The dim Ascension Ancestral Temple was shrouded in utter darkness. Sheet after sheet of human skin drifted down, blood and bones vanished, as though they had undergone feathered ascension and become immortals. The empty courtyards spoke of the desolation of bygone days.
An Immortal Dynasty lay buried here, its territory unimaginably vast. Each successive courtyard was a world unto itself, linked together into a structure of staggering grandeur. Clusters of small worlds converged to form the Thirty-Third Heaven, resembling the layout of the Heavenly Court.
"This was definitely the work of a Great Emperor."
Divine light shone in the Black Emperor's eyes. He showed none of the listlessness one would expect after having his blood drained. As a dog who had followed Wu Shi for ten thousand years, he knew an emperor's domain better than anyone. He howled excitedly, "There aren't just treasures of the Eternal Ascension Dynasty in there. There might even be priceless treasures left behind by Emperor Yuhua!"
"Charge in!"
The Dragon Horse let out a long neigh and led the charge, trampling through the courtyard toward the small worlds deeper within. Ye Fan and the others summoned the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron and followed, watching their surroundings warily.
"Woof, woof, woof! Damn it, that fat bastard was actually right! This place is a demon den and a great tomb!"
The moment they stepped into the Eternal Ascension Dynasty's second heaven, the Black Emperor cried out in terror, every hair on his body standing on end. His movements had become sluggish, as though he bore a demonic mountain on his back, or a ghost had pinned him down, leaving him barely able to move.
Corpse after corpse hung from the towering courtyard walls and beneath the pitch-black eaves, their hair hanging loose. Now all of them