It had to be said, if that was truly the case, Ying Zheng had been utterly outrageous, with courage beyond measure.
As his descendants, they had truly suffered eight lifetimes' worth of misfortune. With such an ancestor, their noble imperial bloodline had been stripped bare before they could enjoy it for many years. Not only had nothing been left to them, there was nothing but trouble instead.
Still, there was no point in saying any of this. No matter how ruthless Ying Zheng had been, how heaven-piercing his methods, or whether he had succeeded or failed, the only thing that mattered to Tong Lie now was the whereabouts of the Thirteenth Bronze Figure.
"And the Thirteenth Bronze Figure is actually located at the site of the imperial mausoleum Ying Zheng oversaw the construction of back then. That mausoleum lies within a Cave-Heaven World, packed with mechanisms and endless killing intent. Since ancient times, it has been called one of the forbidden zones of life. Let alone a Great Grandmaster like you, Tong Lie—even Gods and Devils-level experts would face certain death upon entering."
How should one put it? Although that imperial mausoleum was not truly a tomb, it was still a place of immense significance to Ying Zheng. Thus, the measures he had left behind offered no sliver of life. Unless one possessed a level of cultivation and realm like his, entering meant one thing: death.
"Is there not even a single exception?"
Tong Lie was somewhat disappointed. If that was truly the case, then even if he found the imperial mausoleum, he would never be able to retrieve the Bronze Figure from within. Trying to connect with the Twelve Bronze Figures and borrow their power to enhance his combat strength would be nothing more than wishful thinking.
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