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

At the bottom of the Black Abyss, in the thick darkness, Yan Nanfeng's gorgeous clothes glowed with a faint cold light in the Big Dipper formation, like a candle that was about to go out in the dark night.

Seven soul-calming bells float quietly in front of the ancient bronze door, emitting a mysterious aura. The lingering light outlines the vague contours of the Hunyuan Taoist Alliance's former "Zhoutian Demon-Locking Formation", as if silently telling the story of the past glory and tragedy.

Li Qingfeng stared at Yan Nanfeng, his heart filled with solemnity. He saw gray spots on his left cheek slowly spreading like crawling insects. It was the sinister aura from the Demon Emperor's tomb, flowing along the chains of confinement, ruthlessly corroding his soul like a maggot on his tarsal bone.

"Back then, although the Demon Emperor's physical body was destroyed by our combined efforts, his essence mysteriously condensed into a corpse core, becoming the source of chaos."

Yan Nanfeng looked solemn as he raised his hand and gently pressed on the bronze door.

In an instant, the pattern on the door seemed like an ancient giant beast that had been awakened, lighting up with a dazzling blood-red curse mark, and the crimson light reflected his vicissitudes of life face.

"After the earth-shattering, soul-stirring battle between the Hunyuan Dao League and the demon clan, our masters suffered heavy casualties, leaving less than 30% of our cultivators remaining. Our strength was severely weakened. In desperation, I could only use my life-defining magic weapon as a guide, ruthlessly shatter my own golden elixir, and spend all my remaining energy to barely strengthen the seal on the Demon Emperor's tomb."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around. Li Qingfeng's gaze was drawn to the Dao Alliance emblem on his back. The emblem had split into three petals, bearing the ancestral emblems of Zhenlong Valley, Yutian Divine Sect, and another mysterious force. It was like a deep scar, engraved with the humiliation and betrayal of the Dao Alliance.

"Look, the crack on the door is where the corpse core is." Yan Nanfeng pointed to the intricate spider-web-like patterns on the bronze door, his voice low and hoarse.

"Every ten years, on the night of the full moon, the corpse qi within the tombs bursts forth like a flood. These seven soul-suppressing bells of mine were forged with the souls of the thirty-six elders of the Daoist Alliance as a sacrifice, solely to suppress this endless evil." Li Qingfeng subconsciously reached out to touch the pattern on the door. A sickening, sticky sensation, like rotting flesh, tingled within him. He finally understood why the skeletons at the bottom of the Black Abyss all faced the bronze door. These were the Daoist Alliance cultivators, in their final moments, using their own bodies to make a final stand, suppressing the escaping corpse qi and safeguarding the peace of the Northern Wasteland.

"I can use the mighty power of the Big Dipper Formation to open the east gate of the tomb and maintain it for three hours."

Yan Nanfeng casually tossed out a cracked jade slip, seemingly carrying countless years of vicissitudes and secrets. "However, you must sign a blood pact, promising me three things: First, upon entering the tomb, you must not covet the 'Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Pearl'; second, you must determine the location of the 'Dragon Breaking Lock' left behind by the traitor; and third—"

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at Li Qingfeng. "If I unfortunately die, you must throw these seven soul-suppressing bells into the East Sea's Ruins of Return. Let them return to heaven and earth and suppress evil forever."

The jade slip slowly unfolded, revealing half of the "Hunyuan Fengyao Lu". The text on it was simple and obscure, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Li Qingfeng's gaze fell on the corner of the third page, where there were several deep claw marks, which were obviously left by the Demon Emperor's crazy struggle when he transformed into a corpse.

Without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely bit his fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood dripped down and quickly condensed into a contract seal on the jade slip.

The moment his fingertips touched Yan Nanfeng's palm, he was surprised to find that the lines on Yan Nanfeng's palm completely overlapped with the lines on the tomb's door, as if there was some kind of divine will.

"Remember, the black mist that permeates the tomb is a strange combination of corpse qi and resentment. It can directly corrode the soul. Be extremely careful."

As Yan Nanfeng spoke, he took out seven jade tokens. Each of them was engraved with the mark of the residual soul of a Taoist League elder, emitting a faint but warm light.

"Holding this card will protect you from the erosion of corpse qi, but do not go deep into the third level of the tomb. There hides a terrifying existence that even I find difficult to resist."

