In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

At the bottom of the abyss, the blood mist was as thick as solidified purple-black mucus, emitting a deep and strange light under the pale moonlight, as if it would swallow everything at any time.

Li Qingfeng's three clones stood in the shape of the Big Dipper, ready for battle. The green-robed clone held the Big Dipper sword tightly in both hands, and the sword was shining with starlight, just like the stars in the cold night.

The red-robed clone held up the Fire Banner, and the raging flames burned the surrounding gray fog, illuminating the sky and earth red.

The white-robed clone pressed the runes of the Soul-Binding Array Plate deep into the soil, and the mysterious runes glowed faintly.

A hundred feet away, the bronze door made a dull sound like gears meshing, which was creepy.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp chimes of seven soul-soothing bells pierced through the thick blood mist, resonating like a deadly soul-calling talisman throughout the deadly silence. "Hmph, you ants, do you really think you can shake me?"

The gravekeeper emerged from the fog, the right side of his face rotten, maggots wriggling in the rotten flesh, emitting a disgusting odor.

His left cheek was as smooth as jade, like a young boy. The two extreme expressions coexisted strangely on his face, which looked particularly terrifying.

As he raised his hand, seven bronze bells vibrated violently simultaneously. As if summoned by some mysterious force, the bones at the bottom of the abyss burst forth from the earth. In the blink of an eye, a wall of bones that blocked out the sun and sky rose up, trapping the clones within.

Upon seeing this, the green-robed clone swung his sword at the bone wall without hesitation. The sharp sword light shot out like lightning, but strangely enough, it was instantly absorbed by the cracks in the bone wall. Not only did it fail to destroy the bone wall, but it was transformed into a strange energy that nourished the gray fog.

The red-robed clone hurriedly summoned the Fire Banner, and the blazing flames rushed towards the gray fog like a surging tide. However, the moment the flames touched the gray fog, they were instantly swallowed up like a candle flame and dissipated into nothingness.

A cruel smile curled up the gravekeeper's lips. Three dark soul nails popped out from his fingertips. Like three bolts of black lightning, they pierced the eyebrows of the three clones. A chilling aura flowed through the sea of ​​consciousness like a venomous snake, heading straight for the original body.

At the critical moment of life and death, the white-robed clone looked determined. He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the array plate. The blood quickly outlined a mysterious hexagram array.

Instantly, the soul-binding formation erupted with dazzling golden light, shattering the soul nail piercing their brows. However, the gravekeeper had anticipated this and seized the opportunity to unleash his Yin and Yang chains. Like nimble black pythons, the chains instantly entangled the ankles of the three clones.

Li Qingfeng's real body, which was thousands of miles away, suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood without any warning, and his whole body was shaking.

At the same time, the hideous shadow of the gravekeeper emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Your formation can block my magic, but it can't block cause and effect!"

The gravekeeper laughed wantonly in his sea of ​​consciousness. The soul-calming spell on the chain burned the clone's soul, making a sizzling sound. "In three days, I will take your true soul!"

The clones struggled with all their might, and after enduring immense pain, they finally forcibly severed the connection with the gravekeeper's soul.

Meanwhile, the Nascent Soul cultivators of Zhenlong Valley and the Yutian Divine Sect were hidden in the clouds a thousand meters above. Twelve recording tubes were quietly aimed at the bottom of the Black Abyss, capturing every move of the thrilling battle between the gravekeeper and his clone with precise precision, transforming them into jade slips, waiting to be taken back and stir up even greater waves.

......

In the secret room of the Zhenlong Valley execution hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Yuan Huai stared intently at the gravekeeper's ankles in the jade slip, his pupils suddenly constricted, eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "These... the patterns on these three golden chains are exactly the same as the 'Spiritual Transformation Confinement Chains' recorded in the Dragon Valley Secret Codex!"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. You know, this kind of confinement chain requires three Divine Transformation cultivators, using their own life-defining magic treasures as a guide, and expending countless efforts to refine it. It's specifically used to suppress powerful individuals of the same level, and its power is terrifying.

"Look at the soul-calming bells on his waist. There are seven of them corresponding to the Big Dipper."

The elder of the Punishment Hall pointed at the image, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "The symbol of the Hunyuan Dao League is the Big Dipper Star Soul. Could it be that he is..."

Yuan Huai stood up suddenly, and was so excited that he knocked over the bookshelf behind him, and the books scattered all over the floor.

Yan Nanfeng, the leader of the Hunyuan Taoist Alliance, the powerful master at the peak of the Divine Transformation realm who mysteriously disappeared during the Sanyin Rebellion, the hero who was said to have single-handedly turned the tide and suppressed the Demon Emperor. Could it be that he has become the gravekeeper of the Black Abyss?

