A Promise Worth a Thousand Gold, I Will Have No Regrets Even in Death

The old man couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow when he said that...

That immense vitality was like a blazing sun in his eyes. To buy such a top-grade treasure, without taking advantage of Qin Yang, he really couldn't afford it...

As a dignified Dao inheritor of the Thieves' Sect, he couldn't bring himself to visit small sects, and the large sects were too cautious to take risks easily. The Thieves' Sect was destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, and the blood of that lesson was still fresh...

Not daring to act recklessly, he naturally didn't have anything good on hand...

"Senior, how about this, I'll sell you a few pieces cheaper?" Qin Yang couldn't bear it. What a good old man. Since descending into this world, he had never seen such a strong and honorable expert. Even with his own thick skin, he felt it was a bit much to dig a hole for the old man to jump into...

"Forget it, forget it. I'll wait until I've gathered enough suitable treasures to trade with you. Let's leave here now, it's not safe..." The old man sighed, sounding a bit weak.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you think those three bastards were guarding there all along? The Secret Realm is collapsing, and the true Mausoleum of Purple Firmament Dao Lord is about to appear. To be so resolute, preferring the collapse of the Secret Realm rather than having their inheritance seized, Purple Firmament Dao Lord has many tricks up his sleeve. In my opinion, they're afraid of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice." The old man shook his head, looked into the distance, and chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, anomalies appeared in the distance.

"Rumble..."

A tremor resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and all the remaining illusory fragments in the sky disappeared. The entire sky turned dim yellow, and a trace of ominous aura emerged from nowhere.

Then the earth shook, the void twisted, and the hundred-mile area where the Nether Acacia Ghost Tomb was located suddenly inverted in the sky, while the dim yellow sky turned upside down, becoming the earth.

In an instant, heaven and earth were reversed.

In the large pit where the Penholder Secret Treasure was previously located, a spring emerged, and Yellow Soup gushed out from it. In a short while, like a tsunami, it swept across a hundred miles, covering the sky and earth. As far as the eye could see, a hundred miles of sky had turned into an ocean of churning Yellow Soup.

Strands of dim yellow aura floated, and within the Yellow Soup, faint outlines of buildings appeared. After only a few breaths, large clusters of buildings emerged from the Yellow Soup, with pavilions and towers, purple and gold beams, and white jade pillars. The green bricks and blue tiles, arranged in neat rows, displayed an atmosphere of grandeur.

As more and more of these building complexes emerged from the Yellow Soup, hanging upside down, the three great cultivators took action together, divine light crisscrossing, enveloping a hundred miles of Yellow Soup.

"The Mausoleum of Purple Firmament Dao Lord has appeared, let's work together to fix it in place, lest it escape."

Their voices were like thunder in the ears, and people hundreds of miles away could hear their stern shouts. But after only a moment, a white bone claw tore through the divine light that enveloped a hundred miles of Yellow Soup, rushing out from within, straight towards one of the great cultivators.

This monster was only a skeleton, a thousand feet long, with its head occupying half of its body. Its claws were even a third larger than its head. On the white bones, pale white and black light flickered, and the divine light in the air had no effect on it.

In the blink of an eye, a black, one-eyed ape, eight hundred feet tall, rushed out of the Yellow Soup ocean. This ape was surrounded by deathly aura and Corpse Qi, and just the diffusion of its aura turned into zombies apes several feet tall, stirring up the Yellow Soup.

There was also a firebird burning with black flames, its eyes like lanterns, its wings tattered, spanning eighteen hundred feet. Within the flames burning around it, countless faces of races struggling in pain constantly appeared, and their miserable howls seemed like demonic sounds echoing between heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, only crisscrossing divine light remained in the air, making it difficult to see clearly, and terrifying aftershocks spread out like ripples...

Obviously, these three monsters had already engaged with the three great cultivators...

"Heh, didn't I tell you? They were destined to try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice. These three strange beasts died long ago, but I don't know what secret method Purple Firmament Dao Lord used to refine them. Although they can't exert their power from when they were alive, they are more than enough as Grave-Guardian Corpse Beasts. One has the bloodline of the Ancient Taotie, one has the bloodline of the Ancient One-Eyed Water Ape, and one even has the bloodline of the Black Luan. Whether those three bastards can take down the three Grave-Guardian Corpse Beasts is another matter. With this time, the Mausoleum can definitely escape."

