Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1977 – Tomb of the Shaman Ancestor

A myriad of thoughts ran through Lu Yun’s mind. Heavenfall clearly possessed the strength of a peak grand supreme to kill the nine-footed blood turtle with one strike. It might even be on par with an empyrean supreme!

He hadn’t told anyone that he was going to explore the tomb of the empyrean supreme, but God had thrown his divine weapon into the tomb from his position in the World of Immortals. He’d known that the young man was here and was aware of Lu Yun’s current straits.

And yet, he sent Heavenfall only after Jin Huo came back to life. If he’d done so from the beginning, Lu Yun wouldn’t have needed to utilize formula dao to search for a way out and he wouldn’t have saved Jin Huo.

It was obvious that God wished for Lu Yun to resurrect Jin Huo.

“We cannot give you Worldcarver since it is needed to protect the World of Immortals. Take the spear for now,” God added before falling silent.

The ancient spear jutted out proudly, a pillar soaring to the heavens. It slowly shrank with a haze of bronze light and landed in Lu Yun’s hand.

Craaaack.

The blood turtle’s body split open the second the spear landed in his hand and dissipated as motes of bloody light. An incredulous Jin Huo approached him, holding Chu Xun in her arms.

“Is this… that great one’s divine weapon?” she asked in a shaking voice.

“Mmhmm,” Lu Yun inclined his head. “He thinks you can’t protect me, so he sent me the spear.”

“What use does the World of Immortals have for me when it has him?” Jin Huo chuckled wryly. She was a firefly and God the moon. It was impossible to compare the two.

“He must have his own concerns to be unable to do as he wishes.”

Even though they were the guardians of immortal dao, Pangu and God never took action themselves. They at most kept the demon of immortal dao in check.

The demon’s origins were mysterious. Lu Yun had thought he was one of Yun Yi’s pawns, but now it looked like she’d simply kept him in check with the Imperial Seal.

“When you spoke of three empyrean supremes in the chief worlds, he’s the third, isn’t he?” Lu Yun asked as he considered the spear in his hand.

“…no.” Jin Huo shook her head.

“No?” Lu Yun’s eyes widened.

“That one and the great god Pangu are not empyreal supremes. They are another kind of existence entirely,” she continued shaking her head. “You wouldn’t understand it even if I told you. You will when you reach that level.”

“Are they like the four ancestral gods?” Lu Yun asked after some thought.

“It is simply a different path of cultivation.” Jin Huo refused to say anything further.

Lu Yun dropped the line of questioning, but he felt more confident after receiving Heavenfall. It connected with the Tome of Life and Death the moment he grasped it and projected itself into the treasure’s inner world.

The power of reincarnation inside the bamboo scroll wrapped around the massive projection, absorbing its strength and directing it into Lu Yun’s body.

His strength rose and he instantly reached the level of a grand supreme. He’d peeked into the life form of a grand supreme to begin with and changed his life form accordingly. Now that he was infused with the strength of the ancient spear, he was almost a grand supreme in truth.

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Peak grand supreme, however, remained out of reach. He would have to observe their life form as well before ascending to that level.

The world inside the Tome of Life and Death also underwent changes, shifting from the barren world it was before. It became a true land of life and a majestic spirit root grew within it—the spitting image of the tree god’s primary body.

With the spirit root as the core, the entire inner world turned lush and vibrant. While there were no life forms that possessed intelligence, this was a bonafide world that truly existed. At the same time, Lu Yun had a hunch that the Tome of Life and Death could transform again. It wouldn’t stop at the form of a bamboo scroll.

……

There was no need for Jin Huo to protect him now that he wielded Heavenfall. Although he was a far cry from a peak grand supreme, he could more than protect himself.

The tomb of the shaman ancestor was before them.

It was black and any color that entered it turned into black. It wasn’t the black created by the deprivation of light, but the color of black. It was black that appeared beneath the light.

A massive tomb towered in front of Lu Yun.

“Be careful!” He stopped Jin Huo when she moved to enter it.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Remember that nine-footed blood turtle from earlier?” he whispered. “Those things are sentient. They’re hiding now because they saw what Heavenfall did to the turtle.”

Jin Huo trembled.

“I’m weaker than you, but in places like an ancient tomb or burial mound, not even ten of you would measure up to one of me.” Lu Yun had become a grand supreme with the aid of Heavenfall. If he wished, he could utilize all of the layouts in the burial mound for his own purposes. With the spear and burial mound’s power, it wouldn’t be too difficult to kill a peak grand supreme.

“I didn’t know where the blood demons originate from, but now I see. The tomb of the shaman ancestor is their nest!” he murmured. “Blood demons manifest from the evil coffins because of this tomb!”

He was reminded of Xingzi. She’d killed a blood qilin by herself back in the day, stripping its bloodline from its body and connecting it to Cangyin. That turned Cangyin from a water qilin into one of the four blood demons—a blood qilin.

Xingzi was the princess of the shamans in the World of Immortals, and they were a branch of the shamans in the chief worlds. The ones in the chief worlds were so unpredictable that no one could fathom their next moves.

Even now, Lu Yun could only determine from a few clues that while the four evil coffins were leaking energy, they could only create images of blood demons. They could not create real ones.

All of this likely stemmed from the empyrean supreme of the darkness. Perhaps he’d seen through the blood demons’ eyes that Lu Yun and Jin Huo were here. As much as the tomb of the shaman ancestor was a plot against the Disordered Empyrean Supreme, it was also one against Lu Yun and Jin Huo.

The tomb was crafted out of black bones and appeared simple and bleak. It was a massive hall of black bones, one that matched the architecture style of the shaman sacred land of Xingzi’s memories.

Its front door was an enormous black skull instead of a tombstone. A golden arrow had drilled cleanly through the center of its forehead. It was the only thing not dyed black in the area.

“It’s his arrow…” Jin Huo shook. “His arrow that pierced his own head.”

“Who?” Lu Yun asked reflexively.

“The third empyrean supreme of the chief worlds.”