"Actually, they all heard that there was a new candidate for the King, so they were all eager to come and see."
Nine Nether Queen explained softly, with a hint of a smile in her tone.
Wang Feng looked at her coldly, his face full of a "you think I believe you" expression.
Seeing this, Nine Nether Queen covered her lips and chuckled: "Alright, alright, no matter how this concubine explains it now, you won't believe it. Since that's the case, please suit yourself~"
As soon as her voice fell, her figure dissipated on the spot like a phantom, as if she had never appeared.
Wang Feng's eyes flickered a few times, then he turned and flew towards the entrance of the Calamity Abyss.
"Troublesome female ghost."
At this moment, the gloomy wind of the Calamity Abyss was constantly sweeping in, as if countless cold ghostly claws were tearing at their bodies.
If they were descendants of Ancient King, these gloomy winds would only feel like a cold breeze, causing no harm.
However, Wang Feng and Mo Fan were clearly not descendants of Ancient King, and the gloomy wind was nothing short of torture for them.
Nevertheless, Mo Fan had the protection of the little loach, and Wang Feng had the Mystic Snake Sky Armor and the power of Qinglong, so the gloomy wind of the Calamity Abyss did not cause them substantial harm.
"The Imperial Tomb is down there, let's go!"
Wang Feng glanced at the purgatory furnace, which was a hundred times more terrifying than the entrance to hell, without a trace of fear in his eyes, and jumped in without hesitation.
Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo followed closely behind, everyone jumping into the Calamity Abyss without the slightest hesitation.
The pitch-black abyss was like a giant mouth, instantly swallowing them.
...
Crossing through layers of ghostly shadows, the surrounding space seemed to be constantly twisting and changing.
After an unknown period, Wang Feng only felt his vision blur, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became clear.
What appeared before him was a majestic white tomb palace.
A few seconds later, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Su Xiaoluo, and Fang Gu also woke up one after another.
"Is this Ancient King's Imperial Tomb? It's truly exaggerated."
Mo Fan looked at the white tomb palace before him, couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his eyes filled with shock.
"Alright, don't waste time, let's go quickly." Wang Feng didn't hesitate at all, and directly stepped into the tomb palace.
Everyone followed closely, passing through a deep corridor, and arrived at a cliff.
Before the cliff, an eerie lotus quietly bloomed, its petals emitting a strange light, as if containing some mysterious power.
"Oh no, it's the Undying Lotus!" Fang Gu's face changed dramatically.
"What is the Undying Lotus?" Mo Fan asked curiously.
Fang Gu took a deep breath and explained: "The Undying Lotus is a kind of eerie lotus that is said to be immortal and indestructible. Our ancient teachings in Yangyang Village mentioned that only when the Undying Lotus dies will the bridge to the altar appear."
"Immortal and indestructible? How can there be anything immortal and indestructible in this world, let alone such a monster that has been extinct for thousands of years in the outside world."
Wang Feng shook his head, walked forward, reached out and picked the Undying Lotus, then threw it to Mo Fan: "Go absorb it, it should allow you to advance to the High-level!"
With Wang Feng's current strength, he couldn't destroy the Undying Lotus at all.
But Mo Fan was different, he possessed the little loach. The little loach was not just a simple Qinglong Soul, more importantly, it also contained a Styx River.
The power of the Styx River was enough to refine this kind of spiritual object that existed between life and death.
Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He had long sensed the little loach's desire for the Undying Lotus, so he naturally wouldn't refuse now.
He took the Undying Lotus to the side, found a corner, and began to refine it.
...
After about half an hour, the cliff ahead suddenly flickered, and then a new path appeared out of thin air, as if extending from the void.
"S-succeeded?" Fang Gu swallowed, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Fortunately, I didn't fail my mission, I completed the task!" Mo Fan's face showed an excited smile.
The power of the Undying Lotus not only allowed him to successfully break through, but also broke through the High-level barrier for both his Fire and Lightning elements in one go, making him a dual-element High-level Mage.
"Mm, keep going, we're not far from the Bloody Throne."
...
After passing through a palace filled with thousands of lifelike, graceful, and beautiful nude female jade sculptures, everyone once again arrived at the edge of a pitch-black cliff.
Black gales swirled on both sides of the stone platform, emitting low whimpers, as if they could drag people into the bottomless abyss at any moment.
And at the end of the cliff, ten white, soaring arched bridges spanned the darkness, their bodies magnificent and grand, like flood dragons soaring, directly into the deeper darkness.
"This is... the Bridge of Nine Deaths, One Life!" Fang Gu exclaimed.
"Nine deaths, one life?" Mo Fan shivered upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask: "What does that mean?"
Fang Gu took a deep breath and explained: "Nine death-gate bridges, one life-gate bridge. Our ancient teachings mentioned it, but they didn't specify which one is the life-gate bridge."
"Brother Wang, what should we do?" Zhang Xiaohou looked at Wang Feng.
Wang Feng pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Fang Gu: "If it were you, which path would you choose?"
Fang Gu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the ten arched bridges, hesitated for a moment, and casually pointed to one: "This one, I guess."
"Alright, we'll take this one!" Wang Feng nodded.
Fang Gu was immediately dumbfounded and quickly shook his head: "No, there are five of us in total, if we each take one, there's a fifty percent chance of reaching the altar. If we all take one, what if it's a death-gate?"
"It's fine even if it's a death-gate, I can take all of you out."
After Wang Feng finished speaking, several vines extended from his hand, quickly wrapping around the waists of Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo.
Then, he pulled everyone without hesitation and stepped onto the arched bridge Fang Gu had chosen.
...
Fang Gu indeed seemed like a child of destiny, as the arched bridge he chose was consistent with the original timeline, being the only life-gate.
Wang Feng and his group easily passed through the arched bridge and stepped onto the platform on the other side.
The moment they stepped onto the platform, the nine death-gate bridges behind them collapsed with a roar, rubble falling into the abyss, creating a deafening sound.
Ultimately, only the flood dragon arched bridge they had crossed remained, isolated, spanning the abyss.
"Oh my god, thank goodness, we gambled on a one in ten chance and won!"
Fang Gu's legs went weak, and he directly collapsed onto the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo were in similar states, as the psychological pressure just now had been too immense.
They gasped for breath, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.
"You guys rest for a bit, I'll go up to the altar first."
Wang Feng didn't stop, turning and stepping onto the stairs leading to the Bloody Altar.
...
Soon, Wang Feng ascended the last step and arrived at the top of the altar.
What came into view was a Bloody Throne carved from blood-red jade.
The throne was crystal clear, with sharp angles, as if composed of countless inverted swords and blades, exuding a sharp, kingly aura.
Upon the throne, a set of black armor robes was placed.
The armor robes were free of any dust, and even after more than two thousand years, they still reflected a chilling light, as if they had just been forged.
The armor robes were unworn, yet they seemed to possess a life of their own.
One arm rested on the helmet, and the body was slightly tilted, as if a sleeping king was waiting for something.
"You have come?"
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