He really couldn't believe it, but the "Yinming Bone Refining Technique" performed by the person in the video tube was clearly Yan Nanfeng's famous skill, which forced him to think in that direction.

At the same time, there was also a dead silence in the Zhentian Pavilion of the Yutian Divine Sect.

Su Zhan's face was gloomy, and he threw the jade slip with the photo heavily on the "Heroes List of Hunyuan Taoist Alliance".

There was nothing behind Yan Nanfeng's name, no portrait, only a line of small words: "The sword immortal who suppresses demons, his life and death unknown."

"Of the nine soul-soothing bells he took away back then, only seven remain now."

The chief elder gently stroked the jade slip, his expression solemn. "Broken bell, broken soul, broken path, what on earth has he been through all these years?" Everyone was filled with doubts, yet they could not find the answers. The mystery of Yan Nanfeng's identity weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a dark cloud.

......

In the quiet room, Li Qingfeng endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness and put all his effort into setting up a triple spirit gathering formation, trying to repair his severely damaged soul.

Han Yinyue watched anxiously from the side. Suddenly, holding the fragment of the curse seal left by the gravekeeper, her expression changed drastically. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "The fluctuations of this curse seal are actually the same as the 'Beidou Soul-Calming Art' of the Hunyuan Taoist Alliance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, jade slips of communication from Zhenlong Valley and Yutian Divine Sect flew over at the same time.

Yuan Huai's jade slip was cryptic: "If the distinguished guest from Heiyuan is related to the Hunyuan Dao League, I hope Fellow Daoist Li will let me know the details."

Su Zhan directly pointed out: "Why did Yan Nanfeng's Soul-Calming Bell appear in the Black Abyss?"

Li Qingfeng held the jade slip in his hand, and the kneeling skeletons at the bottom of the black abyss flashed through his mind involuntarily.

The clothes worn by those skeletons have changed over thousands of years and are different from each other, but they are all facing the bronze door in a uniform manner.

A bold guess arose in his mind: Could it be that the person they were kneeling to was the leader of the Taoist Alliance who once dominated the Northern Wilderness?

Once this thought came to mind, it took root in his heart, making him feel that the secret behind the Black Abyss was far more shocking than he had imagined.

......

On the night of the full moon, the moonlight fell on the abyss like water, but failed to dispel the slightest bit of the eerie atmosphere.

Li Qingfeng took the improved Soul-Binding Formation Plate and dived into the Black Abyss alone again.

This time, he abandoned his clone and decided to use his real body as bait, hoping to draw out the gravekeeper's full strength and uncover the shocking secret hidden behind the Black Abyss.

As he carefully stepped over the corpse of the Zhenlong Valley monk, he discovered that the deceased was tightly clutching half of a Hunyuan Dao League waist badge. The patterns on the waist badge were ancient and mysterious, as if telling of a forgotten past.

The bronze door opened with a bang, making a deafening sound, like the roar of an ancient beast.

The gravekeeper walked out slowly. This time he was wearing complete Taoist Alliance uniform. His rotten right face was tightly covered by a hood, while his left face shone with a warm jade-like luster in the moonlight, revealing a mysterious aura.

The seven soul-calming bells on his waist moved without wind, ringing continuously, each sound stirring up a raging wave in Li Qingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness, causing his soul to tremble.

"You are smarter than those ants. You know how to use your true form to talk to me."

The gravekeeper raised his hand, gray mist surged, and Yan Nanfeng's half-length portrait slowly emerged. It was the missing one on the Hunyuan Taoist Alliance's list of heroes.

In the portrait, Yan Nanfeng was full of vigor and determination, his eyes revealing determination and confidence. "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

The gravekeeper's voice was low, as if it came from the Netherworld.

Li Qingfeng took a deep breath, summoned the Dragon Valley's communication jade slip, looked directly into the gravekeeper's eyes, and asked, "They say you are Yan Nanfeng, the hero of the Three Yin Rebellion. Why did you become a gravekeeper?"

Upon hearing this, the gravekeeper was stunned at first, then he threw his head back and laughed wildly. His laughter caused the stalactites on the top of the abyss to fall down one after another, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

He suddenly pulled off his hood, revealing the entire left side of his face. It was Yan Nanfeng's youth, exactly like the portrait. "Hero?"

His eyes were filled with grief and indignation, and the Hunyuan Dao League's Beidou Seal condensed on his fingertips. "Back then, I used myself as bait to suppress the Demon Emperor, but my companions chained me here, forever guarding my grave. Zhenlong Valley, Yutian Divine Sect... Their ancestors were the ones who betrayed me!"

