The main tomb buried the Qiongqi of Ancient Times, considered the strongest existence of its kind. This place is luxuriously adorned with all sorts of rare treasures and ancient magic artifacts on display, as if the Ancient Qiongqi could come back to life at any moment, wielding these artifacts to wage war and slay its enemies.

Any of these treasures, if taken out and auctioned off, would require the auction house to prepare six months in advance and heavily promote it as the finale piece to be sold at an exorbitant price.

Even with the discernment of Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, they couldn’t identify the origins of these items and could only ask their Third Senior Sister for explanations.

Fortunately, Lu Yang had two ears, perfectly suited for listening to his Third Senior Sister in one ear and Fairy Eternity in the other.

Three fluorescent spirit grasses with the same appearance grew on the wall, demonstrating stubborn vitality.

"Kunlun Grass, it is said that this thing can improve one’s foundation, cleanse the marrow, and even has a one in three chance of transforming into the rarely seen Kunlun Immortal Body!"

"Kunlun Grass, if you eat too much and become a Kunlun Immortal Body, it’s not very useful. The Kunlun Immortal Body is the most useless of all the immortal bodies. The first immortal body I ever defeated was a Kunlun Immortal Body."

A feather emitting a pure white glow was placed inside a shell as tall as a person, looking extraordinary.

"Qiongqi Feather, from the center of the Ancient Qiongqi’s back, it’s said that with this feather, one could invoke the ’Demon Race Alliance’ to request any Demon Race’s assistance. And within the feather lies a true word of the Ancient Qiongqi. Whoever hears this true word must agree to the conditions proposed by the Qiongqi Clan."

"Qiongqi Feather, just a feather plucked from the old Qiongqi’s back. It grimaced in pain for quite some time. With this thing, you can ask other Demon Races for help. Only the Qiongqi Clan can use it, and you need to drop blood on it and activate it with magical power. Then the feather will emit the old Qiongqi’s voice — ’Give me some face.’

A palm-sized black hill stood on the ground, heavy beyond measure, warping the surrounding space. If not for the reinforcement of an Array Method, it would’ve probably collapsed into a black hole by now.

"Zhou Shan’s Mountain Essence, there is a legend that in Ancient Times, there were two Great Powers controlling water and fire. They clashed in an epic battle for the Immortal’s seat, with water and fire colliding, volcanoes erupting, oceans turning into magma, and stars exploding into countless meteorites.

In the end, the Great Power of fire triumphed, and the Great Power of water, in a fit of fury, knocked down Zhou Shan, from which the Mountain Essence was born."

"Zhou Shan’s Mountain Essence, you remember that Golden Core Cultivator who could conjure saltwater, right? He got lucky, cultivating all the way to the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, then got into a conflict with a genius of the Phoenix Tribe. They started fighting, destroying several spheres, and the genius from the Phoenix Tribe, having been guided a few moves by me, fought fiercely.

The salty Golden Core, blinded by desperation, crashed into Zhou Shan, creating this thing."

"Is this the core of Zhou Shan?"

"That’s because he was hard-headed, using his head to compress Zhou Shan into such a small piece."

Lu Yang: "..."

All these treasures were sealed, and the slightest touch would alert the Qiongqi Clan, causing the entire Qiongqi tomb to lockdown, leaving tomb raiders no chance to escape.

As Third Senior Sister said, she was here for archaeological exploration, not for tomb robbing, and did not covet these items.

In the very center of the main tomb lay a coffin, large, dark, and extremely heavy. Rather than calling it a coffin, it might better be described as a great black boat that could traverse the River Styx, granting another life.

"This is Ten Thousand Year Underworld Wood, the best material for coffins, impeding all forms of Spiritual Sense investigation," Third Senior Sister explained.

"I remember this thing, old Qiongqi bought it from the Time Immortal, who used both the ’Tree-Planting Sutra’ and the Time Dao Fruit simultaneously, turning a sapling into Ten Thousand Year Underworld Wood."

