Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Setting Up the Formation
Heavenly Realm... Youyun Mountain?
When Yang Chuan heard Zhenhao’s words, he suddenly fainted.
Because this place was a well-known cemetery in the heavens.
Most importantly, it was the beginning of everything. That year, Yang Chuan devoured Ma Zun’s Residual Soul and trained on Ghost Mountain for the first time, where he met Guo Nu and Guo Ruyu.
No matter how Yang Chuan’s relationship with the Guo Family changed, Yang Chuan had long detached himself from the heavens, but that place was always etched in Yang Chuan’s memory.
The ancestral tomb of the Qin Family was unexpectedly on Youyun Mountain.
But the decision to secure the first sword had already been made. Yang Chuan calmly smiled and said, "In that case, let’s head for the heavens."
"That’s great! I’ll arrange the car immediately!"
Zhenhao quickly took out his phone to make arrangements.
Although the Chen Family had fallen overwhelmingly, the proverbial "a dead camel is still larger than a horse" applied, and traveling in several cars wasn’t an issue.
So that night, Yang Chuan and Qi Yuan stayed at the Qin Family’s residence.
Meanwhile, Chen Xue, who hadn’t visited her home for a long time, naturally stayed overnight to chat with her mother about personal matters.
On another note, it could be considered as showing a degree of threat to others.
While it might not have been obvious before, it became increasingly clear to everyone from then on that the world was filled with people of considerable standing. Therefore, staying at Yang Tian’s home that night was an event in itself, possibly linked to later dealings with the Chen Family, which Yang Chuan would think about further.
Early the next morning, after a night’s rest, everyone boarded the vehicles Zhenhao had arranged and set off toward the heavens.
The route wasn’t too distant, so many people soon arrived at Yun Mountain.
"Mr. Yang, please come this way! My family’s ancestral tomb is right ahead!"
Zhenhao led the way with Yang Chuan in the cemetery, pointing to a location where Yang Chuan unknowingly smiled.
Coincidentally, the spot Zhenhao pointed to was precisely where Yang Chuan had once sat, nearby Elder Guo’s tomb.
Zhenhao also knew of the connection between Yang Chuan and the Guo Family, saying: "Mr. Yang seems to have already discovered that the entrance to my ancestor’s resting place is next to Old Mrs. Guo’s tomb. Actually, this area, originally Liu Yunshan, was where a witch who worshiped the heavens had passed away. A geomancer said the feng shui here was extraordinary, which eventually led to its development into a cemetery."
"So that’s how it is!"
Yang Chuan nodded, his mind clearing up as he became more aware of the Chen Family’s ancestral burial site.
Years ago, he not only felt the unusual essence here but also suspected it was due to the unyielding influence of the Chen Family ancestors.
Otherwise, the congregation of so many tombs and the imposing presence of Old Mrs. Guo’s tomb wouldn’t have managed to suppress Yang Chuan.
However, back then, Yang Chuan was weaker and hadn’t noticed these peculiarities.
"It seems that the records in the chronicles of Yao Shun Yu Tang’s culture aren’t accurate, and the true Immortal Physician wasn’t an ordinary person."
Yang Chuan followed Zhenhao’s lead, passing by Old Mrs. Guo’s tomb and arriving at a rather tall residence.
Once inside, Zhenhao lightly twisted a nearby oil lamp, which revealed a concealed dark door in front of everyone.
Upon seeing the secret door, Zhenhao turned to Yang Tian and said, "Mr. Yang, actually, what I brought you here for follows my family’s instructions. If there’s an item resembling a sword inside, though its authenticity may be unclear, it involves a matter tied to Zhao Xun of my Zhen Family."
"Zhao Xun?" Yang Tian frowned.
"Exactly, Zhao Xun!"
Zhenhao nodded. "The master of my Zhen Family, Zhao Xun, has been passed down through generations. If there are great talents in this world, they must join forces with us Zhen members and bring them forward."
"Though I don’t completely understand, it’s apparent that extraordinary matters bound to two great characters reside in this world. Beyond that, only Mr. Yang can bear responsibility. Please, Mr. Yang, go inside!"
As Yang Chuan listened, he mentally acknowledged the remarkable nature of the ancestral site, stepping forward resolutely.
However, just as Yang Tian neared, Zhenhao spoke again. "Mr. Yang, there’s something I didn’t expect to say."
