The tomb sank into a long silence.
Qin Luo and the others had drained the spring dry.
The process of all the Immortal Artifacts transforming toward ghost qi came to an abrupt halt.
The transformation of those soldiers within the tomb also stalled.
But the stall did not last long.
After some time, ghost qi began surging in again from some unknown direction, and their transformation resumed.
That spring had been completely abandoned. Wisps of ghost qi seeped out from beneath every Immortal Artifact and flowed into them.
They were practically guarding against Qin Luo and the others as if they were thieves.
But Qin Luo did not care. They had already consumed more than enough.
It was only because he, as a Ghost King Rank, had gotten married and bestowed rewards upon those departed souls that the spring had been overloaded for a moment. Of course, after that moment, the System had completely gone on strike as well.
The wedding celebration lasted a very, very long time...
It had to be said that the Ghost Race's body was indeed different from that of the Human Race.
No matter what, it never warmed up—it was simply cold, cold.
That was a flavor all its own.
An Ruoxi lay lazily in Qin Luo's embrace. Qin Luo had said he would help her, and he truly had helped her greatly.
When she reached her peak, she went straight into the Ghost King Rank.
Yes, she had reached the peak at her very peak.
It had to be said that this kind of cultivation speed was truly exhilarating.
She had become a Ghost King Rank, and not an ordinary one at that. In one leap, she had reached King Rank, Mid-Tier.
Though it was not particularly stable, that did not matter. Raising one's