The Mausoleum

In front of Sang Ying Qing Mingfeng threw a few black stones into the pool of viscous red liquid. The seemingly solid black stones made a "sizzling" sound and emitted a string of white smoke as soon as they fell in.

Then the stone suddenly burst into flames, and was quickly burned to ashes, melting into the lava.

"See? The first thing you have to do to get the God Emperor's sword is jump in. Because the God Emperor's tomb is right under this lava." Qing Mingfeng grinned at Sang Ying, looking like he wasn't lying.

Haohe added, "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of us. Although we helped you find the way to the Divine Emperor's Mausoleum, we won't help you get inside. If you want that sword, it's up to you whether you have the guts to jump in and find it!"

Sang Ying could tell that the two were serious. She looked down at the fiery red lava below, and even though her hair was curled up from the intense heat because they were so close, she didn't take a single step back.

"Is it only possible to get that sword by going through the lava?" Sang Ying asked in a deep voice.

Haohe and said, "Yes, if you want to become a god, this is the only path. But let me tell you the truth, there are countless people who want to enter the God Emperor's Mausoleum, and many God Race have perished inside. You are just a mortal whose cultivation has only reached the Spirit Transformation stage. If you really jump in, I can't guarantee you'll survive."

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Sang Ying's forehead.

She didn't look at their expressions, but silently rummaged through her Storage Bag.

She used all her defensive array plates on herself, exhausting the Spiritual Power she had accumulated halfway through the array. Sang Ying practically used up all the Ice Spirit Crystal she had saved up over the years.

After making all the necessary preparations, Sang Ying, to the surprise of Haohe and Qing Mingfeng, leaped into the lava.

She was not made of stone, but was a monk who could move freely.

As Sang Ying watched the array around her break down layer by layer, and the Ice Spirit Crystal disappear one by one, she struggled to swim and desperately tried to burrow deeper into the lava.

The crimson lava stretched as far as the eye could see, and its scorching heat caused blisters to slowly form on her skin.

Sang Ying knew she would die if things continued like this, but before that, she had to cross the lava and find the mausoleum!

The formation was still breaking down, Sang Ying could see the isolated magma constantly eroding the formation's barrier. With each break in the formation, the magma got one step closer to her.

The slight chill of the Ice Spirit Crystal was far from enough to withstand the scorching heat of the magma, but Sang Ying could not turn back. All she could do was speed up and continue forward!

The power of the magma was simply too great. By the time Sang Ying noticed it again, she only had one last layer of the formation left. Even this formation was barely holding on thanks to the last Spirit Crystal.

Sang Ying raised her hand and poured all the Spiritual Power she could muster into the formation. The Spiritual Power of a Spirit Transformation cultivator was far greater than that of Spirit Crystal. From a distance, all that could be seen was an ice ball rolling in the lava.

By the time Sang Ying finally saw the ancient stone gate hidden beneath the lava, the last Spirit Crystal had been completely consumed.

Sang Ying raised her hand and grasped the ring on the stone door...

The formation shattered.

Sang Ying pulled the ring hard...

The outer layer of the ice puck began to melt.

The stone door opened a crack...

The ice hockey puck had a hole melted by lava.

Sang Ying felt something splashed on her back, and the burning and pain hit her at the same time, causing her to bite her lower lip until it bled.

But at this moment, she was only one step away from jumping into the stone gate.

The moment the ice ball formed from Spiritual Power completely melted, Sang Ying finally endured the excruciating pain and pulled open the stone door, then helplessly let herself fall inside.

An unknown barrier was set up on the stone gate, keeping all the lava out.

Sang Ying lay on the ground for a while to recover before raising her hand to find a few muscle-regenerating pills and stuffing them into her mouth. She felt as if several layers of skin on her back had been scalded by the lava.

After taking one muscle-regenerating pill, her back immediately felt itchy, and even the blisters on the back of her hands slowly disappeared.

Even the foot, which was reduced to a thin layer of flesh clinging to the bone, showed signs of slowing down and improving.

"Oh dear, that was quite a close call! You suddenly jumped down without telling me beforehand!" The Mirror Spirit complained, not having had a chance to escape from Sang Ying's arms because of her sudden action.

God knows how terrified it was when it saw the ice ball melting and the lava about to engulf it.

If it had known this female cultivator was a crazy doll, it definitely wouldn't have followed her!

It was only when the Mirror Spirit suddenly cried out that Sang Ying realized she hadn't entrusted it to the two Fallen Gods, so she jumped down with it.

She said with a hint of apology, "This is my fault. If there are similar agencies in the future, I will definitely keep you here."

"Forget it!" the Mirror Spirit refused. "Anyway, you've already overcome the lava, so even if there are other challenges, you'll probably succeed. I believe in you!"

Since Sang Ying has already helped it through the first hurdle, it's better to stick with her until the end than to give up halfway.

What if I could go with her to see the remains of that god-emperor?!

The Mirror Spirit was very much looking forward to it.

Sang Ying didn't waste much time. She didn't have much time left, as she had already wasted too much time on the way to the mausoleum, so now she was racing against the clock.

Once her wounds had mostly healed, Sang Ying began preparing to set off.

Having survived the first hurdle, the Mirror Spirit immediately became lively, no longer as silent as before, but chattering away in Sang Ying's ear.

They walked alone in the empty, dimly lit mausoleum, with only the spirit's voice around them, which made Sang Ying feel less lonely.

The mausoleum was very large, but Sang Ying walked for a long time without finding anything useful.

After she entered another stone chamber, the Mirror Spirit keenly sensed that it shared the same aura as the Mirror Spirit.

Before the Mirror Spirit could even warn Sang Ying to be careful not to fall into any illusion, Sang Ying had already collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant, seemingly having lost her mind.

Seeing this, the Mirror Spirit sighed helplessly, "Alas, I wonder what the illusion inside the Divine Emperor's Mausoleum is like?"

Even though it was very curious, it had no intention of trying to explore inside Sang Ying's head.

Firstly, the actions of the two Fallen Gods had already shown it the result of testing Sang Ying's consciousness; secondly, this was probably the second hurdle for her to overcome on her path to godhood. The mirror spirit didn't want to delay Sang Ying to godhood because of itself.

It barely managed to muster a sliver of its strength to circle around Sang Ying, ensuring she wouldn't encounter any danger before waking up.

"You absolutely must succeed!" the Mirror Spirit whispered.

Sang Ying opened her eyes and found herself on a battlefield, with a young man possessing immense power standing before her.

"Follow me into battle!" the youth roared, raising his longsword.