Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

As for the reason why the two were being talked about—

[A glimpse into the lives of Ling Wu, a left-behind child: One of the surprising reactions from Mr. Xue, who wishes to remain anonymous!]

——next day

Twilight fell as dark as ink, like a giant, dark silk cloth covering the entire sky. The last signal flare streaked across the cultivator's fingertips like a shooting star, instantly burning to ashes and leaving behind a faint glimmer in the darkness.

Meanwhile, those streaks of blood, like hungry wolves, relentlessly pursued them, their figures appearing and disappearing in the darkness, exuding a terrifying aura…

The crimson light shone brightly in the darkness, like a messenger from hell, carrying endless killing intent and greed.

The monks' heartbeats were clearly audible in the silence; their breathing became rapid and heavy, and cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

In this tense atmosphere, a group of cultivators ran desperately, their footsteps making a crisp sound on the ground.

Every step seemed fraught with danger, as if they could be overtaken at any moment by that ravenous, blood-red wolf.

Finally... the corpse-refining manuals brought back by the cultivators who had escaped death, like a long-sealed secret manual, slowly unfolded on the desks of the various immortal sects.

On the yellowed pages, the bluish-gray talismans, like the shed skin of a venomous snake, meandered and twisted; each streak of cinnabar seemed soaked with the still-dried stench of blood, a truly horrifying sight.

The content is scattered, ranging from dismantling and control to zombification and so on... even... a resurrection that defies fate! ↗

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Honestly, I only realized I couldn't bear to part with it after being constantly nagged and provoked by them.

Especially the act of acting as a savior amidst suffering of one's own making is utterly appalling! ↘

Belated affection is worth less than grass; it cannot be calculated and has become an obsession.

From those chaotic and disordered notebooks, one can almost smell the unique and extraordinary spirit of their owner.

It's as if they've found a delicate and strange balance between madness and reason, like a dancer walking on a tightrope, showing ample appreciation for their achievements!

Who knows when that string might snap, and it could lead to some bloodshed.

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And so, a malice that had been brewing for some unknown time suddenly erupted from the desolate city of Yi!

It seemed like a cruel joke played by fate, as if everything had been meticulously planned.

Now, the crimson stains spreading like a plague across the ruins of Yicheng are eroding this delicate balance like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The crisp sound of a living person's throat being snapped, like a vengeful ghost demanding death, replaced the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs. The souls of the newly deceased still lingered at the Bridge of Helplessness, while the rotting corpses, dragging their stark white bones, knocked on the doors of the living like vengeful spirits seeking death.

The most terrifying thing was the runes that roamed the corpses, which seemed to be sucking the lifeblood of the living like vampires, turning redder day by day. Wherever they passed, even the wild grass curled up into charred vengeful spirits, as if they were trembling in fear!

"Spiritual energy is energy, and resentment energy is energy too, so why can't we utilize it?" This was Wei Wuxian's resounding question during his studies back then, as powerful as a bell.

At this moment, however, it was twisted into a grotesque laugh of a demon, like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine. The "successor" of the Yiling Patriarch gave his answer (which was also self-proclaimed).

Envy Zai'er: Go away~↗ Don't get involved, who are you? I've been around for so many years, and you're only now trying to get close to me, you're really shameless!

(?′д｀) Slap in the face

The horrific acts of human sacrifice, involving the killing of living people, spread rapidly like a terrible plague within just a few days. These tragedies occurred without any discernible pattern; it was an indiscriminate attack that left everyone bewildered and helpless.

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As a result, the communication jade tablets of all the immortal sects were constantly being used day and night, like ants on a hot pan, running around the towns and cities, being played in circles.

For example, the barrier of the Lan Clan of Gusu collapsed one after another, and a forest of hundreds of upside-down corpses appeared in the hunting grounds of the Nie Clan of Qinghe.

When the late spring wind swept across the city walls of Lanling, it didn't stir up soft willow catkins, but rather ashes laced with the poison of death, like the end of the world.

This time, they'd encountered a formidable opponent. The teahouse storyteller, however, dared not utter a sound, trembling as he carefully put away his gavel. They finally understood that this time, their arrival in the mortal realm...

Not some rebellious youth, but someone who truly crawled out from the deepest abyss, like a demon descending, bringing endless destruction. How dare they utter a sound?

They were terrified of having their tongues cut off, their eyes gouged out, and becoming one of the walking corpses.

It's a pity that the common people, who originally hoped to live a peaceful life under the patronage of powerful families, were the first to suffer.

Such a rapid spread of information was so brutal that it sent shivers down the spines of those already in dire need of new talent, leaving the aging cultivators filled with fear and dread.

This is hardly the kind of magic that should exist in the human world! It is clearly a decree of the underworld written by a demon crawling out from the depths of the netherworld, dipped in the water of the Yellow Springs!

What I'm saying is, emmm...it seems kind of familiar.

Once upon a time, the Yiling Patriarch, condemned by all the immortal sects, still guarded the last line of defense.

Even though the Yin Tiger Seal stirred up the boundless resentment in the mass grave, the clear, youthful melody of the flute still lingered in its aftertaste.

Even with his madness, Wei Wuxian, born into a noble family, ultimately didn't let the bones trample the smoke of human life.

—At least he dared to take responsibility for his actions. Although he was smeared with a lot of mud and made a lot of accusations, he deserves to have a clear conscience!

Wei*Fuse*Xian: Ha~↗So I was just born at the wrong time!

To put it jokingly, these days, the few remaining cowardly immortal sects would rather dig up the soil from the grave of the Yiling Patriarch and use it as incense ash!

There's no way around it; this is the unparalleled prestige and charisma of the pioneers of the unorthodox path, enough to ensure their lasting fame.

Unfortunately, that desolate, godforsaken place had been swept away countless times by the various immortal sects and clans, and now it's been sealed off, so much so that not even a fly could escape. They're probably afraid the Yiling Patriarch might unexpectedly return after possessing another's body! ↘

Having no other choice, I took the precious portrait of the Yiling Patriarch, painstakingly painted with what seemed like a talisman of the wandering martial arts world's all-knowing scholar, and placed it in my room, bowing to it three times with utmost reverence.

There's no way around it; even though the Yiling Patriarch possessed the profound and inquisitive saying, "Spiritual energy is energy, and resentment energy is energy, so why not utilize it?", he was still full of a spirit of exploration.

He was, after all, a respectable young master from a prominent family who had received a proper education. Aside from the truly terrifying combination of the Yin Tiger Seal and the Ghost Flute, he hadn't committed any heinous acts that would cause corpses to float for miles.

So much so that when people talk about the Yiling Patriarch, they describe his dramatic life trajectory: a bright and cheerful young man with a white phosphorus-like personality who initially fought against evil and helped the weak, but later "turned evil," ultimately succumbing to righteousness and being killed by his own family.

Just take it as a joke. Who knows, maybe they'll even praise the young heroes of the Sunshot Contest, a perfect competition to see who's more wicked. May they be blessed!

Indeed, the people's love and faith are so simple and unpretentious.

Most truly innocent civilians and aristocratic immortals are separated by a great divide; as long as their own little corner of the world remains peaceful, they will likely never cross paths in their lifetime.

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If Pipi Xian and Mei Yangyang, who were busy stretching and exercising on Weiming Mountain, knew this, they would definitely scoff: "What? An undeserved disaster? Our whole family is perfectly fine at home~↗"

Turning against each other or becoming enemies

O-(///￣皿￣)? Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

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