Awakening from the Grave

Cang Yue sat on a crystal coffin, his whole body shrouded in mist, like a god descending to earth.

He is undergoing a complete overhaul. He is using Martial Dao as his foundation, superior spiritual Essence as his reference, and Qi environment as his aid, attempting to forge a path that combines immortality and martial arts.

Life energy surged within him, cleansing his meridians, bones, and flesh. With each cycle, his aura grew stronger.

Nearby, his teammate [Girl Tyrant] was busy digging a hole, constantly taking out various wreaths, spiritual plants, treasures, paper figures... and placing them one by one on the ground, sorting and arranging them, as if preparing for a grand Ritual.

"Young Lord, how much longer?" Cang Yue's figure gradually grew taller, and terrifying power was accumulating in his body.

As Martial Dao Survivor, his Talent and profession are extremely monotonous, to the extreme. There is nothing that contributes to his own growth and direct combat. His strength improvement is almost entirely due to himself. Therefore, he is probably the fastest to start over here and has the clearest understanding of his strength.

In less than a day, with the help of resources, his Attributes climbed to 12, and he successfully attracted spiritual energy into his body, entering the next period of rapid development.

Cang Yue felt that even without the help of Talent, this progress was already far ahead!

"Don't panic, chaos will only lead to trouble." Young Lord's voice was indifferent, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to Cang Yue.

Because this guy is always running around naked, wearing nothing, and he also possesses mental martial arts techniques related to taunting, he's extremely irritating.

"Bury him quickly! Bury Violet Palace Adept's body, and your strength will definitely increase dramatically!"

Cang Yue only knows that her Talent allows her to bury corpses and gain benefits, and that she needs teammates in the early stages.

However, the birth locations in this era are somewhat different from the previous one. Only the two of them were born close together, unlike the previous era where several people were born together.

So Cang Yue thought about it and brought Young Lord to collect Qingyun Zhenren's body.

Just as the descendants of Qingyun Daoist were failing and his family was not thriving, less than a month after his Lifespan was exhausted, the major cultivation families within the Azure Cloud Sect began to fight amongst themselves, and many late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and even Great Perfection cultivators were beaten senseless.

The coffin of Qingyun Daoist was placed in the Sun Family land of the Sun family, but there was hardly anyone guarding it. Only two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Sun Family were watching over it, and the two of them easily bypassed it and entered.

Cang Yue temporarily stopped his cultivation, released his senses, and scanned the surroundings. Finally, his gaze fell on the ancestral hall in front of him.

There were several rows of blue lamps, their flames flickering and turning brightly. The top row had a single lamp, but it was already extinguished, a thin layer of ash covering its base. Below that were four more rows, each with about ten lamps, but half of them were already out.

Cang Yue pointed to one of the flickering lamps and asked Young Lord.

"Why is this thing flashing? Is it about to upgrade?"

Young Lord raised his head and looked in the direction he was pointing. The flame of the lamp had shrunk to the size of a soybean, flickering precariously on the wick.

"Idiot, this is Soul Lamp! The person is about to die!"

Young Lord Fist an itch to punch Cang Yue on the head.

But the thought of how disgusting this guy was forced him to stop and instead focused on digging the grave and meticulously arranging the funeral.

She personally drew several exquisite anime-style girls, with delicate brushstrokes, expressive eyes, and flowing dresses.

After finishing the drawings, she gently placed the paper figures in a corner of the grave, clasped her hands together, and bowed.

"I don't know what you like, so I'll just offer you a beautiful fantasy."

"If we can't afford a grand funeral, we'll give you a flamboyant one!"

Just after saying this, Cang Yue and Young Lord were about to bury the crystal coffin when they suddenly saw—

Nine of the Soul Lamps on the wall in front of the crystal coffin went out silently!

The flames went out almost simultaneously, cleanly and decisively, as if they had been snapped off by an unseen hand at the same instant. A wisp of smoke rose from the lamp base and dissipated into the candlelight.

At least one branch of Qingyun Daoist's descendants was wiped out, and it was one of the more powerful ones. Only a dozen or so Soul Lamps remain lit on the wall.

Inside the crystal coffin, the emaciated corpse, as thin as a skeleton, inexplicably twitched its fingers!

"Holy crap!"

