Upon entering the tomb, Ling Yi couldn't help but frown.
The tomb was spacious but chaotic, and a foul, rotten smell filled the air, making one almost nauseous.
The steps leading down were severely damaged, and several corpses lay nearby.
These corpses were all dressed in modern clothing, suggesting that these people were tomb raiders.
It's unclear whether they were killed by triggering a mechanism inside the tomb, or by killing each other.
Walking down the steps, Ling Yi soon saw several tomb raiding holes.
These tomb raiding holes were not large, only wide enough for one person to pass through. It's a mystery how the tomb raiders managed to dig them.
When Ling Yi saw Wang Chongyang's stone coffin, a surge of anger rose within him.
The lid of the stone coffin had been opened and it lay tilted to one side.
Ling Yi hurried over to the stone coffin, and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the skeleton inside.
The remains are still there, and the Undead Power flows around them. Clearly, Wang Chongyang has been Resurrection in the form of a spirit.
It was only because the stone coffin or tomb was not sealed well enough that it was severely decayed. Even if it were Resurrection, with such a terrible state of skeletal remains, it would have lost the ability to move.
Perhaps Perception someone's presence, the Undead Power on Wang Chongyang's remains circulated faster, and his head moved slightly, making a crackling sound.
This scene looks somewhat eerie.
Without the replenishment of blood and food, Wang Chongyang's soul would likely be trapped here forever, neither alive nor dead.
With a wave of his hand, Ling Yi instantly covered half of the coffin with a large mass of blood. Then, Ling Yi stepped back and waited for his senior brother Wang Chongyang, to recover.
A few minutes later, a handsome middle-aged man sat up from inside the stone coffin.
He first raised his hand to look at his arm, then glanced around blankly. When he saw Ling Yi, he leaped up and pounced on Ling Yi, his hand transforming into a claw as he aimed for Ling Yi's throat.
Under the Passive Evasion Aura, Wang Chongyang's power was deflected, and he fell to the ground in a very disheveled state.
Wang Chongyang shook his head, stood up again, and looked at Ling Yi, his gaze gradually clearing from blankness.
"Junior brother?" After a long pause, Wang Chongyang asked uncertainly.
"Senior brother, it's me."
Am I dead or alive?
"He died, but he's alive again; my senior brother is now in a ghostly state."
"Undead!"
Ling Yi then explained to Wang Chongyang in detail that several hundred years had passed, the outside world had undergone Tilling Changes, and the matter of the undead martial arts.
Wang Chongyang gave a bitter smile and said, "What's the point of such Resurrection? To live is to live, and to die is to die. To be neither alive nor dead can only bring chaos to the world."
" The Resurrection of undead martial arts is now unstoppable. I hope my senior brother can help me resolve this undead calamity."
Wang Chongyang nodded and said, "That's how it should be. I didn't expect you to have matured so much and no longer act as playfully as before."
"Haha, that's for sure. However, the world has changed drastically, and I'm afraid it will take you some time to adjust, Senior Brother."
Just then, a series of "clicking" sounds suddenly rang out from outside the tomb.
Eight skeletons, seven in front and one behind, appeared before Ling Yi and his companion.
They were emanating Undead Power, especially the last one, whose Undead Power was extremely immense, not much Undead Power of Wang Chongyang.
The eight skeletons ignored the two men and headed straight for Wang Chongyang's stone coffin, jumping in one after another.
Ling Yi knew that this state of the undead was when their hunger was most difficult to control.
They were mostly acting on instinct, without any rationality whatsoever.
Wang Chongyang hadn't used much of the mysterious blood in the stone coffin; most of it remained. These eight spirits, perhaps sensing the extraordinary nature of this blood, followed their Perception and came here.
These are likely Resurrection martial arts heroes, but their specific identities will only be known after they recover.
" Ling Yi, where did you get this blood? This is definitely not the blood of an ordinary creature; the energy it contains is comparable to rare and precious treasures," Wang Chongyang asked.
"An unexpected bonus!" Ling Yi didn't want to explain the cheat code any further for the time being, nor was there any need to.
Upon hearing Ling Yi's words, Wang Chongyang raised an eyebrow, but did not ask any further questions. Instead, he turned and looked at the eight undead with Ling Yi.
Under the influence of the blood offerings, these eight undead began to automatically regenerate flesh and blood, gradually recovering.
As these people recovered, an awkward scene unfolded.
These spirits, including Wang Chongyang, had long since had their clothes decay over time, and now they were only covered by a few strips of cloth, which served no purpose whatsoever.
Truly honest and open with each other.
"Please wait a moment, everyone. I'll go find you some clothes." Ling Yi said, turning and leaving the tomb.
He leaped off the cliff and arrived in front of the car. Seeing You Shishi Meditation, Ling Yi gave the girl a strange look and asked, "What did you teach her?"
" Northern Darkness Divine Art!" The little girl uttered an extremely Old Sha voice, which sounded very awkward.
"You're quite willing to do that."
"She has great potential," the little girl said while eating potato chips.
Ling Yi nodded; this saved him some trouble.
