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On the way back to the Ye Residence, the head of the family, Ye Wenhui, could not contain his curiosity and smiled as he asked Ancestor Ye, Ye Xingchen, "Ancestor Ye, why do you think the Shen Family would inform us about the Sacred Tomb? Shouldn't they keep such information tightly under wraps to prevent it from leaking?"
Hearing this, Ye Xingchen gently stroked his beard, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Haha, Wenhui, you are still too naive and see things too one-dimensionally."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenhui quickly responded with respect, "Please enlighten me, Ancestor Ye."
Ye Xingchen continued slowly, "I observe that Shen Zheng's vitality is waning; he probably doesn't have much longer to live. The Shen Family is currently facing a severe shortage of high-end combat power, with only two Dukes at the first and second levels holding down the fort. If Shen Zheng were to fall, wouldn't the Shen Family become an easy target for others?"
At this point, Ye Xingchen paused for a moment, watching Ye Wenhui's thoughtful expression before continuing. "The fact that the Shen Family chose to inform us about the Sacred Tomb indicates that they recognize our Ye Family Ancestor's strength and are trying to do us a favor. In the future, if the Shen Family encounters difficulties and seeks my help within my capabilities, how could I refuse?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenhui suddenly understood, a look of admiration spreading across his face. "Thank you for clarifying this for me, Ancestor Ye! So that's how it is! It seems that the Shen Family is quite astute!" The two exchanged smiles and continued on their way home.
Meanwhile, on another side, Ye Tian led Ying Ziyi through a plate into the Burial Ground. As soon as they entered, their hearts involuntarily sank. The plate's dim light stood out starkly against the dark surroundings, guiding them deeper into this land forgotten by time.
Silence enveloped them like a shroud; it felt as if time itself had come to a standstill. The soil beneath their feet bore an eerie crimson hue, as if soaked in blood, revealing endless desolation and sorrow.
At that moment, the necklace around Ye Tian's neck suddenly radiated bright light. Su Yanran emerged from within it, gracefully floating in mid-air. Her gaze was profound, as if she could pierce through the mists of time and witness past glories and tragedies.
"What you see is on the edge of that world-shaking battle," she spoke in a deep and magnetic voice. Each word seemed to carry immense weight; in the air lingered remnants of fierce battle intent and indomitable will from powerful beings long gone. Though they had vanished, their resilience and dedication were forever etched into this land.
Su Yanran paused slightly before continuing. "Within the Burial Ground lie vengeful spirits formed from those who perished in battle. Although their power has greatly diminished and they are no longer what they once were, they still pose a considerable challenge for you."
"Ye Tian," she said, "you are now at the First Level of Marquis; you can venture a little deeper inside. There, you might find shattered divine weapons from that time and have a chance to inherit legacies left behind by powerful beings."
Ying Ziyi's eyes sparkled with surprise and curiosity upon hearing this. Unable to contain herself, she asked, "Senior Su, have you been here before?"
Su Yanran nodded gently, a hint of nostalgia flickering in her eyes. "Indeed. I once followed our sect leader into this place in search of the Zhun Emperor Weapon left by our ancestors."
At the mention of the Zhun Emperor Weapon, Ying Ziyi's eyes widened in astonishment. After spending several days together with them, she was no longer an inexperienced novice in the Cultivation World; she had gained a clearer understanding of Su Yanran's background as part of the Zhongzhou Semi-Imperial Force from Burning Incense Valley.
"Regarding the Zhun Emperor Weapon," Ying Ziyi said solemnly, "Senior Su, have you managed to find it?"
Su Yanran shook her head gently with a hint of helplessness on her face. "No, we didn't even catch a glimpse of it; let alone find it. Moreover, during that process we encountered powerful vengeful spirits that attacked us fiercely; our disciples suffered heavy casualties. If it weren't for our sect leader arriving in time with the Great Sage Weapon to fend them off, I might not have returned safely."
Hearing about Su Yanran's perilous experience made Ying Ziyi instinctively shrink her neck in fear. Observing this reaction, Ye Tian couldn't help but chuckle softly.
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