Cang Yue and Young Lord exhaled simultaneously, preparing to launch themselves away, their synchronization rate 100%.

But he quickly realized he couldn't escape, so he stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on the crystal coffin, his pupils contracting, his heart pounding like a drum.

Cang Yue was pondering whether he could survive Attribute Violet Palace Adept attacked him.

Young Lord silently lowered his eyes, thinking to himself that he shouldn't have followed a fool like Cang Yue and gone straight into a big mess.

Now look what happened! Even though their Soul Lamps were all extinguished, they still won the Resurrection match!

"Well--"

A long, drawn-out sigh rang out, as if the world itself carried an air of melancholy and decline.

The crystal coffin lid slid open silently. The emaciated corpse inside, which had been reduced to a skeleton, no longer resembled a corpse at some point.

The shriveled skin began to swell again, the ashen face regained its color, and the sunken chest slowly rose, as if something was awakening from the depths of that decaying shell.

Qi surged in from all directions, forming a huge vortex above the ancestral hall, making the entire Green Mountain Sect even more deathly silent.

The concentration of Qi surged several times in a short period of time, becoming so concentrated that it almost condensed into water droplets, which fell from the sky and landed on Cang Yue's head, feeling cool and refreshing.

The corpse opened its eyes, which were cloudy with grayish pupils, obscured by a layer of film. However, that film was visibly receding, revealing a sharp, knife-like golden light beneath.

Then, the Qingyun Zhenren rose from the coffin, his feet not touching the ground, and leisurely chanted—

"Eight hundred years of purple ribbons and golden seals, and in a single night, my temples are frosted with autumn's chill."

It's pitiful that his descendants lack ambition; their bones are buried in the green hills as they grow old!

Cang Yue looked terrified.

He's reciting poetry!

He's reciting poetry, damn it!

In Cang Yue's memory, those who recited poems before a great battle in the cultivation world were either pretentious show-offs or top-tier masters. Qingyun Zhenren, rising from his coffin, embodies both traits; could he be about to attain the Golden Core stage?

Qingyun Zhenren descended and walked out of the ancestral hall. He stepped barefoot onto the bluestone steps without making a sound, but with each step, a crack appeared on the steps, Spread throughout the entire mountain.

He glanced at the two men, Cang Yue Shaojun and his companion, who had no cultivation, and then looked at Shaojun's funeral scene. Without paying much attention, he left.

A terrifying aura emanated from him, Spread in all directions like a tide. Wherever he passed, grass and trees bowed low, Birds fell to the ground, and beasts crawled on their hands and knees. The mountain gate of the Azure Cloud Sect emitted a deep hum.

The mountain gate of the Azure Cloud Sect emitted a deep hum, the blue bricks trembled, the tiles loosened, and the Array Formation patterns deep in the foundation flickered, as if it were bearing an excessive force.

"The debts of this sect, accumulated since the time of its founding, will now be settled in their entirety!"

A wisp of blue cloud flew in, illuminating thousands of miles. The Divine Court surged out from the body of the Qingyun Zhenren, soaring into the sky and spreading out in mid-air like a giant Veil.

Blood flowed down from the sky, dripping and fading with age.

Young Lord and Cang Yue exchanged a glance, pondered for a moment, and then understood what was going on.

Qingyun Zhenren faked his death, intending to use it as bait to lure out all the forces that coveted his descendants' families and the foundation of the Azure Cloud Sect, and then crush them all with the final wave of power from his Violet Palace.

"Will he come back?" Young Lord looked at the small tomb he had carefully prepared.

"Never mind whether he comes back or not, just fucking start digging the hole! A bunch of people are definitely going to die today, bury them however you like!"

Cang Yue clapped his hands, hoisted the Young Lord onto his back, and ran down the mountain.

But just as the two had run a short distance from the shrine, a man in a purple robe blocked their path.

This person had no imposing presence whatsoever, appearing like an ordinary person. His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, making his features indistinct, with only a pale chin visible.

Cang Yue Yanzi tensed up. He couldn't see anything, but this strange fellow made him serious.

Ordinary people would not appear here.

"Who are you?"

"Hello."

The man smiled and tossed a six-sided die out of thin air, which spun rapidly among the three of them.

The dice spun faster and faster in mid-air, the six sides forming a blurry, colorful circle.