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After speaking, Yun Fei's figure flickered as he led Zhang Yi and several powerful Kings into the palace, closely following him. Their silhouettes appeared hazy amidst the mist, while inside the palace, a chilling wind swept through, filled with an eerie atmosphere.
As Lu Tianming stepped into this ancient place, an indescribable coldness enveloped him, as if countless souls whispered in his ears, attempting to erode his mind. He dared not let his guard down for a moment; the Reincarnation Body within him activated instantly, a mysterious light bursting forth to form an impenetrable shield that barely resisted the pervasive Yin Sha Qi.
Truly, this was the resting place of the Ten Yama Kings. After thousands of years, the malevolent energy here remained overwhelmingly strong, sending shivers down his spine. It was likely that any ordinary Feng Wang Jing cultivator who rashly intruded would face near-certain death.
Lu Tianming sighed inwardly, his gaze filled with both reverence and determination. As he slowly advanced, a grand hall gradually came into view. Inside the hall, the light was dim, and an oppressive yet solemn atmosphere permeated the air.
At the very top of the hall sat a terrifying figure, seemingly merging with the space around it, embodying the essence of this place. The figure had a humanoid shape but was far more robust than an ordinary person, possessing four muscular arms brimming with explosive power. Its claws appeared mutated—extremely sharp and barbed, glinting ominously in the dim light.
The skin of this being was a dark gray color, as if soaked in some toxic liquid for an extended period. Even more shocking was that it had two heads: one adorned with an ancient helmet and the other with a crown, exuding an air of mystery. One hand grasped a wheel while the other held a sharp curved hook, seemingly ready to snatch souls at any moment.
This scene left Lu Tianming breathless. Just as he felt his spirit tremble, as if he were standing on the edge of an endless abyss, his Reincarnation Body suddenly surged to its peak. This power washed over his dazed consciousness like a tide, yanking him back from the mire of illusion.
Once he regained his senses, Lu Tianming's gaze refocused on the high platform above. However, it was now completely empty; only silence surrounded him. A wave of fear surged within him as he realized how close he had come to disaster.
Reflecting on what had just transpired, Lu Tianming understood that he had indeed fallen into an illusion. Within that illusion, scenes shifted and dangers lurked at every turn; had it not been for his Reincarnation Body's protection, he would have surely faced irreversible consequences—an unimaginable fate awaited him.
Yun Fei and Zhang Yi, along with their companions, were not so fortunate. As soon as they entered, they were disturbed by the Yin Sha Qi. In an instant, although none of the seven perished, two of them had already been invaded by the Yin Sha Qi, making it difficult for them to maintain their peak condition.
Faced with such a predicament, Yun Fei's expression grew particularly grave. His gaze was sharp as he scanned the few equally exhausted Feng Wang Jing warriors beside him. "A bunch of useless fools!" Yun Fei's voice echoed through the empty palace, tinged with anger.
However, he did not stop his advance. Instead, he led the remaining Kings deeper into the palace. Outside the palace, the members of the Yun Family waited anxiously, their eyes piercing through the mist as they fixed their gaze on the entrance, fearing that Lu Tianming might escape right under their noses.
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