Chapter 1790

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　　In the very center of the wooden house, a figure sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion.
　　To be precise, it was a corpse.
　　The corpse, whose age was unknown, wore tattered robes, its skeletal frame sitting upright there.
　　Moreover, the skeleton was adorned with the remains of snakes, toads, scorpions, and other creatures.
　　These poisonous creatures had long since turned to skeletal remains, draped over the bones.
　　Huang Yu, realizing he was the only one scared enough to fall on his butt, felt embarrassed and quickly stood up, dusting himself off.
　　”Why is this a skeleton…”
　　Huang Yu said with a grimace.
　　Zhou Yuan stepped forward, carefully examining the skeleton’s form, his eyebrows raising slightly.
　　”A Saint！”
　　Zhou　Yuan　declared.
　　”These bones have been preserved here for at least several thousand years, yet remain intact. Not even a Heavenly Realm cultivator could achieve this—only the bones of a Saint.”
　　Zhou Yuan added, “Judging by the snake, insect, toad, and scorpion bones on this skeleton, they must also be at the Saint Beast level！”
　　”There’s a stele here…”
　　Huang Yu noticed a foot-tall stone tablet to the left of the skeleton.
　　The stone tablet was covered in dust, obscuring the characters; after cleaning it thoroughly and examining it closely.
　　”Huang Ziyu, a sage from Tong Cang Region, committed murder and evil deeds. In my youth when I was weak, he forced me to kneel and serve him tea. I refused, and he severed one of my arms！”
　　”Now that I have become a sage, I shall kill him！”
　　Huang Yu read the words on the tablet, then looked at the skeleton and couldn’t help saying, “Is this Sage Huang Ziyu？”
　　Zhou Yuan sighed at this point and said, “Huang Ziyu was also a long-renowned sage in Tong Cang Region. He went missing many years ago—who would have thought he died here.”
　　”This Gu Wentian is truly… someone who lives by vengeance.”
　　Ye Wushuang examined the furnishings in the wooden hut, finding nothing unusual, and eventually turned to leave.
　　He came seeking opportunities, not to look at corpses.
　　Soon, after inspecting one wooden hut after another, they found that each contained remains—the weakest being those at the Postnatal and Innate Saint Realms of the Sage Heaven Realm, while the strongest were all at the Sage level.
　　At a glance, the wooden huts stretched out one after another, numbering at least a thousand.
　　Seeing this, Huang Yu finally exclaimed in awe, “This Sage Gu Wentian is truly… terrifying.”
　　Among these wooden huts, the vast majority held the remains of martial artists at the Sage Heaven Realm, but there were at least a hundred sages as well.
　　He killed his former enemies and displayed their remains here.
　　Soon.
　　Pei Wenjie and Xuan Yutang also led their people out one by one.
　　Xuan Yutang chuckled and said, “Young Master Ye, have you noticed anything unusual？”
　　”Nothing but bones, nothing else.”
　　Hearing this, Xuan Yutang smiled and said, “What I find strange is who that senior could be, to have slain both Heavenly Realm and Sage-level experts—truly terrifying.”
　　Pei Wenjie, rarely speaking up, said at this moment, “It seems the blood-bone senior from the bloody path earlier might be the one who killed these people.”
　　”If so, this place might be what he left behind before death. Who knows what lies in that valley…”
　　The valley led inward, with a winding stone-paved path at its center stretching far ahead. Was it an opportunity or a dead end？
　　Xuan Yutang couldn’t help but laugh, “Pei Wenjie, are you scared？”
　　Pei Wenjie glanced over, too lazy to respond.
　　After a moment’s thought, Ye Wushuang stepped forward, following the path deeper in.
　　Huang Yu initially wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Ye Wushuang’s determination, he followed along.
　　Zhou Yuan, calm and composed, trailed behind the two.
　　”Young　Master　Ye…”
　　Huang Yu tugged at Ye Wushuang’s sleeve and whispered, “Maybe we should retreat… Although that Elder Gu Wentian is dead, I can’t shake the feeling that as a Saint, even his leftover tricks would be enough to crush minor figures like us at the Star-Grasping Realm…”
　　Zhou Yuan shook his head with a smile upon hearing this.
　　Ye Wushuang said, “If you’re scared, you can go back. Coming to the Burial Saint Cave and entering this illusory realm was always a life-and-death gamble from the start.”
　　”Opportunities lie ahead—having the luck to seize them also requires the courage to do so！”
　　Huang Yu immediately retorted, “I… I’m not scared! I just think… with your incredible talent and strength, it’d be such a waste if you died here.”
　　Hearing this, Ye Wushuang paused mid-step and glanced at Huang Yu.
　　Huang Yu hastily spat, “Pah pah pah! I was just talking nonsense.”
　　Ye Wushuang added, “Besides, if real danger arises, Elder Zhou is here to protect us.”
　　Zhou Yuan？
　　Him？
　　Huang Yu shot a sidelong glance at Zhou Yuan.
　　This guy seemed even less reliable than Ye Wushuang. When danger came, he’d just prop up that cauldron and hide inside, doing nothing.
　　But if they truly faced an insurmountable crisis, could they really hide under that cauldron forever？
　　The three of them proceeded along the bluestone path, heading deeper into the unknown.
　　Pei Wenjie, Xuan Yutang, and others watched as Ye Wushuang left just like that. Gritting their teeth, they also immediately followed.
　　At this point, even if they were afraid, not following would mean admitting inferiority, wouldn’t it？
　　The broad road stretched toward the depths of the valley.
　　Gradually, the mountain walls on both sides drew closer, and the road became narrower until it could only accommodate a few people walking side by side.
　　At this moment, on the road, Ye Wushuang and his two companions were ahead, while Pei Wenjie’s group of six and Xuan Yutang’s group of eight trailed behind.
　　Over a dozen people walked along the stone-paved road, steadily advancing forward.
　　Suddenly.
　　The narrow path opened up again ahead, as if Ye Wushuang and his group had reached the center point of an hourglass.
　　The road gradually widened, and the dozen or so people passed the narrowest point one by one. Their gazes fixed ahead, and they all came to a halt.
　　Deep within the valley, the sky above was no longer clear but shrouded in a blood-red mist. On the ground, countless blood-red beads, each as large as a cow’s eye, lay densely scattered.
　　At the very end, near the valley’s rocky wall, stood a towering altar.
　　At this moment, the bloody skeletal figure stood on the altar, arms spread wide, head raised, as if performing some peculiar ritual.
　　Suddenly.
　　A faint breeze blew past, carrying a strong scent of blood.
　　Then…
　　On the ground, those blood-red beads seemed to suddenly vanish by the dozens.
　　And　then　immediately.
　　”Ah！！！”
　　A scream rang out.