C1252 Underground Palace
C1252 Underground Palace
Inside, if not for the golden light, even cultivators of the celestial mood stage would not be able to see their own fingers.
And right in the center of this black vortex, who knew how deep underground it was? At this moment, it was brightly lit.
The numerous bright lanterns illuminated the enormous space, making it as bright as day.
As for the countless clay statues, they were densely packed and orderly. At the moment, they were standing or kneeling. They looked very lifelike, and anyone who saw them would feel their scalp go numb.
These clay statues faced a long flight of stairs at the very front.
The staircase was very wide, and each floor could hold at least forty to fifty people walking side by side.
The staircase was also very high. There were 9,999 levels, making one feel as if they were connected to the sky, forming a staircase.
And at the very top of this world, there stood a gigantic group of palaces.
This palace was filled with gold and jade lights. It looked like a palace inhabited by immortals. It was filled with luxury and mysteriousness.
Even the palaces of the noblest emperors in the world would not be even one in ten thousand.
But this incomparably large palace was completely empty, almost completely empty.
This kind of emptiness was enough to make those who saw it feel their hearts palpitate, and their chests felt as if they were about to be torn apart.
The insides of the palaces, which could not be seen at a glance, were similarly filled with a magnificent and noble aura.
But now, it was filled with an uneasy tranquility.
In the center of the palace, there was a huge coffin.
It was a coffin, not a coffin.
The coffin was nearly ten zhang in length and fifteen to sixty zhang in width. It was completely black, and the surface was carved with a humanoid shape similar to a relief sculpture.
This humanoid figure was tall and sturdy, as if he was built entirely on top of the others.
However, this human figure was currently twisting his face in an extremely exaggerated manner, especially his mouth, which was opened to a degree that not an ordinary person could do. It was as if he had let out an extremely despairing and furious roar before his death.
This coffin, combined with the spacious and silent palace, was enough to drive anyone who set foot in this place mad.
In fact, other than the coffin, there were also two figures inside the palace.
That was because no one was certain whether these two "fellows" could be called humans or not now.
One was tall, the other was short.
The tall one wore a long black robe and held a wooden staff that was almost as tall as him.
His long robe fluttered on the ground, almost fusing with the black ground.
There was no wind in the hall, but the man's robes were slightly swaying.
When the long robe was lifted by the wind, it was shocking to see that the thin and tall humanoid figure had no legs.
The other short one was in the shape of a Daoist. It was a seven or eight-year-old girl.
Her long hair was moist and glossy, reaching down to her waist, and she wore a pink long dress.
This bright and beautiful color, combined with the gloomy and depressing atmosphere of the palace, was clearly incompatible with each other. However, at this moment, it gave off the feeling of being pressed down by a sharp blade on one's throat.
This little girl was kneeling on the ground, facing the coffin.
Her fingers were fiddling with a black object in a small bowl beside her.
If time could reverse for many years, those long since withered black objects would transform into their original, glossy, and wet grapes.
However, it was now no different from a clump of solidified dirt.
Within the palace, the only things that could be seen were the coffin, a tall and thin human figure, and this little girl.
They didn't know how long they had been in this state, nor did they know how long it would continue for.
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the stairs outside the palace.
The sound was very fast and urgent. Furthermore, it was getting closer and closer. Soon, it stopped outside the palace hall.
It was a walking clay figurine.
Compared to the millions of clay statues on the ground, the colors on this clay sculpture were much brighter and more vivid, from the eyebrows to the service.
However, because of the brilliance and color of life, the clay sculpture looked even more eerie and bizarre.
This clay sculpture was currently kneeling on one knee outside the palace. Its mud-like mouth was naturally unable to move, but its voice had clearly traveled into the palace, reaching the two figures in front of the coffin.
The clay figurine was speaking a language that was difficult to understand. It was jabbering and speaking very quickly. Normal people would definitely not be able to understand it.
However, just as the clay figure stated, the little girl who was fiddling with the dirt in the bowl stopped her actions.
The white gauze covering her face fluttered slightly.
At this moment, the tall and skinny figure slowly turned around.
Due to the black robe covering his entire body, one could still not see his human form clearly. However, one could see that the hand he used to hold the wooden staff was a frightening purplish black.
The fingernails on his hands were a frightening deep purple, sharp like daggers. With just a slight movement, it seemed as if they could cut through the air.
The clay sculpture's words were quickly finished.
However, it was still kneeling in front of the palace gate, as if waiting for orders.
The little girl poked the bowl with her finger that had just stopped. Behind the veil, a slightly high-pitched voice came, "All the soldiers that were revived have been killed."
Her voice was like that of an old woman purposely pinching her throat as she spoke.
"The time for me to awaken is not within my expectations." At this moment, the black-robed figure spoke up. "This isn't the best time for the King to imagine this."
"It's useless to speak of this now. After all, the King is about to wake up. This matter is irreversible." The little girl's fingertips formed a ball with the mud in the bowl.
Behind her white gauze, two streams of terrifying blood-red light faintly appeared.
"However, it is really reckless for those fellows to be fighting here. Even though the King has not lived for a very long time, he is not a person who would come and disturb his long slumber. " The little girl slowly stood up from the ground. "How many people have entered so far?"
That clay figure's body moved, and then, from within the palace, came a voice that no one could understand.
"Yes, it's already at this number, and it's still increasing." Behind the white gauze, a laughter filled with ridicule sounded. "Since that's the case, then let them become gifts for the King when he wakes up."
After pausing for a moment, the little girl turned around and looked at the black-cloaked man.
At this moment, she did not move her body. Instead, she turned her head. Furthermore, her head had been turned by half a circle!
If it were any other person in the world, it would be impossible for them to accomplish such a feat!
Her petite body, red clothes, and half a circle of hair were all extremely horrifying.
"State Grandmaster, what do you think about letting the oracle man and Divine Beasts go and solve this problem?" The little girl asked with a smile.
The shadow under the black robe was silent for a moment. Then, his shriveled fingers suddenly tightened around the wooden staff.
On the wooden staff, a ball of purple light immediately shot out towards the outside of the palace!