Li Qingfeng hurried back to the Northern Wilderness carrying the jade token.

At this time, the four sects of the Northern Wilderness had already heard the news, and each of them had their own ulterior motives and was ready to take action.

Yuan Huai from Zhenlong Valley deliberately mentioned the "Demon Emperor's treasure" in the message, and his greedy tone seemed as if he had already pocketed the treasure.

The Yutian Divine Sect secretly contacted the Luoyun Sect, offering the enticing blueprints for an improved God-Slaying Crossbow in an attempt to secure cooperation. However, the mysterious Blood River Sect remained silent, like a dead abyss.

However, disturbing signs were coming from the southern Xinjiang swamps where they were entrenched.

Beneath the thousand-year-old ice, the demon totem can be vaguely seen, like a sleeping giant beast about to awaken.

"Looking at the troop deployment on this map, Zhenlong Valley and Yutian Divine Sect have each mobilized many Nascent Soul cultivators. They clearly want to use us to break the seal and reap the benefits."

Han Yinyue frowned, pointing at the map, her eyes filled with worry. "But according to the jade slip Senior Yan gave me, the Dragon-Breaking Lock should be..."

Before she could finish her words, a messenger crane rushed in like a sharp arrow, breaking the brief peace.

The jade slips contained urgent images from a cultivator in southern Xinjiang: hundreds of dense demonic auras surged in from the westernmost desert like a raging black tide. The leader, a majestic figure with twin horns atop his head, bore a blood jade embedded between his brows, emitting an eerie glow—the symbol of the demon race's "Blood-Eyed Prince."

......

The "Sunset Pass" on the border of the Northern Wilderness has now become a hell on earth.

Prince Blood Eyes stood on the top of the city wall, formed seals with his hands, and performed the terrifying "Blood River Technique". In an instant, the entire moat was dyed a glaring scarlet, as if flowing blood.

The corpses of the monks guarding the city exploded one after another in the blood, turning into balls of essence, which were devoured frantically by the demons.

Upon seeing this, the gatekeeper Chen Mo glared with anger and without hesitation used the "Sunset Bow" to try to turn the tide.

However, the bowstring was quickly corroded by the dense demonic energy, revealing the mottled traces of the Dao Alliance inside.

It turns out that in his early years, Zhenlonggu had dismantled the Dao Alliance's magical instruments and modified their armaments for his own selfish gain. This was truly despicable.

"The ants of the Northern Wasteland are nothing but pitiful lackeys of the remnants of the Dao Alliance!"

The Blood-Eyed Prince came walking on blood, laughing wildly, followed by twelve great demon wizards, each holding a copper pot in his hand. The souls of the Northern Wilderness cultivators flickered in the pot, and they let out shrill screams.

"How can a bunch of lowly people like you get your hands on the Demon Emperor's corpse core?"

At the same time, Li Qingfeng outside the Black Abyss suddenly sensed a strong fluctuation coming from the contract.

Yan Nanfeng's voice rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness, tinged with anxiety: "The demon tribe has used the 'Heavenly Secret Blood Divination'. Their high priest can spy on key scenes within three days. You must open the tomb before the full moon, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, a blood-red sword energy pierced through the void like lightning and went straight to Li Qingfeng's eyebrows.

At the critical moment of life and death, Han Yinyue reacted quickly and swung his sword to block.

However, shockingly, her Nanming Lihuo strangely turned a dark blue under the impact of the blood-colored sword energy, a dangerous sign of severe contamination by corpse qi.

......

The atmosphere in the meeting hall of Zhenlong Valley was suffocatingly oppressive.

Yuan Huai's face was gloomy as he stared at the scene of the disastrous defeat at Sunset Pass, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and took out the "Dragon Imperial Order" that he had kept in the bottom of the box.

The chain pattern on the talisman was identical to the chain on Yan Nanfeng's ankle, providing irrefutable evidence that the Dragon Valley ancestor was one of the traitors.

"Immediately activate the 'Soul Devouring Formation' and drain all the spiritual energy within a hundred miles."

He gave orders to the elders of the Punishment Hall, his voice as cold as ice, "The demon clan wants to use corpse energy to break the seal, so we will use spiritual energy to offset it and make their plot fail. As for Li Qingfeng..."

