The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

The spirit boat soared slowly across the vast, boundless skies of southern Xinjiang, like a lithe bird. Jiang Qingwu and her companions had just emerged from a thrilling, brutal battle, successfully liberating the souls of the innocent villagers who had suffered such a tragic fate. At that moment, everyone's heart was incredibly heavy, as if suffocated by an invisible boulder. Every face was filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

The demonic cultivators' inhumane and brutal actions made them realize that this journey to southern Xinjiang would be fraught with danger and thorns. Standing at the bow of the spirit boat, Feng Jingchen fixed his gaze on the distant horizon, as if lost in deep thought, motionless as a statue. He tightly grasped the small, exquisite jade pendant he had carried since childhood, yet even he himself had no idea what it symbolized.

"Jingchen, are you alright?" Jiang Qingwu approached Fengjingchen with gentle steps, whispering with concern. "Jingchen?" Fengjingchen snapped back to reality at the sound of the voice, his lips curling up slightly in a faint smile, and he nodded gently. "Thank you for your concern, Junior Master. I'm fine, just a lot of thoughts in my head." Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu didn't ask any further questions, because she knew that everyone has their own secrets and troubles deep in their hearts. Sometimes, silence can be the most heartfelt comfort.

The Spirit Boat continued to race forward like an arrow. Suddenly, Zhongli Xiu's brow furrowed, as if he had sensed something amiss. A surge of unease surged through his heart, and his keen perception instantly caught the unusual fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air.

"Everyone, be careful! Something might be happening up ahead!" Zhongli Xiu shouted a warning. Even as he finished speaking, everyone became alert and quickly prepared for battle. Their gazes were as sharp as hawks, fixed fixedly on the path ahead.

As the distance gradually closed, a towering, majestic mountain came into view. However, this mountain was no ordinary object. It was surrounded by a faint, faint black mist, like a huge black curtain covering it, exuding a creepy and gloomy atmosphere.

"Look, there's a demon cultivator over there!" Feng Ci, with his sharp eyes, raised his hand and pointed towards a certain spot on the mountain, a subtle flash of vigilance in his eyes. Looking in the direction he pointed, he saw, as expected, several ghostly black figures on one side of the mountain, moving at an astonishing speed through the forest. Their movements were agile and eerie, clearly carrying out some mysterious mission or performing some unholy ritual.

"Let's go take a look." Jiang Qingwu made a quick decision and leaped from the spirit boat without hesitation, his movements as light as a swallow. The others, not wanting to be outdone, followed closely behind. They moved like the wind, silently approaching the mountain.

As they approached, the sight before them shocked everyone. Several demons surrounded a seemingly severely injured monk and launched a fierce attack. Though covered in wounds and blood, the monk's resolute eyes still shone with an unyielding light as he stubbornly resisted the enemy's attack.

"Stop!" Jiang Qingwu shouted angrily, her voice resounding like a bell, echoing through the sky. With a flick of her delicate hand, the gleaming sword in her hand instantly flew out, streaking across the sky like a dazzling meteor, hurtling straight towards the group of demon cultivators.

At the same time, Zhongli Xiu and Feng Ci were equally impressive. Zhongli Xiu flashed, appearing before a demon cultivator like a ghost. His palms flew, radiating energy, sending the cultivator retreating repeatedly. Feng Ci, on the other hand, let out a gentle shout, his aura suddenly surging. He flung open his folding fan, runes gleaming on it, and countless sharp wind blades whistled out, sweeping towards the surrounding demon cultivators.

Elsewhere, Mo Yunsheng quickly unsheathed her beloved guzheng. She sat gracefully on the ground, her delicate fingers gently plucking the strings. Suddenly, a series of melodious yet powerful notes surged forth like a tide. These notes seemed to possess life, transforming into tangible sound waves that surrounded the group, forming an impenetrable shield and continuously attacking the demonic cultivators, causing them immense distress.

Seeing this, Lin Muci and Su Chen exchanged a glance, then, in perfect unison, both drew their swords and charged forward. Their bodies moved like swift winds, their swords like lightning. Wherever they passed, sword energy crisscrossed, radiating light. Those demon cultivators who attempted to escape during the chaos had nowhere to flee, and could only watch helplessly as they were mercilessly slaughtered by these two.

This fierce battle did not last too long. Thanks to the outstanding strength and superb coordination of Jiang Qingwu and others, those demon cultivators were quickly defeated and suffered heavy casualties.

