g the world."But you, little one, haven't been coming all this time, always distracting me...several spells almost went out of control...Mu Xia Qiao, I worry about you too, facing these things alone,...The old monster has been scheming for so many years, why did he flee the tomb and want to come back

At the back of this tomb, Mu Wanchen didn't encounter any danger. Perhaps it was because the amulet had already activated the altar. However, the amulet from that year should still be in Wuzhuang City. If he knew he needed the amulet, he could naturally go get it…

Could it be that when he went in, he had already glimpsed the secrets but wasn't fully prepared, so he escaped

According to Mu Wanchen's description, there is a honeycomb-like altar inside. Since it's a honeycomb, there must be small rooms. Could this altar be the burial place of every generation of great witch kings

The Great Shaman King couldn't possibly be living a meager life in his tomb, could he Maybe he brought some magic artifact or treasure with him – that's exactly what this old monster wants.

“Hey, what are you doing!” As these thoughts flashed through my mind, the old monster’s black mist had already enveloped us. The black mist, like the claws of demons, clung to the backs of those desperately squeezing into the tomb, their faces etched with terror.

"Tsk! How did this happen" Ji Du Xingjun roared, "Even if we use sword wind to dispel these black qi, it will hurt people! Xiao Yinluo, don't just stand there, come over here quickly!"

"I can't leave! I have to keep holding onto this—"

This key!

The panicked crowd was frightened by the black mist, everyone desperately squeezing into the gaps of the mausoleum gate. Mu Wanchen walked to the edge of the door and anxiously asked, "How many are left"

"At least... two or three hundred..." I glanced at the long queue behind me.

"The effect of the bracelets has a time limit, hurry up and let them in quickly, they won't be able to come in after the time is up!" Mu Wanchen urged anxiously.

But the old monster also attached itself to people and entered inside! It's dangerous in there too!" The sounds of wind and water growing louder in my ears made me gasp for breath, like I was about to fall into the sea.

"It's fine, let him come in. It's easier to deal with him here..." Mu Wanchen said coldly.

“Why” I couldn’t help but look at him.

Mu Wanchen and I were separated by a heavy stone door. I could only see his face peeking out. He raised his hand to prop open one door, his back against another, tilting his head as much as he could to lean towards me.

"There's an ancient formation left behind by our ancestors here. I can guess what he wants…" Mu Wanchen said faintly.

"Well, can we fight him" I asked worriedly. "This is our last safe haven."

The last safe haven.

Mu Wanchen, upon hearing this, looked at me with intense eyes and whispered, "No, this won't be the last. Believe me."

A crowd pressed between us, bodies squeezing in under his arms from the doorway. I clutched the signet ring, unable to reach out to him.

Unable to embrace.

He said, trust me, this won't be the last.

Of course I believe him. Why else would I chase after him, willingly forgo comfort and face those towering mountains and those dark, unspoken secrets with him

The wind howled like thunder, and lightning flashed outside the tomb. Thunder echoed through the mountainsides, shaking everything within.

A solitary flame flickered, its light dancing and casting wavering shadows on the simple lines of a mural painted on the stone wall.

We are now like those figures in the murals, carefully and devoutly walking towards the tomb, entrusting all our hopes and lives behind these heavy doors.

The surrounding black mist and crowd seemed to fall silent all at once.

I was like falling into water, my ears could no longer hear any other sounds, and all I saw was Mu Wanchen.

His deep and profound eyes stared at me, the firelight casting a warm glow on his profile.

I saw his lips moving, as if he were speaking to me, but I was like someone who had been pushed underwater, unable to hear a thing.

The black mist had already seeped in, Ji De Xingjun was extremely irritable. These people prevented him from forming a barrier to seal it or using his sword wind to cut it off.

These are all living people. The old monster's black mist, like mutated claws, grabs a person from behind. Any action against the black mist could possibly cleave this living person in two.

What to do, what to do

I looked at Mu Wanchen, black mist drifted past me and him, already having gone in part.

He suddenly flashed me a small smile, bracing himself against the stone gate with one hand while moving closer to me.

The last person entered the mausoleum, he came close to me, and lightly kissed my head.

What are you doing here, in this kind of place... Isn't it a little too frivolous

Before I could even scold him, he reached out a hand towards me.

Pull me in, then Let me just take the key out first.

I gripped the seal, pressing and twisting it until I pulled it out from the middle of the door.

As I hurried forward, eager to grab his hand—

The black mist behind him had already filled the entire tomb passage, and the torches burning in the brazier by the door went out the instant it closed.

In that instant.

At that moment—

Mu Wanchen's lips moved slightly, as if saying, "...Silly child, you're pregnant. You can't go on adventures with me."

He is laughing.

Smiling as always, gently.

But he took the seal from my hand.

He gently tapped my forehead, and I stumbled backward, losing my balance. My shoulder was suddenly pressed against the hilt of his sword.

Looking back, the Emperor stood behind me, frowning. He supported my body with the hilt of his sword.

"Master, Master, Wanheng he—" I choked back a sob, not knowing what to say.

Did the Master hear that

He helped Mu Wanchen.

He intends to solve the old monster problem himself

He made me draw out the seal, but he wouldn't let me follow him into the tomb!

He lied to me!!

A beam of white light suddenly illuminated the entire cave.

A beam of white light, carrying the fury of wind and thunder, burst through the last sliver of space in the mausoleum's gate.

The rumbling of machinery gradually faded away...

All that surrounds me is darkness, all that remains is dreariness.

The whispers of the wind and water in my mind have faded.

I heard a sigh from behind me.

Master hovered gently behind me. I didn't dare turn my head, my gaze fixed on the heavy stone door.

Seal, bracelet.

It's gone, how do I get in

When I was lost and confused, a gentle and soft voice rang out in the dark and deep corridor—

Heaven and earth are natural, foul qi disperses;

Mysterious and profound within the cave, bright and radiant is the Primordial Origin.

Eight directions of might, making me natural...

Maleficence dissipates, Dao Qi persists.

Each recitation, like a whisper in the ear.

Gentle, graceful.

There is no domineering might of slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits, only the gentle grace of compassion like water and dew.

The sound was accompanied by a hazy yet enduring white aura, stepping out of the corridor step by step, dispelling the lingering black mist and staying beside me.

Mu Xia Qiao stood beside me, holding a small lotus flower in her hand that emitted white light.

Those rays dispelled the lingering black mist outside the mausoleum, along with the oppressive darkness.

Gentle yet resilient and stubborn.

Just like Mu Xia Qiao.

"Little Luo'er, I'm sorry we're late... Don't worry first, things will always turn around. Just take care of your health, it's so icy out here, come up."

She reached out and pulled me, that's when I realized I had already gone weak in the legs and fallen to the ground.

"Cough... I, I'm fine, little sister-in-law don't worry, he should be alright, just wait for him, wait for him to come back and I'll settle with him..."

I don't even know what I'm saying.

The little junior wife looked at me with concern, then glared slightly at Master. to find. In a rocky construction site, there was a wooden board with a stone pressed on top of it.My brother put on thick cotton gloves and moved the stones, slapping a talisman on the wooden board....