A cold smile appeared on his lips. "If he can come out of the grave alive, it won't be too late to deal with him slowly."

However, Su Zhan of the Yutian Divine Sect took a different approach.

He secretly met with the envoy of the Blood River Cult, with a smile on his face, and tried to use the enticing condition of "opening the Northern Wilderness Mineral Veins" in exchange for the monks from the Southern Border to stop the demon clan's western army.

As the messenger left, Su Zhan glanced at the skull pendant around his waist. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered the "third betrayer" mentioned in Yan Nanfeng's jade slip. Rumor had it that the ancestor of the Blood River Cult had once been an elder of the Taoist Alliance's Corpse Refining Hall. Could it be...?

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On a full-moon night, the silvery moonlight shines on the abyss, but it cannot dispel the thick darkness.

The blood mist in the abyss seemed to come alive, slowly condensing into substance, like thick ink, rolling and surging.

Yan Nanfeng sat cross-legged at the center of the Big Dipper formation with a solemn expression. Seven soul-calming bells shattered one after another beside him, making crisp sounds, and each sound seemed to be the final cry of the Taoist Alliance elders.

The remnant soul of the Dao League elder appeared from the bell, transforming into faint rays of light, illuminating the darkness.

Li Qingfeng led the monks of the four sects to line up in an orderly manner, ready to step into the unknown tomb.

He inadvertently glanced at the troops from Zhenlong Valley and Yutian Divine Sect, and a surge of anger filled his heart. He had discovered that someone was wearing the Dao Alliance's "Demon-Slaying Order." It was a trophy plundered by traitors, but now they were wearing it openly, a true blasphemy against the Dao Alliance.

"Remember, the East Gate can only be opened for three hours."

Yan Nanfeng's voice was already hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and vicissitudes. The left side of his face had completely turned gray, like a piece of cold stone, but his right eye was glowing with a strange red light, revealing mystery and danger.

"If you hear the Soul-Calming Bell ring again, no matter where you are, leave the tomb immediately, or you will be doomed forever."

The bronze door slowly opened with a dull sound, as if an ancient giant beast was awakening from its slumber.

What emanated from the door wasn't the pungent corpse odor everyone had imagined, but instead a chilling breeze tinged with the scent of pine, creating a strange and eerie atmosphere. The moment Li Qingfeng stepped through, the fragments of the Hunyuan Sealing Demon Record in his arms seemed to be awakened by a mysterious force, automatically unfolding and emitting a faint light, guiding him toward the left passage.

The walls of the passage are covered with reliefs of past battles between the Taoist Alliance and the demon clan. They are lifelike, as if recreating that magnificent period of history before our eyes.

However, at the tenth relief, the image suddenly broke, replaced by a scene of three Daoist League elders teaming up to attack Yan Nanfeng. That scene of betrayal pierced Li Qingfeng's heart like a sharp blade.

......

The first layer of the tomb is a forest of steles.

On each tombstone, the real name of a powerful demon clan member is engraved, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

Han Yinyue used the starlight technique and the light swept across the tombstone, but was surprised to find that what was buried under the tombstone was not the corpse of a demon, but the severed hands and feet of a Taoist monk.

These severed limbs and arms are the result of the Demon Emperor's humiliating suppression of the Dao Alliance, and bear witness to a dark and humiliating period in the Northern Wilderness's history.

"look here."

Li Qingfeng pointed to the central tombstone, on which was written in the demon language "Tomb of the Demon-Suppressing Sword Immortal Yan Nanfeng".

A line of small characters was engraved on the back of the stele: "Use your spirit to suppress my corpse core. When I am resurrected, I will wash the Northern Wasteland with blood."

The signature is "Demon Emperor Zhu Jiuyin".

The handwriting seemed to carry endless resentment and hatred, making people shudder.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

An elder from Zhenlong Valley suddenly lost control, his eyes red. He frantically grabbed his companions and smashed them against the tombstone, shouting, "Hand over the Spirit Gathering Pearl!"

Li Qingfeng was shocked and looked carefully, only to see tiny bone lotuses floating in the man's pupils, which was an obvious sign of the erosion of ominous energy.

Without time to think, he swung his sword to cut off the bone lotus, but saw a gray mist seeping out from the wound and quickly condensing into the shadow of Yan Nanfeng.