Chapter 1698
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On all sides were walls, and beneath his feet lay the unyielding stone slabs.
With the aid of the illumination stones, he took a look around.
This was a hidden chamber, no more than ten feet in height, and approximately thirty feet in length and width. The walls and the ceiling were adorned with intricate carvings of text and a myriad of human figures in various poses.
In the center of this sealed chamber lay a coffin, quietly resting on the ground.
The sealed chamber.
The dim coffin.
In his hand, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword materialized, and Ye Wushuang slowly grasped it, filled with caution and vigilance.
He knew nothing of this place, and thus, prudence was essential.
Step by step, he approached the coffin, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword seemingly sensing its master’s wariness, its radiance gradually becoming more subdued.
The coffin was ten feet long and a little over three feet wide, crafted from a dark red wood that appeared ancient and weathered, its age unknown.
Ye Wushuang halted his steps, pondered for a moment, and ultimately decided to slowly lift the coffin lid with his sword.
There was no seal on top.
With a clang, the lid fell to the ground.
Ye Wushuang peered cautiously into the coffin.
As he looked in, he saw a body lying still within.
The body was that of a young man, appearing to be in his twenties, lifeless.
His eyes were closed, his features delicate and handsome, exuding an air of elegance and grace.
He was dressed in a moon-white robe, and even in death, his slender and well-proportioned figure was striking.
Moreover, the young man’s corpse had a blood-red bead in its mouth, shimmering with an eerie bloodlight.
Ye Wushuang stood by the coffin, observing the young man’s body.
There was nothing particularly unusual about it.
However, as Ye Wushuang examined the scene within the coffin, he failed to notice that the glow of the blood-red bead, which filled the entire chamber, seemed to bring the carved patterns on the ceiling and walls to life.
At first, these patterns were suffused with a bloody aura, which gradually converged and gathered around the coffin.
Suddenly.
“Hiss!!”
Ye Wushuang let out a cry of alarm and retreated.
A moment ago, when his hand had touched the edge of the coffin, a searing pain had shot through it.
As he stepped back, he saw that the entire chamber was now bathed in an eerie bloodlight.
The bloodlight coalesced around the coffin in the center of the chamber, and the blood mist gradually condensed into bloodlines, resembling tree roots or, more accurately, human meridians, densely interwoven.
Clutching the Taiyuan Spirit Sword tightly, Ye Wushuang’s heart was filled with extreme tension as he gazed at the coffin.
He had some idea of what was happening.
It seemed to be a form of Blood Reversal Technique!
Throughout history, the higher a martial artist’s realm, the more mysterious and divine their abilities became.
Some, on the brink of death, could use heavenly materials to preserve their own “corpse” in an imperishable state, allowing it to sleep and wait for the right moment when their vital energy could reverse back into their body and bring them back to life.
Such a method was beyond even the Saintly Heavenly Realm.
Only those who transcended the Saintly Heavenly Realm, the true Sages, could achieve this!
And even among the Sages, only a handful knew of the Blood Reversal Technique and could actually perform it.
The person inside the coffin was about to be revived!
Ye Wushuang was astonished.
He had never expected to be sent to such a place.
With this thought, Ye Wushuang did not hesitate. He pricked his fingers, and drops of his own essence blood fell onto the blade of the Taiyuan Spirit Sword.
The sword instantly absorbed the essence blood and burst into a dazzling radiance. Under Ye Wushuang’s control, it slashed at the bloodlines.
No matter what.
If the young man slumbering here were to awaken, he would surely be beyond Ye Wushuang’s ability to handle.
The best way to ensure his own safety was to prevent the young man’s awakening.
The blood-colored sword qi slashed at the bloodlines flowing back to the coffin, sizzling and emitting wisps of white smoke.
Ye Wushuang knew that his method was working!
Then, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword struck again and again, each slash sending more blood-colored sword qi towards the coffin.
But soon…
Ye Wushuang collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face pale and dreadful.
Using his essence blood as a catalyst and the Taiyuan Spirit Sword as his weapon, he could indeed disrupt the flow of the bloodlines.
But…
The cost was too great!
After dozens of slashes, Ye Wushuang’s essence blood was severely depleted, and the bloodlines he had disrupted amounted to only a tiny fraction.
The cost was enormous, yet the results were minimal!
Ye Wushuang realized that his current state, the Fourth Tribulation of the Self-Transcendence Realm, was simply too weak.
If he were at the Star-Picking Transformation Realm, it might have been a bit better.
“Qingshuang!”
With a shout, Ye Wushuang summoned his Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon, evolved from the Golden Silkworm, which emerged from his shoulder, growing to over a foot tall with its wings slightly spread.
“Keep an eye on the coffin!”
Ye Wushuang commanded directly.
The Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon, sensing the strangeness, immediately focused its eyes on the coffin, standing in front of Ye Wushuang.
Though it had only recently evolved into the Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon, it had been within Ye Wushuang for a long time and had long grown accustomed to standing by his side.
Man and falcon, they both kept a close watch on the coffin.
At this moment.
The bloodlines on the surface of the coffin were densely intertwined, like the roots of a tree, as if they had become a network of blood vessels.
The vital energy emanating from the blood-red bead spread out and was absorbed by the wall runes, returning to the coffin.
Watching the dispersing vital energy, Ye Wushuang immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.
“The Blood Reversal Technique’s circulating vital energy is pure and ownerless. If you can take it, so can I!”
With a grit of his teeth, Ye Wushuang began to absorb the pure vital energy to replenish his own essence blood.
Thus…
In the hidden chamber.
The vital energy circulated, forming two paths.
One path followed the walls, returning to the coffin.
The other path was plundered by Ye Wushuang.
Even the Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon began to absorb the dispersing pure vital energy.
Time ticked by slowly.
Suddenly.
Ye Wushuang’s eyes slowly opened, filled with a hint of regret and reluctance.
The blood-red bead inside the coffin had ceased to emit vital energy, and the circulation within the chamber had come to a halt.
Apart from the faint flickering light of the illumination stones, the entire chamber was utterly still.
Holding his sword, Ye Wushuang slowly stood up, his face still filled with caution, his back drenched in sweat.
The Blood Reversal Technique!
A technique achievable only by those above the Saintly Heavenly Realm.
If the person in the coffin came back to life and could speak sensibly, that would be fine. But if they were uncontrollable…
He would be doomed!
However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement from within the coffin.
Ye Wushuang, clutching his sword, took step by step closer to the coffin.
Suddenly.
With a click.
A slender, pale hand tightly grasped the edge of the coffin, the knuckles cracking loudly and echoing throughout the chamber.
Ye Wushuang’s steps froze, and every hair on his body stood on end!