However, just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying and powerful aura suddenly surged from the depths of the mountain. It was like a mountain bearing down on one's head, making it impossible to breathe. Then, as if receiving some kind of warning, the already desperate demon cultivators abandoned the fight and turned to flee towards a point on the mountain, disappearing in a hidden cave in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no! They've escaped into the secret realm!" Feng Ci's expression suddenly changed, and he cried out in shock. He immediately recognized the cave as the entrance to the legendary mysterious place - the secret realm.

"Let's follow!" Jiang Qingwu shouted decisively without hesitation. Before she finished speaking, she led the charge, dashing into the mysterious cave like an arrow from a bow.

Upon entering the cave, the group discovered a hidden world within: a vast, uncharted realm. At the heart of this secret realm stood a majestic and imposing ancient tomb. Like a giant beast that had slumbered for millennia, it lay dormant, emitting a terrifying, overwhelming pressure.

When they arrived at the tomb's entrance, they saw several demon cultivators, radiating an evil aura, busily setting up a strange formation. Their expressions were focused and their movements deft, clearly demonstrating a deep understanding of the formation. Their solemn expressions suggested they were awaiting a crucial moment.

"Stop them! We can't let them succeed!" Jiang Qingwu shouted fiercely, her eyes wide with anger. Then, fearlessly, she charged forward again, attempting to break through the demonic cultivators' defenses. However, just as they approached the entrance, an overwhelmingly powerful force suddenly emerged. This force, like an invisible giant hand, grasped them all tightly and swiftly dragged them deeper into the secret realm...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingwu's consciousness gradually regained consciousness from the chaotic haze. She felt a splitting headache, as if thousands of sharp needles were thrashing wildly in her brain. The pain was indescribable, and she nearly fainted.

She struggled to open her eyelids, which felt as heavy as a thousand-pound burden. The sight she saw made her heart beat faster. She was lying alone in a dark and eerie tomb. The piles of bones piled up around her gave off a pungent, unpleasant stench. The air was filled with a lingering, decayed, and dusty air that was even more terrifying.

"Where on earth is this place?" Jiang Qingwu muttered to herself, suppressing her discomfort and struggling to stand. Finally, after some effort, she managed to stand, but her hands involuntarily touched the icy stone wall beside her. The ancient, hard touch instantly spread throughout her body, filling her with an indescribable fear and uneasiness.

She remembered that they were sucked into the ancient tomb by a mysterious force, and then everything became blurry. Now, she must find her companions, who may be scattered in some corner of the ancient tomb like her.

Jiang Qingwu took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She scanned the tomb, searching for a possible exit or clue. In a corner, a half-closed stone door caught her eye. It seemed to be the passage to the next chamber.

She walked cautiously towards the stone door, taking every step with extreme caution, fearing that she might trigger some unknown mechanism. The moment her hand touched the stone door, it slowly opened inward, revealing a deep passage.

The walls of the passage were covered with strange runes, which emitted a faint light, providing the only source of light for the passage. Jiang Qingwu's gaze lingered on the runes for a moment, and she could sense the power contained in them: an ancient and powerful force.

She took slow, heavy steps, cautiously advancing along the dark, deep passage. Deep in her heart, she silently chanted the names of her companions, praying for their safety and the salvation of all. At the end of the passage, another heavy stone door loomed. This time, a faint, hushed voice emanated from behind it, like someone whispering something. Jiang Qingwu's heart instantly leaped into her throat, its pounding heart threatening to burst from her chest. She gripped the gleaming sword tightly in her hand, trying to keep her steps as light as possible. She tiptoed and slowly pushed open the stone door before her.

As the stone door gently opened, a vaster, more spacious tomb chamber unfolded before them. In the center of the chamber sat a staggeringly large stone coffin, resembling a sleeping beast, emanating a chilling aura. Around the coffin lay several corpses, still not yet fully cooled. These were the demonic cultivators who had engaged in a fierce battle with them earlier.

"Feng Ci!" Jiang Qingwu's gaze swept across the entire tomb like lightning, finally settling on Feng Ci in the corner. He seemed to have just regained consciousness, struggling to prop up his weakened body from the cold ground.

"Junior Master!" Feng Ci glanced at Jiang Qingwu, and a flicker of unconcealable joy flashed across his eyes. Then, he staggered to his feet as fast as he could, and with a staggering yet unwavering gait, he moved step by step towards Jiang Qingwu.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Jiang Qingwu asked anxiously with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." Feng Ci rubbed his temples and scanned the tomb. "Where are the others?"

"I don't know either. We have to find them." Jiang Qingwu's voice was firm. She knew that in this unknown ancient tomb, they had to unite to find a way out.