"Speak," Yang Tian said indifferently.
"Once you enter this door, your life and death depend on the heavens!" Zhenhao emphasized each word.
Zhenhao’s ability wasn’t anything particularly exceptional, but the practitioners on-site, including Chen Xue and others, all suddenly felt a weight of oppression at the entrance.
The aura resembled a ferocious beast lurking in the gateway, ready to devour someone.
"Brother Qian..."
Feeling this abnormality, Qi Yuan reacted nervously, turning to Yang Tian for reassurance.
But Yang Chuan simply smiled, patting Qi Yuan lightly on the back of her hand. "Relax, nothing will happen. My capabilities—whether conquering the heavens or ancient tombs—will ensure safety."
Under everyone’s gaze, Yang Chuan stepped forward into the dark entrance.
Thud! Thud!
Just as Yang Chuan entered the ancestral tomb, the door behind him swiftly shut.
Faced with this situation, panic instantly arose.
But Yang Chuan, a supremely skilled warrior, merely furrowed his brow briefly before continuing onward.
The path stretched endlessly dark and long.
Using Yang Tian’s innate powers, he faintly discerned a stone door at the end of the corridor.
At first glance, he noticed the stone door bore a granite plaque. The characters carved into it resembled slithering serpents, strange and sinister. Yet Yang Tian discerned three words exuding an aura of strength.
"Indeed impressive. These words must have been inscribed by someone exceptionally strong."
Yang Chuan grinned lightly, pressing his hand against the stone door and giving it a gentle push.
Whoosh.
With an instant explosive sound, the stone door emitted blinding light, revealing a barrage of sharp arrows!
Yang Tian barely reacted before a subtle black glow enveloped him. As the arrows collided with this protective barrier, they were deflected and shattered to the ground.
"A trap?"
Yang Chuan looked down at the arrows and chuckled faintly.
Though designed as a mechanism, these arrows seemed quite rudimentary. While coated with poison, such amateurish traps posed no threat to someone with Innate powers. It was clearly set up to ward off intruders deliberately.
Yang Chuan’s gaze, however, began heating up with determination. From this stone door onward, he knew the journey ahead would only grow more perilous.
"What is that?"
After entering the stone door, a sudden acrid smell made Yang Chuan’s eyes narrow.
As his focus settled, what unfolded before him was a gruesome sight!
The stone door led to an eerie staircase, strewn with skeletal remains at intervals of dozens of meters, surrounded by scattered mechanisms.
Clearly, these bones belonged to those who had attempted to explore this forbidding place.
According to historical records in Yao Shun Yu Tang’s chronicles, the Chen Family’s ancestral tombs were artifacts of the world, existing since the early dynastic eras.
Over the years, many curious adventurers discovered the tomb’s extraordinary nature but, lacking sufficient power, ultimately perished here.
But for someone like Yang Chuan, who had long been accustomed to such scenes as part of his craft, these macabre sights hardly fazed him.
He placed barriers of black energy around himself to withstand the tomb’s traps as he navigated deeper.
After traversing for an unspecified time, Yang Chuan reached the bottom of the staircase.
Here lay a spacious chamber, with its centerpiece divided by a mystical river bridged by swinging iron chains.
While Yang Chuan was far from an expert in feng shui, his insights were not ordinary either. He questioned aloud:
"Why would a grave contain a flowing river like this? This moist energy should decay and damage the corpses..."
Crucially, Yang Chuan noted that upon entering Li Zhenjun’s tombs, he had sensed nothing untoward except for the skeletal remains.
But as Liang Tianzhen reflected on this peculiar setup, stones by the river suddenly shifted, emitting bursts of white smoke.
Yang Chuan alarmed, stepped forward to observe. The stones dissolved swiftly in the clear river, transforming into a white vapor at a visible rate.
"What corrosive liquid is this?"
Staring at the rapidly vaporizing stones, Yang Chuan frowned deeply.
Drawing upon Ma Zun’s ghostly memories, Yang Chuan instantly recognized the river’s treacherous nature; tales from the business realm often spoke of water capable of corroding everything in its path.
The heavens and earth held countless secrets too vast to count!
Among them were virtuous entities, those who found redemption, as well as mystics of water, fire, and specters.
Of these, the Ghost God stood as a transcendent force—a Ghost Immortal whose treasures included water capable of dissolving all matter!