Dragonspike Litany and Dragonshift Method close to that realm as well.

Once all three methods reached great perfection, he’d be able to deploy the strongest secret art of his tomb raiding sect—the Dragonquake Scripture.

Lu Yun didn't know if the Dragonquake Scripture also originated from Fuxi, but he did know that once it was revealed to the world, it would remake heaven and earth. This ultimate secret art was far beyond the Dragonsearch Invocation, Dragonshift Method, and Dragonspike Litany.

Fuxi might be the founder of formations, feng shui, and burial dao as seen in the future, but the wisdom of humanity was inexhaustible and infinite. The race would continue to innovate and craft new creations throughout the boundless river of time, raising Fuxi’s methods to heights he’d never imagined.

As light peered into every shadowy corner of the palace, the Dragonsearch Invocation revealed all sorts of grotesque yin spirits and ghosts tucked away out of sight. Uncanny wisps and undead shrieked and howled, but didn't dare attack what offended them due to the presence of the Yin Prince.

“How far does fellow daoist think this emperor could proceed?” Lu Yun remained unmoving, golden radiance from the luopan combining with the black rays of the burning sun. They formed two fish that circled over his head.

No reply was forthcoming from the carriage.

“Fellow daoist, you keep to your carriage even though this emperor has come. Can it be that you think nothing of this emperor?” Lu Yun took a step forward with a sneer and approached the litter.

There was no curtain in the doorway, just a pitch-black, bottomless hole. He couldn’t make out what was inside it.

The Yin Prince sighed, but still didn’t respond.