The snow-white, smooth carved pillars supported the dome, adorned with exquisite winding floral patterns, all crafted from gemstones and gold and silver. Pale blue silk veils fluttered, and round, large pearls were scattered across the floor, with gems everywhere.
On the weapon racks in the corner, various weapons were displayed: sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, a dazzling array. There were also styles Su Luo had never seen before, and she didn't know how to use them. They seemed to be all collected by the owner during his lifetime, and each emitted a strong spiritual energy.
Ancient paintings hung on the walls, and the treasure cabinets were filled with various ornaments, shimmering with an iridescent glow.
There were massive seven-colored divine pearls, enamel bronze and gold ornaments in deep purple, red gemstones emitting fiery phantom images, objects taller than a person, and exquisitely carved jade horses that looked lifelike, as if they could come alive at any moment...
Beside the dressing table stood an ancient, simple mirror, clearly belonging to a woman.
This was hardly a tomb; it was more like a palace inhabited by an emperor.
Hua Xiangrong and Fantian, who had followed behind, were also stunned. Who could be the owner of this place?
Suddenly, a distant, solemn, majestic, and divine male voice echoed: "Finally, you have arrived. This King has waited for you for one hundred eighty-three thousand five hundred twenty-six years..."
This voice carried an indescribable pressure. Even without revealing any killing intent, it made the four people present gasp for breath, almost passing out. Su Luo struggled hard, tightly clutching the lotus-glazed lamp, afraid to let it extinguish.
Lu Jixing fared worse. He lay powerlessly on the ground. Although he was influenced by the divine artifact and had lost all control, he was even more intimidated by this voice, unable to muster any thought of resistance.
Fantian and Hua Xiangrong knelt on the ground. Though they desperately tried to lift their heads to see who was speaking, their hearts were filled with extreme fear. Only their rationality screamed: Escape, escape, escape!
Su Luo's first thought was, could this be the King of the Winged Tribe, Sheli.Naga?
This pressure was definitely no less than that of Haotian the Great at his peak!
Black mist swirled, spreading out and then being burned away by the surrounding lit lamps, creating a bizarre scene.
A handsome man, dressed in a golden robe and wearing a golden crown woven with floral vines, appeared in the great hall like smoke. Behind him was a white sarcophagus, ten feet long and wide, but perfectly square.
He stood there, as if radiating more brilliance than the sun. A powerful pressure emanated from him. His golden bat-like wings, spread wide, were thirty feet long. His black, supple hair cascaded to the ground like a waterfall, and his fair skin was almost translucent.
He looked down at Su Luo and the others with utter disdain, his alien green eyes devoid of any human warmth.
"You... which one of you is the divine envoy this King has waited for for one hundred eighty-three thousand five hundred twenty-six years?"
The voice, filled with pressure, echoed through the hall once more.
Su Luo and the other three were surprised, what divine envoy?
This King of the Winged Tribe was actually waiting for someone, and had been waiting for over 180,000 years!
Fantian and Hua Xiangrong tried their best to lift their heads, straining to stand upright. They were both shocked and unsure if they had truly understood the meaning of his words.
Lu Jixing was filled with questions but dared not speak.
He couldn't even send a telepathic message to Su Luo. In the presence of this mysterious powerhouse, weakened by the lotus-glazed lamp in his junior sister's hand, he was now like a chick waiting to be slaughtered, utterly incapable of resistance.
Qingyi retracted his poleaxe and respectfully glided to stand behind the man, serving as a loyal guard.
Su Luo had never been so nervous.
Even when pursued by a ten-thousand-year-old Chi Jiao in Haotian the Great's underground palace, or when she went to the Giant King's Court and encountered giants revived one after another, she had never felt as apprehensive as she did now, not daring to make the slightest mistake.
Divine Eye Mirror, activate!
In the next moment, Su Luo finally confirmed the man's identity—Sheli.Naga, indeed the King of the Winged Tribe.
But she only saw his name, no other information.
Su Luo was astonished by his power. She was already a third-tier Venerable, yet she still couldn't fathom his secrets! What was his cultivation level? Had he already become a god?
However, perhaps Sheli.Naga had a special method to block the detection of the Divine Eye Mirror. Perhaps another equally powerful divine artifact could prevent others from prying into his privacy.
"You... are you the divine envoy this King has been waiting for?"
Sheli.Naga's cold gaze fell upon Su Luo, sending chills through her body.
Su Luo's heart trembled. This was bad. How was she supposed to know who this King of the Winged Tribe was waiting for, or why?
Fortunately, before Su Luo could figure it out, Sheli.Naga's gaze shifted to Lu Jixing beside her, asking the same question: "You... are you the divine servant this King has been waiting for?"
Lu Jixing, lying on the ground, was almost scared senseless.
Even just Sheli.Naga's gaze made him feel ice-cold, his teeth chattering, unable to utter a single word.
He wailed inwardly, Junior sister, move your lamp away from me!
Fortunately, Sheli.Naga did not linger too long. He floated over to Hua Xiangrong and asked the same question. However, his tone seemed to be growing impatient.
Hua Xiangrong also didn't know how to answer.
If she said the wrong thing, she might enrage this powerful being, as she was certain she was not any kind of divine envoy.
"Respected sir, I... I am not the divine envoy you are waiting for, but perhaps you could tell me what happened... o-or perhaps I can help you solve your problem?" Hua Xiangrong said cautiously.
Sheli.Naga's eyes turned cold, and anger flickered in his green eyes: "Not you?"
Instantly, a violent force struck. Hua Xiangrong didn't even see him move before she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pillar. She spat blood, fell down, and fainted on the spot.
Fantian's heart leaped as he watched. This was bad; it was probably his turn now!
In the next moment, Sheli.Naga indeed floated before Fantian, his tone becoming cold and murderous: "Speak! Are you... are you the divine envoy this King has been waiting for!?"
If he denied it, it would surely be a dead end.
Fantian trembled and blurted out, "Yes, I am!"
Sheli.Naga's eyes held a scrutinizing sharpness, as if he didn't quite believe it. He stared intently at Fantian, making him feel chilled to the bone. The oppressive aura that followed made him unable to speak, and he deeply regretted his actions.
If he had known, he wouldn't have sought revenge on Su Luo, and he wouldn't have encountered this malevolent god.
Just as Fantian was about to collapse, Sheli.Naga smiled again, looking him up and down as if satisfied. "Good, good. This King has finally found the divine envoy, not wasting this King's eighteen thousand years of waiting and hope. Now, please, divine envoy, fulfill this King's long-cherished wish."
Fantian was stunned.
So, this great being was waiting for a divine envoy to fulfill his wish? Who knew what his wish was!
Besides, even if he knew, he couldn't do it!
How could he accomplish something that even such a grand figure couldn't? It was impossible, even if it cost him his life.
Fantian stood stiffly, completely unsure of how to respond.
Sheli.Naga grew impatient again, as if his patience had been exhausted by the endless eons. He grabbed Fantian by the neck, his questioning voice resounding throughout the hall: "Are you or are you not the divine envoy? This King has waited eighteen thousand years for you, and you are still unwilling to help this King?"
"If you are not going to help, then what use is it for this King to wait for you?"
With that, he snapped Fantian's neck with a crack.