The Second-Hundred-and-Eleventh Chapter: A Dungeon Covered in Mosaics

Like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, it pounces down with lightning speed.

The man in black was surrounded by Spiritual Power, Spiritual Power left a trail of Phantom Organization as it rushed towards him at high speed, like a comet.

"Whoosh~"

The man in black crossed the river of blood without pausing, landing steadily on the other side.

"Hmm? It seems easy?" Seeing this, everyone's faces showed a hint of doubt.

Everyone here is a cultivator, and their eyesight is still very sharp. The man in black was not affected at all when crossing the blood river, and he didn't even pause for a moment.

This proves that the Blood River did not hinder the men in black in any way.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the projection saw that the man in black had crossed the river of blood without any hindrance, and immediately turned to Chu Huaixiang excitedly and shouted, "Young Master, you can cross now!"

Chu Huaixiang, who was in the distance, had already seen it and nodded as she walked over.

Seeing Chu Huaixiang approaching, the middle-aged man turned and leaped towards the Blood River on the opposite side, intending to go and greet Chu Huaixiang first.

"Whoosh~"

He didn't rise dozens of meters high; instead, he used his Spiritual Power to protect his body and jump faster.

As soon as he started, the middle-aged man felt a huge suction force coming from below, trying to pull him down.

The middle-aged man was terrified and hurriedly activated all his Spiritual Power, trying to ascend.

However, the suction force of the Blood River was extremely strong; the more the middle-aged man struggled to break free, the stronger the suction became.

In the blink of an eye, he was plummeting towards the river of blood!

"Young master, save me!" The middle-aged man panicked as he was about to fall in and cried out for help.

"Whoosh~"

A thin thread flew through the air, circled around the middle-aged man, and wrapped around him. Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man felt another tremendous force pull him up.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man was thrown to the ground.

"Phew!" The middle-aged man sitting on the ground was covered in sweat, looking at the river of blood in front of him with lingering fear.

"Strange, why is the other one fine, but this one almost got sucked in?" This scene left the cultivators outside the Bookstore puzzled.

"Could it be because it's not flying high enough?" someone asked.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" someone shook their head.

If flying high could escape the suction of the Blood River, then the Luo River wouldn't have become one of the nine ancient relics, and the most mysterious one at that; although this Blood River isn't as powerful as the Luo River, they are essentially the same.

At this moment, Chu Huaixiang had arrived at the bank of the Blood River. Looking at the Blood River with a puzzled expression, she asked, "What's going on here?"

The man in black on the opposite bank bowed his head and replied, "This Blood River must have certain requirements for the cultivation level of cultivators; those below the Spirit Venerable level will be affected."

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixiang paused, realizing that his cultivation level had not yet reached the Spirit Venerable realm.

"Young Master, I'll take you there." The man in black who was still there stepped forward and said in a low voice.

Chu Huaixiang nodded.

'Whoosh'

The man in black bound Chu Huaixiang with Chu Huaixiang into the air and flew across the Blood River in the same way.

During the process, Chu Huaixiang indeed felt the enormous suction force of the Blood River, but thanks to the help of the man in black, she only paused in mid-air for a moment before safely crossing over.

After crossing the river of blood, the four walked towards the center of the tomb.

Soon we arrived at the very center of the nine-square grid, the main tomb where Emperor Chu the Conqueror, is buried.

The stone gate was open, and the four of them walked in a line.

They then encountered many forks in the road.

"Young Master, what do we do now?" The middle-aged man asked in a low voice as the four men stood at the crossroads.

In a tomb, there is usually only one branching path that leads to the final tomb, while the other two not only fail to reach the final tomb but also pose great dangers.

Chu Huaixiang stood at the fork in the road, her brows slightly furrowed, muttering to herself, "Why does this fork in the road feel so familiar?"

"Familiar?" The middle-aged man was puzzled. He looked at Chu Huaixiang, then at the fork in the road, not quite understanding why Chu Huaixiang was familiar with the forks in the tomb.

"I remember now!" Suddenly, Chu Huaixiang clapped her hands and exclaimed in realization, "This is the Hidden Dragon Formation!"

"Hidden Dragon Formation?" The cultivators inside and outside the Bookstore repeated Chu Huaixiang's words in hushed tones, their faces filled with doubt.

"I've never heard of this formation before?" a cultivator asked.

"I've studied formations for forty years, and I've never heard of such a thing," a cultivator who studies formations said, shaking his head.

"It might be a rather unusual formation!" someone said.

At this moment, Chu Huaixiang in the projection spoke.

"This is a formation that must be set up in the tombs of the kings of the Chu Kingdom throughout the ages. How could it be here?" Chu Huaixiang's expression of doubt grew more and more serious. This tomb brought him too many familiar feelings.

When the Chu Kingdom family was involved, the three people standing nearby dared not speak, and stood there with their heads bowed, waiting for Chu Huaixiang's instructions.

"Come with me." Chu Huaixiang hesitated for a moment, then stepped into a side path.

The three followed closely behind.

At this moment, an unexpected event occurred. From the perspective of the cultivators inside and outside the Bookstore, a white light appeared on the projection, which perfectly obscured the area where Chu Huaixiang and her companions had chosen the fork in the road. Everyone could only see them moving forward, but they couldn't see which fork in the road they had chosen.

"What is this thing?" one of the cultivators couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows! Are you crazy? Laozi just took out my paper and pen to draw their route, and suddenly it turned into a blur of white. It's Laozi!" A cultivator holding paper and pen was so angry that he crumpled them into tiny pieces.

"Alas, it seems my wish to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me has been dashed," another cultivator sighed.

Everyone wasn't stupid. When Chu Huaixiang encountered a fork in the road and mentioned the name of the formation, everyone guessed that this must be the second level in the dungeon. Seeing Chu Huaixiang break the formation, everyone naturally and subconsciously wanted to draw down the path to break it, so that next time they went in, they could easily pass this level with the drawn path.

But now, the projection is completely blank, and the hope of drawing a path to break the formation has been completely dashed.

Even Ma Feifei couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this. He thought the system's actions were too cunning, actually blurring out the images on the projection. Anyone who knew was playing a dungeon, but someone who didn't would think something inappropriate for children was playing out inside.

"The system gives you a thumbs up."

This approach is very advantageous to Ma Feifei, because if everyone knows the path to the second level, then his copy of the walkthrough manual will be useless. How will he sell the method to break the formation to others? How will he make money?

Therefore, the system's use of mosaics greatly protected Ma Feifei's interests.