Chapter 1808

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lotus Pool

The four tomb guards were all extraordinary. They probably had the strength of a Heavenly Immortal at the very least. Although Zhuowen's cultivation had reached the intermediate stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm, he still felt that the four tomb guards were difficult to deal with.

However, compared to the first time he met the tomb guards, Zhuowen's current state was clearly much better. At the very least, he would not flee in panic like before.

The eyes of the Dao soldiers guarding the tombs blazed with fiery light. However, the fiery light was extremely cold, as if it was the dead of winter.

Shi Ji calmly glanced at the four tomb guards and said indifferently, "An old friend has come to meet you. Is this how you treat your guest?"

As soon as Shi Ji finished speaking, an indifferent voice came from the huge palace in the center of the plateau, "Shi Ji, you're here again. Are you here to persuade me again?"

Shi Ji's eyes flickered. He pointed at Zhuowen beside him and said with a smile, "That's right. However, I've also brought this little fellow with me this time!"

The master of the Divine Tomb was silent for a moment before he said, "Dongfang, Nangong, Beichen, Ximen, the four of you open the restriction and welcome the guest."

As soon as he finished speaking, four enormous bronze coffins immediately flew out from the tombs at the four corners of the plateau.

The auras of the four bronze coffins were extremely terrifying. It was not difficult to imagine that the people in the four bronze coffins were all peerless experts.

However, Zhuowen still keenly sensed that although the auras of the four bronze coffins were strong, they were still inferior to Shi Ji who was beside him.

As Shi Ji had been absorbed too much of his Celestial Core Power by the Luo Yanjing over the past ten thousand years, his cultivation had fallen severely. He had fallen from the peak of the True Immortal Realm to the intermediate stage of the True Immortal Realm.

The auras of the four True Immortal coffins were not as strong as Shi Ji's. They should be at the early stage of the True Immortal Realm.

However, Zhuowen knew that the True Immortals in the four True Immortal Tombs were not simple. Moreover, from their names, it could be seen that the masters of the four True Immortal Tombs should be adept at joint attacks.

If the four early-stage True Immortals were to display a joint attack, even Shi Ji would have a hard time defeating the four True Immortals.

Bang bang bang bang!

Four muffled sounds were heard. Soon after, Zhuowen saw the lids of the four bronze coffins open one after another. Four figures with terrifying auras emerged from the four coffins.

In the coffin in the eastern tomb, there was actually a shifty-eyed middle-aged man.

Zhuowen had a deep impression of this eastern tomb. Back then, it was this person who had sent the tomb guards to force Zhuowen to flee miserably. Speaking of which, Zhuowen still had some old grudges with this person.

Back then, the voice that came from the Eastern Tomb was extremely solemn. In Zhuowen's impression, it should have been a solemn and dignified person. He didn't expect it to be a wretched middle-aged uncle.

This shifty-eyed middle aged man slowly turned around and grinned at Zhuo Wen as he said, "Little Fellow, we meet again. I truly never imagined that in a short period of over 65 years, your cultivation has actually improved to such an extent. It truly causes one to sigh endlessly with emotion."

Zhuowen's eyes flickered, but he did not answer. Instead, he focused on the other three people.

In the northern tomb, a woman with long snow-white hair and a cold expression came out. She looked to be about 85 years old, and her body exuded a cold and mature charm.

In the western tomb, there was a burly young man with dark skin and a charmingly naive appearance. There was always a smile on his face.

In the southern tomb, there was a young man in a white robe with a cloth band on his head. He was dressed like a scholar, and there was an elegant smile on his face.

The four people bowed to the Tomb of the God of Sin from afar. Then, they stood at the four corners of the plateau and made complicated seals with their hands. Afterward, Zhuowen found that the white snow on the plateau slowly dissipated, and there were traces of ripples on the surface of the plateau.

Zhuowen stared at the powerful formations around the plateau, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes. Before the four of them made the seals, he had not sensed that there were formations around the plateau at all. It was clear that the formations were extremely profound, so profound that even Zhuowen had failed to notice them.

"As expected of the Tomb of the God of Sin. The formations here are so terrifying, so they should be extremely powerful ancient formations," Zhuowen thought.

"Shi Ji, come in!" The voice of the master of the Tomb of the God of Sin rang out once more after the formations were opened.

Shi Ji led Zhuowen to the Tomb of the God of Sin in an instant. Soon after, they arrived before the central palace and said, "Don't you want to consider the matter of the ancient battlefield?

I think you also want to know the truth of what happened back then, right? "

The master of the Tomb of the God of Sin fell silent for a moment before saying, "We'll discuss this matter after you enter the hall. You must have brought the little fellow here for another reason, right?"

Shi Ji chuckled and said, "Of course I have another reason. This little fellow's wife has fallen into a deep slumber for various reasons, and her body has collapsed. In order to save his wife, he needs the Nine Soul Lotus Root. I know you have it."

"The Nine Soul Lotus Root?

That's a precious thing that my Lord has painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years. How can you give it away just like that? "The shifty-eyed middle aged man spoke with slight displeasure.

Zhuowen cupped his hands deeply towards the hall and said in a deep voice, "Master of the Tomb of the God of Sin, if you're able to give the Nine Soul Lotus Root to me, I'll definitely remember it for the rest of my life. If the Master of the Tomb of the God of Sin has any requests in the future, I'll definitely not refuse."