After entering the dark and mysterious tomb, the two immediately took action, scanning every corner with sharp eyes, trying to find any possible clues. Their steps were slow and cautious, fearing to alert the unknown danger lurking in the dark.

At the same time, they remained on high alert, their nerves taut as a bowstring, not daring to relax even a little. After all, no one could predict what kind of dangers and mysteries this ancient tomb would hide.

Besides the incomprehensible and bizarre runes, the stone walls of the tomb are also covered with vivid murals. These murals depict ancient and solemn rituals and fierce and brutal battle scenes, as if silently telling stories of the past that have been forgotten by time.

"Look here!" Feng Ci's voice suddenly broke the silence, pointing to a specific scene in the mural. Jiang Qingwu followed his direction and saw a figure in resplendent royal robes. He clutched a gleaming scepter, majestically directing a grand ceremony of epic proportions.

Feng Ci stared at the portrait, his brows furrowed as a sense of déjà vu washed over him. He muttered to himself, "This person..." As time went on, his expression grew more solemn and serious. Finally, he couldn't help but cry out, "Big Brother?!"

However, Jiang Qingwu, standing by, shook her head slightly in denial. A subtle, solemn look flashed across her eyes as she calmly analyzed, "That's not the case. Jingchen's teardrop mole is located under his left eye, not his right. Furthermore, if you look closely at the figure in the painting, you'll notice that she has phoenix eyes, while Jingchen has charming peach blossom eyes. Furthermore, the figure in the painting has a more ferocious and fierce look than Jingchen's."

Jiang Qingwu and Feng Ci stared at each other in the dim tomb, a determined light flickering in their eyes. They knew that this ancient tomb concealed unknown secrets, and these secrets might be related to the future of the entire southern border.

"We must find others and uncover the secret of this ancient tomb together." Jiang Qingwu's voice echoed in the tomb, and her words revealed an unquestionable determination.

Feng Ci nodded, his eyes scanning the tomb, looking for possible clues. Suddenly, his eyes stopped at a corner of the tomb, where there was a seemingly ordinary stone brick, but compared with the other stone bricks, it seemed a little abrupt.

"Junior Master, look there." Feng Ci pointed at the stone brick, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Jiang Qingwu looked in the direction Feng Ci pointed, a gleam in her eyes. She quickly walked over to the stone brick, carefully observed it for a moment, and then gently pressed it down.

With a slight mechanical sound, the stone bricks slowly sank, revealing a hidden passage. Jiang Qingwu and Feng Ci exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anticipation and vigilance.

They cautiously advanced along the passage, the walls of which were also covered in strange runes. These runes emitted a faint light, illuminating their path. At the end of the passage was a massive stone door, engraved with a large pattern. The pattern depicted a king, holding a scepter, majestically gazing down at the creatures below.

"It's still the same painting." There was a hint of awe in Feng Ci's voice, and their eyes were fixed on the pattern on the stone gate.

Jiang Qingwu nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the stone door. It slowly opened, revealing a massive tomb chamber. In the center of the chamber sat a massive stone coffin. Surrounding it were four familiar figures—Zhongli Xiu, Mo Yunsheng, Lin Muci, and Su Chen.

"You..." A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Qingwu's eyes. She walked quickly towards them and asked about their condition with concern.

"We are all safe and sound, but just now, without any warning, we were forcibly brought here by a mysterious and powerful force." Zhongli Xiu slowly stood up. A flash of indescribable confusion flashed across his eyes, as deep as a pool of water. He murmured softly, "This place looks like the most crucial core area of ​​the ancient tomb."

"Indeed, and this place seems to have a very close connection with the eldest brother." Feng Ci walked steadily to Feng Jingchen's side. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he carefully searched for the answers that might be hidden in Feng Jingchen's handsome face.

"So, where is Senior Brother now? Isn't he here with you?" Feng Ci asked, his face filled with suspicion as he turned to look at Zhong Lixiu and the others. Su Chen carefully supported Mo Yunsheng, who was still feeling a little dizzy. The two of them shook their heads in unison and replied, "We really don't know. We fainted the moment we entered this place, so we have no idea if Senior Brother is with you."

"I haven't seen him." Feng Ci frowned, speaking anxiously, "I was also alone in a tomb covered with strange runes, and then fortunately, Junior Master found me from somewhere else."

"Not good!" Jiang Qingwu seemed to have suddenly realized something extremely important, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice. Then she turned around hurriedly and ran back the way she came. Seeing this, the others did not dare to delay at all and followed closely behind her!