"Heaven and Earth treasures become more valuable the older they are, people often ask the Time Immortal to age their treasures, and sometimes if aged too much, they can even produce Little Medicinal Kings."

The Time Immortal used a genuine "Tree-Planting Sutra," something Lu Yang couldn’t compare to.

Fairy Eternity said this as she extended her Spiritual Sense to investigate the black coffin, curious to know if the old Qiongqi was dead or alive, being from the same Ancient Times.

In this world, nothing could block the detection of an Immortal’s Spiritual Sense.

"Sadly, it’s truly deceased," sighed Fairy Eternity. An old acquaintance lay just nearby in the coffin, an indescribable feeling washing over her.

Without achieving a complete Dao Fruit, one’s lifespan is ultimately limited. Old Qiongqi had no external injuries; it died of old age.

However, she wasn’t too saddened, as she had little friendship with old Qiongqi, who often consumed humans until the era of the Five Ancient Immortals, when it no longer did so.

Therefore, when the old Qiongqi asked her to extend its lifespan, she didn’t help.

"Look here, there are characters." Lu Yang whispered, pointing to a line of small characters at the bottom of the wall.

"Meng Potian was here. Who is Meng Potian?"

Meng Jingzhou’s face colored slightly with embarrassment, "My father."

The Clan Leader of the Meng Family, when he was young, believed in reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, having gone both south and north, even leaving marks in the Demon Territory.

With his father’s character, it was only normal for him to leave small inscriptions like this here.

Third Senior Sister nodded, "The Qiongqi Clan also discovered this line of text."

Meng Jingzhou: "..."

Why is the Demon Territory more dangerous than I imagined?

No, that’s wrong, I have already run away from home, I can’t be considered a Meng Family member.

Lu Yang patted Meng Jingzhou on the shoulder, very loyal, "Don’t be scared, if the Qiongqi Clan finds us, I’ll throw you out to buy us some time."

"That won’t be necessary, the Qiongqi Clan won’t do anything to Junior Brother Meng."

Lu Yang was greatly surprised, he hadn’t expected the Qiongqi Clan to be so magnanimous, capable of repaying grievances with virtue.

"Repaying grievances with virtue is a bit too much. Hundreds of years ago, the Qiongqi Clan also rushed to cause trouble for the Meng Family, but the Qiongqi Clan had their troubles and couldn’t spare the time to deal with the Meng Family."

"What troubles did the Qiongqi Clan have?"

Lu Yang thought to himself, could it be that there was a huge battle in the Demon Territory hundreds of years ago, and the Qiongqi Clan got involved, facing attacks from both front and rear, unable to look after themselves, or could it be that there was infighting in the Qiongqi Clan, perhaps a struggle for the position of Clan Leader between two Qiongqi?

Third Senior Sister explained, "The Qiongqi Clan is by nature destined for poverty. Hundreds of years ago, they made losses in business and lost much money, causing widespread grievances within the clan. If it hadn’t been for the Meng family lending them money, the Qiongqi Clan might not have overcome that obstacle."

"It is said that just fifty years ago they repaid their debts in full. Junior Brother Meng, as the Meng Family’s Young Master, if the Qiongqi Clan were to find out about you, they should treat you respectfully. If you were willing to be buried in a Qiongqi tomb, I reckon they’d agree."

Meng Jingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that the Meng Family status didn’t always draw resentment.

Lu Yang glanced sideways at Meng Jingzhou, thinking the kid sure knows how to turn his Meng Family identity on and off.

Third Senior Sister bent her knees in three deep bows towards the black coffin, her posture dignified and her attitude respectful; the proper rites had to be observed.

"Predecessor Qiongqi, my apologies."

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Before taking someone’s burial items, one couldn’t simply take them directly—that would be improper.

She walked to a corner of the main tomb, cautiously enveloping a pottery jar with her spiritual power and lifting it.

This pottery jar was the most inferior among the burial items, not even qualifying as a magic artifact. The purpose of the pottery jar was decorative.

The few patterns on the pottery jar puzzled her.

"Junior Brother, take a look at this pottery jar."