"The Nine Soul Lotus Root is too precious. Little Fellow, your appetite is really big!" The woman with snow white hair and a cold expression shook her head.

Zhuowen paid no attention to her. He stared fixedly at the enormous palace before him. He knew that only the master of the Tomb of the God of Sin had the qualifications to decide who the Nine Soul Lotus Root belonged to.

The master of the Tomb of the God of Sin fell silent for a long time before he finally said faintly, "Beichen, take this little fellow into the lotus pond in the palace and give him the Nine Soul Lotus Root."

Zhuowen was stunned, and then he revealed an expression of wild joy. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior, for your selfless gift."

However, after this wild joy, Zhuowen quickly revealed a puzzled expression. He was puzzled as to why the master of the Tomb of the God of Sin would agree to give the Nine Soul Lotus Root to him so easily.

It wasn't difficult to discern from the conversation between the shifty-eyed middle aged man and the snow haired woman that the Nine Soul Lotus Root was extremely precious. Moreover, the master of the Tomb of the God of Sin wasn't related to him at all, so why did he agree so readily?

The corners of Shi Ji's mouth held a smile, and he wasn't surprised by the master's answer at all. He said to Zhuowen in a low voice, "Zhuowen, I'll go in and discuss the matter of establishing the Ancient Battlefield with the master of the Tomb of the God of Sin. You go get the Nine Soul Lotus Root from the lotus pond with Miss Beichen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Ji didn't wait for Zhuowen to speak before he took a step forward, and he was like an ethereal shadow that suddenly vanished behind the door.

"Zhuowen, let me introduce myself first. I'm Beichen Ruoli, and I'm the guardian of the north for my lord." The icy cold woman with snow white hair arrived before Zhuowen and spoke indifferently.

"Hehe, kid, I'm Dongfang Qinsheng. You should remember me, right?"

The shifty-eyed middle aged man hurriedly moved over to Zhuowen's side and patted Zhuowen's shoulder as if they were close friends.

Moreover, before Zhuowen could reply, this person pointed at the refined scholar not too far away and said, "That's Nangong Haoran. He's a pedantic scholar who usually likes to show off. The other person is Ximen Fei. Don't be fooled by his simple and honest appearance. He's even more terrifying than any ferocious beast when he's infuriated. Kid, stay away from him."

Zhuowen looked helplessly at Dongfang Qinsheng's overly familiar appearance. He wanted to interrupt, but every time he was interrupted, it made him feel rather awkward.

"Dongfang Qinsheng, this has nothing to do with you. Go away!"

Beichen Ruoli's eyes were as cold as ice as she stared at Dongfang Qinsheng. Dongfang Qinsheng, who had been speaking with fervor and assurance, suddenly shuddered. He turned to Beichen Ruoli with a fawning smile and said, "Beichen, don't you see that I'm excited?

No one has come here for many years, and I'm about to die of loneliness. If I don't talk to this little brother, I'll be bored to death. "

"Haha, then you'll be bored to death. Don't cause trouble for Beichen Ruoli," Nangong Haoran said with a carefree smile.

Ximen Fei revealed a simple and honest smile and looked over quietly. He didn't say anything.

Dongfang Qinsheng scratched his head and was about to refute Nangong Haoran when Beichen Ruoli said coldly, "Dongfang Qinsheng, if you don't leave, then don't blame me for being rude."

As she spoke, Beichen Ruoli's long hair fluttered despite the lack of wind. A terrifying chill faintly swept out from her body, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze under the influence of this chill.

Dongfang Qinsheng's expression changed drastically. He immediately stepped aside and muttered, "Are you serious? Can't I be scared of you?"

Beichen Ruoli glanced at Dongfang Qinsheng, then said to Zhuowen, "Come with me. I'll take you to the lotus pond to get the Ninesoul Lotus Root you want."

After saying that, Beichen Ruoli turned around and entered the main hall. Zhuo Wen, who was deep in thought, followed closely behind her.

After the two of them left, Dongfang Qinsheng, who had been smiling mischievously, turned serious. He said, "Isn't Her Excellency being too nice to this child?

Her Excellency has cultivated the Ninesoul Lotus Root for thousands of years. It wasn't easy for her to hasten its maturity. Originally, it was for her own use, but now she's giving it to Zhuowen … "

Nangong Haoran nodded solemnly. "Her Excellency has recognized this child as the Child of Destiny. Moreover, the Fuxi Cauldron is indeed in his possession. As long as it doesn't cross Her Excellency's bottom line, Her Excellency will satisfy this child's request!"

Dongfang Qinsheng remained silent, but in the end, he sighed softly.

The palace was extremely large. Beichen Ruoli led Zhuowen for a full hour before they walked out of the outermost corridor. After passing through several other halls, they finally arrived at a large hall on the left side of the palace.

This large hall was made entirely of jade, and a dense Immortal Qi assaulted their nostrils. Zhuowen revealed an intoxicated expression.

In the middle of the hall, there was a large lotus pond.

The lotus pond occupied a third of the hall's surface area, and at the edge of the pond stood a jade-colored fence made of jade.