The old man was a little gleeful, laughing happily.

Qin Yang looked at the building complexes in the distance sky, constantly emerging from the Yellow Soup under the divine light, and remained silent for a long time, his expression a little complicated. After a long while, he suddenly spoke.

"Senior, do you know Purple Firmament Dao Lord's name?"

"Hmm? What are you asking that for?" The old man was stunned, confused by the question. "If you ask others, they might not know, but I am one of the few who knows Purple Firmament Dao Lord's surname and given name."

"Is it Wu Bi'an?"

"Hmm? How do you know?" The old man was slightly startled, truly shocked. Purple Firmament Dao Lord's name had not been used for tens of thousands of years, and those who knew it were all old antiques. How did a junior like Qin Yang know it? "Ah, I knew it..." Qin Yang sighed. He had guessed before that Bao Yu's father was Purple Firmament Dao Lord. After all, he had learned the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture and wandered around Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Secret Realm for at least several thousand years. It was unlikely that he wasn't Purple Firmament Dao Lord's son.

According to the old man, after the Mausoleum appears, it will definitely flee far away. No one knows where it will go, and it may disappear forever. If the Mausoleum fails to escape, it will be even more impossible to approach it again.

Sending Bao Yu back is only possible now.

Moreover, there is now a possibility that allows him to enter that Mausoleum.

"Senior, please take this." Qin Yang took out a Storage Bag containing Yi Wood Essence crystals and stuffed it into the old man's hand. Before the old man could speak, he bowed with a serious expression, "Please do me a favor and send me into that Mausoleum."

"You're crazy!" The old man's hand trembled, and he quickly threw the Storage Bag back to Qin Yang, "You little fellow, what are you doing here? Is that a place you can go? A mere aftershock of the battle will instantly turn you into dust and scatter your soul. Even if you can enter the palace area, do you think it's a good place? That Yellow Soup is Yellow Springs Water, gathered from endless death energy. A living person will have their flesh and bones dissolve and their Dao Foundation collapse upon touching a single drop! The Yellow Springs Water here has turned into a sea. Even a Divine Sea Grand Cultivator will die and disappear if they fall into it!"

"I really have a reason I must go." Qin Yang stuffed the Storage Bag back to the old man, and as he spoke, he continued to take out another bag and stuff it to the old man. Then, he continued to reach into his chest to take out more...

The old man already had three Storage Bags in his hand, and seeing that Qin Yang's hand hadn't stopped, so decisive and swift, he couldn't help but soften his tone slightly, "Tell me about it first."

"The Purple Firmament Dao Lord's deceased son was kind to me. I promised him I would send him back to the Purple Firmament Dao Lord. If you weren't here, Senior, I would have turned around and left. But with you here, there's at least a sliver of a chance, so I'm taking a gamble." Qin Yang was rarely so serious.

The old man sized up Qin Yang, but Qin Yang still hadn't stopped. All seven Storage Bags filled with Yi Wood Essence crystals were stuffed into the old man's hands.

"That's all I have."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The old man's eyes held a strange glint, as if he wanted to see Qin Yang clearly again.

"Afraid, who isn't afraid of death? I've lived to this day, and I've done a lot of dishonorable things, but I can't abandon promises I've made to others. Now that there's a chance, I have to try. Besides, isn't Senior here? Whether I live or die isn't certain. Even if I really die, at least I'll feel at ease."

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed heartily, patted Qin Yang's shoulder, took one Storage Bag, returned the rest to Qin Yang, and then took out a Penholder and stuffed it to Qin Yang, "I'll say you have good eyes. With this old man here, there is indeed a great chance. One bag is a bit too much, but it just so happens that this old man needs this thing, so I won't be polite. I'll give you a Penholder Secret Treasure as compensation, which is barely acceptable."

"Thank you, Senior." Qin Yang's expression turned solemn, and he took two steps back, bowing in salute.

"Alright, you kid are a strange one, hahaha, but this old man finds you quite pleasing to the eye. Let's go..."