Chapter 392: Legend Of Yama (1/2)

Chapter 392: Legend Of Yama

The large mountain with springs of blood pouring down and the gray miasma looked just like the tomb of a defeated dynasty.

At the top of the mountain was a crater created by a meteor. Below were plenty of black vegetation and deathly miasma.

This particular crater was several hundred meters deep. Upon jumping down, Feiyun immediately saw a tomb.

It was built with square white marbles carved with yin runes meant for corpses. There were still white lights oozing from the gaps. The grave itself had sixteen white pillars with one tablet floating in front of each of them.

“Ancestor of the Feng’s Third Generation, Feng Jingyi.” Ancient words were carved on the tablet with time. This particular ancestor had died for more than 1,200 years.

It was the grave of a Giant. An exceptional character was buried within.

These graves were floating in the air with a bronze lion protecting them from any robbers. It would come back to life to attack them in such cases.

“Whoosh!” The white altar flew into the miasma and disappeared without a trace.

At this place, even a heretical lord like Wan Xiangcen was strangely quiet. She didn’t say anything and only stared at the flying altar.

A bit later, they met the second altar. This was the grave of a hero from the Feng’s fifth generation. It also flew away like a shooting star and disappeared from sight.

“Rustle!” Feiyun stepped on the leaves below while still maintaining his composure as he headed for the central area. This was a cemetery with many floating graves, belonging to the top characters of the clan. The weakest was still at half-step Giant.

One or two top prodigies would always come out in every generation. After more than a thousand years, the Feng had dozens of Giants buried in this place.

“No, something is wrong. A Giant’s vitality is too strong. Even after death, it can’t be this quiet. What’s the problem…?”

Feiyun couldn’t help but jump on top of the third altar they saw.

This was the grave of the seventh generation clan master. He took out his saber and destroyed it. What he saw made him shiver. Something had eaten a hole through the grave. There was no corpse inside.

The clan master had died six hundred years ago, he naturally couldn’t climb out himself.

Could it be those corpse controllers from the north? Did they steal the corpses here?

Feiyun found out that this wasn’t the case. He found an arm skeleton in the grave. It was as clear as jade with a monstrous aura.

It belonged to a Giant, ten times heavier than an ordinary bone. A weak cultivator would be killed instantly by the power within.

He also found a strand of hair that was more than ten meters long. It was quite bizarre with a terrifying evil presence, very similar to the Yama Decay Blood.

He didn’t dare to touch this strand of hair at all and quickly left the grave in horror. This hair was left behind by a strange monster. It had eaten the clan master’s corpse.

Just what kind of monster that could treat these dead Giants as food?

Wan Xiangcen stared at the bone with the bite mark and took a deep breath: “It can’t be that legendary creature?”

Someone at her position must have read many books and had access to ancient scrolls not privy to ordinary people. Thus, she was aware of many mysteries.