The truth exploded in Li Qingfeng's heart like a bombshell, leaving him speechless with shock.

......

Li Qingfeng hurried back with this shocking secret, but found that the armies of Zhenlong Valley and Yutian Divine Sect had already gathered outside the Black Abyss, and the atmosphere was tense.

Yuan Huai and Su Zhan each led thirty Nascent Soul cultivators, ready for battle. In their hands, they held demon-slaying arrows inscribed with the word "Hun Yuan," their shafts gleaming with a cold light. These weapons, crafted from relics of the Daoist Alliance, were powerful weapons not to be underestimated.

"Friend Li Dao,"

Yuan Huai walked forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yan Nanfeng has been confirmed to be the keeper of the Black Abyss. The Soul-Calming Bell in his hand is related to the safety of the Northern Wasteland. Please help me suppress it."

Su Zhan held up the jade slip that held the image and said loudly, "According to our town's intelligence, only one of Yan Nanfeng's chains remains intact. If we break the last one, we'll be able to find the entrance to the Demon Emperor's tomb."

Li Qingfeng looked at the greed flashing in the eyes of the people from the two major forces, and suddenly understood why they were so anxious.

It turns out that they have been coveting the Demon Emperor's terrifying power since ten thousand years ago, and Yan Nanfeng is just a sacrifice to conceal their ambitions and realize their conspiracy.

"Do you think you can obtain the inheritance by breaking the chain?"

Li Qingfeng sneered and unfolded the soul-binding array. Powerful spiritual energy fluctuations spread out instantly.

"What qualifications do the descendants of those who betrayed us have to lay hands on the Dao Alliance's legacy?"

Yuan Huai and Su Zhan's faces changed drastically. They finally realized that Li Qingfeng already knew the truth.

At this moment, a deafening bell sound rang out from the depths of the Black Abyss. Seven soul-calming bells rang simultaneously, and Yan Nanfeng's voice pierced through the clouds, coming out clearly: "Li, take action!"

Li Qingfeng did not hesitate and waved his hand to cast the improved soul-binding magic circle. The golden light instantly enveloped the entrance to the abyss, like a dazzling golden light curtain.

Seeing this, Yuan Huai and Su Zhan ordered an attack at the same time. The magic-breaking arrows streaked across the night sky like meteors, shooting towards the magic circle with a fierce murderous aura.

However, a shocking scene occurred. The moment the Demon-Breaking Arrow touched the magic circle, it reflected the clan crests of Zhenlong Valley and Yutian Divine Sect, which were the symbols of the three major forces that betrayed Yan Nanfeng that year.

"Look carefully!" Li Qingfeng pointed at the clan emblem on the arrow and shouted angrily, "The one who suppressed Yan Nanfeng back then was your ancestor!"

The entire audience erupted in an uproar. The monks, looking at the clan crest on the arrow, faces filled with shock and disbelief, instinctively retreated. Yuan Huai and Su Zhan's faces paled as white as paper. They finally understood why the gravekeeper in the video tube had so disturbed them. It turned out to be none other than the leader of the Daoist Alliance, the onetime protector of the Northern Wasteland, whom their ancestors had betrayed.

Deep in the abyss, Yan Nanfeng's figure gradually became clear in the moonlight.

He slowly took off his tattered black robe, revealing the gorgeous clothes of the Taoist Alliance leader. The patterns on the clothes were shining with mysterious light.

Seven soul-calming bells automatically arranged themselves behind him, forming the Big Dipper formation. The dazzling light illuminated the bronze door at the bottom of the Black Abyss.

The cracks in the bronze door's seal faintly revealed the terrifying pressure of the Demon Emperor's fall, making everyone present feel an invisible oppression.

"Now, do you still want to open the tomb?"

Yan Nanfeng's voice resounded through heaven and earth like a huge bell, shocking the cultivators from the two major forces to kneel on the ground.

"Or do you want to inherit the sins of your ancestors and become the new betrayer?"

Yuan Huai and Su Zhan looked at each other, their faces full of shame and regret, and finally slowly lowered their heads.

They knew very well that once this secret was revealed, their sect would completely lose the trust of the monks in the Northern Wilderness.

But more importantly, they finally realized at this moment that some powers were not something they could covet at will.

Li Qingfeng walked over to Yan Nanfeng and gently unfolded the secret tome of the Dragon Suppression Valley. It clearly contained the method for refining the confinement chains. "Senior, I've found a way to break the chains," he whispered, his eyes firm. "But I need your cooperation." Yan Nanfeng nodded slightly, a flicker of relief and anticipation in his eyes. He knew someone was finally willing to believe the truth and help him complete his unfinished work.