Chapter 1765 - 316: 20,000-Word Mega - !_11

"Bang!"

Run Sheng did not retreat, but the furrows on his arms flowed rapidly, actually falling into a stalemate.

"Run Sheng, fall back!"

The proactive Run Sheng kept retreating.

Li Zhiyuan attempted to set up the Array, but just as he started, he discovered that forming any Array here was extremely difficult.

"This is within someone's Array... No, it's not just within an Array, this is a special Domain." ℯℯ𝑙.

At this moment, deeper below, a new body was being reconstituted, with the upper part already formed.

This person looked up; it was Zhao Lu Hai.

The instinctive anger in his eyes had diminished considerably, a sneer on his lips. Apparently, his consciousness had mostly thawed out.

Once he adjusted himself and came up again, he would no longer give everyone the opportunity like last time.

Plus, this was his absolute home ground. Even if his body wasn't fully restored, he could still trap everyone here.

Lin Shuyou: "What kind of monster is this, an immortal being?"

Li Zhiyuan glanced over Zhao Lu Hai, who was restructuring his body in a bizarre way, and looked deeper into the amber:

"Not an immortal being, he likely has a scapegoat."

The dilution of the amber made its penetration more potent, yet Li Zhiyuan could only see that the entirety of the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion's underground was filled with this substance.

It was much like the jade walls encountered beneath Yulong Snow Mountain, where shades, essentially corpses, were also nurtured.

Tan Wenbin came to the boy's side, first squatted, then placed his hands on the ground, saying:

"Brother Xiao Yuan, let's see what lies at the very bottom?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded, winding a Red Line towards Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin initiated Walking Yin, Snake Eyes swiftly penetrating downward.

At this moment, Tan Wenbin was essentially Li Zhiyuan's periscope.

Li Zhiyuan saw a row of coffins, all with their lids open, empty within.

Further down, the boy witnessed a group of deranged, disheveled people, all crowded along the outer walls of a room, stretching parts of their limbs outward. The extended limbs quickly decayed, ultimately transforming into a trickle, converging onto the only person within the room.

In the meantime, some bodies suddenly exploded, vanishing entirely.

With each explosion, the remaining individuals seemed massively provoked, becoming even more maniacal in pushing out more of their limbs.

Li Zhiyuan continued looking downward. He saw an altar, drawing closer, closer, closer...

Tan Wenbin's eyes began to bear the burden, cracking at the corners, but he knew this was the critical juncture, he had to ensure Brother Xiao Yuan grasped the most vital information.

Finally, Li Zhiyuan saw it.

On the altar, there was a severed head, with a flickering flame upon it.

"Ah!"

Tan Wenbin leaned forward, collapsing to the ground, gasping heavily.

Standing there, Li Zhiyuan's gaze turned cold, his fist slowly clenching.

"The Zhao Family lit a Heavenly Lamp with Zhao Wuyang's head."

Even for Li Zhiyuan, his prior worst-case scenario likely involved the Zhao Family defying the Dragon King's will in some other way, forcing Zhao Wuyang's partial existence.

However, the boy truly did not anticipate that the Zhao family would dare to so brazenly humiliate their ancestor.

Bear in mind, this was the Jiujiang Zhao Ancestral Mansion, those madmen eligible for a coffin there must, at least, have been the elders of successive generations of the Zhao family.

Li Zhiyuan was not of the Zhao family, the Zhao family's disrespect of their ancestor did not resonate with him.

But the boy had benefited from Zhao Wuyang, who generously gifted one of his prized relics to this outsider.

As long as someone maintained peace and subdued Evil, Zhao Wuyang was willing, and generous.

During Zhao Wuyang's life, he rose from obscurity, single-handedly seizing the Dragon King's Position from the Dragon King's Court successor, crafting his era.

Such a historical figure, still celebrated in Jianghu, viewed as an inspiration by countless, suppressed Jianghu while alive, only to meet such an end after death.

Zhao Wuyang was more than just an asset of the Zhao family.

Heh, you disgraceful Zhao family, calling yourselves Zhao Wuyang's descendants?

Li Zhiyuan fixed his gaze on the lamp in his hand.

"Only by extinguishing this lamp can this environment be dispelled."

Run Sheng: "But the lamp isn't lit."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "No, it's lit."

The boy placed his palm upon the lamp, moments later, scorch marks appeared on his palm.

Though the flame wasn't here, the lamp had never gone out.

Li Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, having intended to demonstrate, and to rule out anything, not self-harm.

Run Sheng: "I'll smash the lamp."

Li Zhiyuan: "The lamp itself is of no value; it's the Dragon King's karma within. Even if smashed to pieces, it still exists, continues to burn, and can still be seen through the Walking Yin perspective."

The boy placed the lamp before him, using various skills upon it, yet couldn't extinguish it.

Likewise, the flame on the altar, upon Zhao Wuyang's head, surely burned on.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

The ground protruded, like an expanding dome, within was Zhao Lu Hai, already half-reconstituted.