Chapter 1742 - 314: We Want to Live

The content is all about hoping the Zhao family can become the true Dragon King's Court.

But upfront, each carries a prefix:

"Sin willing to bear..."

"Punishment upon my body..."

"Heaven and earth do not tolerate..."

This means, starting from the Great Elder in the first scroll, they have done a "gravely sinful" act, and successive Great Elders, knowing this situation, also think it's an outrageous act, yet they all choose to persist and tacitly accept it for that grand aspiration.

Zhao Yi knows this is likely the deepest secret hidden within the Zhao family.

Great Elder: "Yi'er, they all did it for your sake."

Zhao Yi: "I want to know what exactly this is."

"You should know."

The Great Elder raised his right hand slightly, then let it fall.

It was a light tap, yet a fierce tremor followed.

Initially, Zhao Yi thought the walls around him were rising, but soon realized the ground he was standing on was sinking.

Continuously falling, the underground environment was suffused with a viscous texture like amber.

This substance looked familiar to Zhao Yi.

Back then under the Yulong Snow Mountain's Underground Palace, there was also such large areas of amber barriers.

He truly didn't expect that in his ancestral home, there would be such a thing, and underneath his ancestral home, there was unexpectedly another hidden world.

The amber was transparent, and below, there was clearly an independent underground world.

From this angle, the layout of the buildings above could be seen clearly.

The location where a group of coffins gathered was the Zhao family's back garden, where Zhao Yi knew the old ones who won't die lay dormant.

There was also one coffin, separately suspended elsewhere, the coffin lid was open, proving it was empty inside.

Above that coffin was the Zhao Family Treasure Vault, which meant originally the person who should lie in the coffin was now in the vault, that was the face of the person guarding the lamp Zhao Yi saw earlier.

Four coffins were close by, not pushed away.

These four coffins should be reserved for the four elders, the Second Elder indeed didn't have his own coffin.

Below all coffins, there was a rope tied, covered in talisman papers, all extending towards a certain area below, like an altar.

It looked much like a dock, these coffins like little boats all tied up, preventing them from drifting away.

Only then did Zhao Yi realize that he, who thought he was familiar with the Zhao family, was actually just an outsider all along.

"What's on that altar?"

Too far away to see clearly, all attempts to explore couldn't penetrate this amber viscosity.

"Yi'er, you can ride my coffin to see for yourself."

Zhao Yi looked at the coffin the Great Elder prepared for himself in advance, without hesitating, he stepped forward and climbed in.

"Buzz!"

A tremor hit, and Zhao Yi felt his consciousness being fiercely pulled, along with his Life and Death Door being tormented.

"Don't resist it."

The Great Elder's voice suddenly appeared behind Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi suddenly turned his head, seeing the Great Elder, who had left his chair at some unknown time, now in the same coffin with him.

The age spots on the Great Elder's face faded, although still aged, yet fresh and gentle like a photo studio's portrait.

Blurred were the wrinkles, hollows, and ailments, leaving only the smoothest face.

Zhao Yi suddenly realized he was now within this amber.

Looking up, the coffins he previously saw had all disappeared, with people standing where the coffins were.

They floated there, all looking kindly at him.

Some smiled at him, some waved, some cheered him on.

These were Zhao Yi's ancestors, the elders of Zhao Family throughout the ages.

If their spirits still lingered, seeing a genius emerging among their descendants, they'd indeed show such expressions.

Is this Walking Yin? Or is this amber viscosity a way of creating a special barrier?

Zhao Yi lowered his head, looking first at his hands, finding them back to their normal appearance, meaning what he was experiencing wasn't the real world.

Looking further down, Zhao Yi found himself getting closer to the altar below.

The Great Elder behind him seemed to push him, Zhao Yi like in deep water sank slowly onto the altar.

The nine-step altar wasn't towering, even appeared a bit too simple compared to such a grand setup.

On the altar was a cylindrical platform, embedded with identity tokens, densely packed.

This should be what he saw earlier, the ropes connecting coffins and the altar, this cylindrical platform was the post on the dock.

Zhao Yi's gaze moved upward, looking at the platform.

On the platform was a box, unclear what was inside but a hint of light emanated.

Zhao Yi reached out, intending to open the box. Doing so, his entire being started to shake.

It wasn't his body shaking but his soul, not from external interference, but a shiver arising from deep within his soul.

The closer to the truth, the more intense the fear grew.

As his hand just touched the box, it opened on its own and fell away, revealing what was inside.

It was a head.

A hole was drilled into the forehead, inside the hole was lamp oil, a wick extending out, burning with milky white flame.

In an instant, a strong anger rose from deep within Zhao Yi's heart, never in his life had he gone mad like he did now.

"You're using the ancestor's head... to light the Heavenly Lamp?"

In the rage, the Life and Death Door on Zhao Yi spun madly, his left eye turned white and right eye black. He turned around, looking at those "ancestors" above.

The nearest Great Elder spoke: "Yi'er, we all did this for you. Only the ancestor's blessings can allow us to continue living, waiting for the family to produce a genius like you, to fulfill our Zhao Family's wish of another Dragon King emerging.

All above, the elders of all ages, nodded one by one, agreeing with what the Great Elder said.

Zhao Yi's voice lost emotion, coldly he spoke:

"Then you can go die now!"

The Great Elder fell silent.

All above, the elders of all ages, also fell silent.

Zhao Yi's voice resounded on the altar again, questioning:

"It's time to fulfill your vows. I'm here now, you... can die now, come support me!"

Age spots reappeared on the Great Elder's face, and the elders in the air above all lost their kind expressions, faces turning a dark blue.

The whole atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

In the next moment,

All the elders spoke in unison:

"We... want to live."