This little girl is none other than the famous Child Elder of Tianshan, whose martial arts prowess was almost at its peak during the Heavenly Dragon era. Having her teach You Shishi martial arts is much better than having Ling Yi teach her directly.
Ling Yi nodded, asked no further questions, opened the trunk, took out a pile of clothes he had prepared beforehand, and returned to the tomb.
These items were all grey hooded trench coats, along with face masks, gloves, boots, and sunglasses.
This was specially prepared by Ling Yi for Wang Chongyang and his companions, taking into account the fact that the dead fear sunlight.
After these people put on the clothes Ling Yi had sent, the awkward situation finally ended.
Ling Yi and Wang Chongyang were extremely familiar with these people.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen Wang Chongyang's seven direct disciples.
" The Final Master, Uncle-Master, this is wonderful! I never expected you to Resurrection. As long as the Final Master are here, we will definitely be able to restore the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect." Ma Yu knelt before Wang Chongyang and Ling Yi, tears of joy streaming down his face.
The others all looked at the two of them with eager eyes.
Ling Yi could understand how these people felt.
The period when Wang Chongyang was alive, especially after the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament, was the most glorious period for the Quanzhen Sect. However, after Wang Chongyang, the Quanzhen Sect declined day by day, with each generation becoming worse than the last.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen witnessed the entire decline of the Quanzhen Sect. Only the seven of them knew the hardships, helplessness, and suffering they endured.
As for the Old Urchin, he didn't care about the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect at all.
Strictly speaking, the Old Urchin's connection with the Quanzhen Sect was limited to Wang Chongyang; his relationship with others was quite ordinary.
When Wang Chongyang was just starting out, it was Zhou Botong who took out all his wealth to support Wang Chongyang, which enabled the Quanzhen Sect to be established.
Therefore, Wang Chongyang accepted Zhou Botong as a junior disciple on behalf of his master.
Zhou Botong's martial arts skills were also taught by Wang Chongyang.
Some people may ask, who was Wang Chongyang's the Final Master?
In reality, Wang Chongyang did not have the Final Master. The Innate Skill was a martial art that Wang Chongyang created by observing the sunrise and sunset.
However, Wang Chongyang always claimed that his the Final Master was Lü Dongbin, one of the founders of Daoist School. He even claimed that he was guided by Lü Dongbin in a dream, which enabled him to create the Innate Skill and become a Supreme master in his field.
Of course, this is most likely a propaganda tactic employed by Wang Chongyang to promote the rise of the Quanzhen Sect. After all, how can a newly established sect impress people without some hype?
This is Wang Chongyang as remembered by the Old Urchin of this world.
Whether this is true or not, Wang Chongyang rarely mentioned it after founding the Quanzhen Sect, so Ling Yi wasn't entirely sure either.
Back then, the Old Urchin was only interested in having fun and rarely concerned himself with the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect.
Looking at these people's appearances, Ling Yi couldn't help but sigh.
Wang Chongyang looks like a handsome middle-aged man, Ling Yi, needless to say, looks like Xiao Qing.
Of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, only Tan Chuduan was still relatively young and maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man; the other six had white hair and beards and looked like old men.
After the spirit is restored, it retains its appearance before death. Tan Chuduan was killed by Ouyang Feng in the early stages of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, so he looks the youngest of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.
"Revitalize the Quanzhen Sect?" Ling Yi said with a disdainful sneer.
" The Quanzhen Sect is gone, and it's been gone for hundreds of years. You want to revive Quanzhen Sect?!"
"What? Hundreds of years?" Qiu Chuji exclaimed in disbelief.
"Don't forget, you crawled out of coffins. You are now dead, ghosts. Do you want to revitalize the Quanzhen Sect and rebuild a Quanzhen Sect of the dead?"
"To tell you the truth, my purpose in Resurrection my senior brother was to resolve this matter and annihilate the undead."
The group exchanged bewildered glances. Having just Resurrection and fortunate enough to consume the mysterious blood from the pool of halo blood, they had not yet discovered the drawbacks of being undead.
Therefore, Ling Yi's words had a significant impact on them.
Ma Yu frowned and asked, "Uncle-Master, you said you're annihilating the undead? Why do that? Even if we are undead, we haven't sensed anything amiss."
"That's because you ate the blood food I prepared beforehand. The undead need to constantly consume the blood of the living, otherwise they will turn back into mummies. And any living being that has been devoured by the undead will become an undead itself. Think about the consequences yourselves."
"Senior, is the blood food you provide also made from living people?"
The Whitebeard old man, who had been standing at the back without saying a word, couldn't help but ask.
"This is... something I obtained by chance. It should be the blood of some kind of creature, and its effects are dozens of times stronger than the blood of living people."
He paused, then asked, "I don't know who you are...?"
"This humble Daoist priest Zhang Sanfeng!"
Ling Yi's eyes lit up. No wonder this old man 'Undead Power was so powerful; it turned out to be the famous Zhang Sanfeng.
"Several hundred years have passed; the world has changed dramatically," Zhang Sanfeng remarked.