Tiger Soul Hall

Among the ranks of those Sequence Holder in the four great kingdoms, very few can reach the capital of Qin Meng.

Not to mention the past, even now few people come here.

This is the territory that Tiger Yu has taken over, but it is also the area that Badun once explored.

Badun has been in Qin Mengzhong for too long. In the past, only the other side could reach and explore this capital city. Even Zhou Xin and others only went to some high-risk black areas to explore.

Badun has been here alone for too long. He's wary of ferocious beasts, but not of humans, since there's really no need to be. He even kindly pointed out the way for those who come after him.

During his aerial patrol, Zhang Xuezhou discovered some giant characters from the Aomeijia Alliance, along with some scribbled lines, which looked like a simplified map.

The "Directions for Rescue" markings on the ground were left by spray paint and oil stains. The markings circled several buildings and could be seen even by those piloting aircraft, let alone by a cultivator like Zhang Xuezhou.

As he leaped down, Zhang Xuezhou followed the map's directions and flew into the area.

The familiar underground passage came into view, and signs continued to guide the way.

The deep and winding underground passages not only prevent large ferocious beasts from entering, but also pose a serious challenge to smaller ferocious beasts.

If you can't understand the written instructions, you'll inevitably end up going back and forth between different channels.

This place is very likely the underground water pipes and sewage treatment channels of the Qin-Meng Dynasty. Even engineers would get lost in the maze of these interconnected lines, but Badun made meticulous arrangements.

Simply follow the directions, and you can quickly find a safe habitat.

Zhang Xuezhou was quite interested in this kind of secluded and safe location. After all, a secluded location was important enough that it might come in handy sometime. However, the more he ventured into these places and moved forward, the more uneasy he felt.

"The distance is a bit too far. This place is very safe, but resupplying will be a big problem. Did Badun set up some kind of secret supply room here?"

The Qin and Meng capitals are located far inland, making it extremely difficult for vehicles to reach them. Airdrops would easily attract the attention of ferocious beasts, and construction would be even more troublesome. Building a survival base in such a place would be very difficult.

Just thinking about how Badun carried heavy loads into this underground pipe network by himself, Zhang Xuezhou didn't think the other party could be of such noble character.

Even if Badun were solely preparing for himself, this would be a difficult task, and simply painting these slogans would be a hassle.

Having ruled out the possibility of a secret supply room, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the options were not many.

Holding a searchlight, he kept his eyes fixed on the directional marks smeared on the tunnel walls.

When the direction pointed to the sewage channel, he frowned slightly, feeling that many of his guesses were probably completely wrong.

The sewage tunnel has not been in operation for many years, but the stench of the rotting residue has not yet dissipated. The nearly four-mile-long sewage tunnel is not suitable for refugees to escape or for restoration.

"Could it be...?"

The mark indicates the end of the pipe.

Without a base of operations, their final destination was a pile of abandoned building materials.

A faint tiger's roar reached Zhang Xuezhou's ears, and he couldn't help but curse Montes Badun under his breath.

Although he was searching for Hu Yu's lair, Zhang Xuezhou never expected to actually find it, especially since he had come in through a hidden path.

Looking at the pile of discarded building materials, Zhang Xuezhou hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go inside alone to take a look.

After surveying the area, he could at least familiarize himself with the terrain, so he wouldn't be too hesitant when taking action. If things went wrong, he would also have an escape route. The downside was that Zhang Xuezhou's ability to conduct reconnaissance quietly was limited.

He touched the invisibility cloak he was wearing, and pondered his Yang Soul Incarnation ability.

The invisibility cloak is a product of Song Bu'er's laboratory and was once used by Song Bu'er to snipe Pei Jing like a ghost. However, the invisibility cloak was completely ineffective against the Seven Spiders. This was a test that Zhang Xuezhou had already conducted, and its reliability in the Tiger Breeding Nest was unknown.

The Yang Soul Transformation Technique was of limited quality, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't probe too far into its range.

He pondered for a few seconds before slowly prying open the discarded materials.

The pile of materials was blocked by bluestone, and the area where the bluestone was piled up was sealed with yellow mud, indicating that repairs had been made.

Zhang Xuezhou measured it several times with his hand, then poked his finger in. The light of the flames immediately shone through the gap, and the roar of the tiger became clearer.

"This place is not suitable for vandalism!"

Zhang Xuezhou previously had the options of an invisibility cloak and a Yang Soul incarnation, but now he has no choice.

His other body, due to its special experiences, can use the Following Like a Shadow Technique, while this body lacks such abilities. To enter through the gap, it can only choose the Yang Soul Transformation Technique or directly choose the Yang Soul Tour.

But as long as Zhang Xuezhou could clearly see the brightness of the flames, he wouldn't use his Yang Soul to patrol, lest his Yang Soul suffer from the light and be filled with nothing but flames.

He sat down, muttering incantations.

A blurry yang soul body emerged from his chest. Zhang Xuezhou not only did not continue to draw upon his Law Power to condense the body, but also dissipated some of his Law Power, making the body even more indistinct.

Yang Po leaped forward and then burrowed into the opening.

The blinding flame of the oil lamp came straight at him, and it took Zhang Xuezhou several moments of focused attention to make out what was supposed to be an oil lamp.

The lamp wicks, as thick as an arm, burned all around, and oil drums as tall as a person served as oil storage tanks.

It is unknown what kind of oil was in the oil drum, but these wicks not only burned with a fierce flame, but also had a rather unique aromatic smell.

Zhang Xuezhou's true form cannot be smelled in the sewage channel, but once inside, the scent of burning incense can be detected.

But he quickly averted his gaze from the glaring and unsettling oil lamp and looked instead at the structure in front of him that resembled an Arc de Triomphe.

"Another altar?"

Zhang Xuezhou had seen some sacrificial scenes, most of which involved slaughtering people and livestock for sacrifice, and then using the blood to complete the ritual.

Such sacrificial rites are generally short-term events, lasting only a few minutes, and even those with specific requirements only last for seven days and seven nights.

The scene before him gave him a sense of familiarity with another kind of ritual.

This is a group of tiger-headed, human-bodied beings kneeling on the ground, constantly praying and offering sacrifices.

These beings do not possess physical bodies and resemble the group of red-skinned priests holding books in the Donghua Hall. Tiger Head's eyes are filled with numbness and obsession as he repeatedly chants the same scriptures over and over again.

It was unclear how long these beings' chanting had lasted. Just as Zhang Xuezhou was about to look away after comparing the two, he suddenly saw in the corner of his eye that one of the beings' arms had transformed into a tiger's claw.

"Since you've entered the Soul Hall, why aren't you among the ranks?"

Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard a spiritual fluctuation coming from the Arc de Triomphe, which then announced the rules of the place.

"Rank up!"

"Rank up!"

"Rank up!"

Guided by this spiritual fluctuation, the scriptures recited by the many tiger-headed, human-bodied beings ceased, and instead, they began to chant in unison, creating a powerful spiritual wave.

These voices are a mixture of religious madness and seductive allure.

If one's will is not firm, one will quickly succumb to the clamor of the crowd and join the ranks of those chanting scriptures.

To Zhang Xuezhou, these sounds were nothing more than a distraction, failing to stir any particular thought in his mind.

"Could this be the Tiger Soul Hall?"

A tiger's roar echoed in the distance, followed by the sound of something rapidly approaching.

Zhang Xuezhou had his doubts, but he didn't deliberately stand out as an oddball.

The faintly visible body of Yang Po Tuo quickly floated towards the numb group of chanting sutras and then stood among them.