“Haha, I almost forgot we’ve got new tricks up our sleeves,” Lan Xiaobu laughed heartily. “If we set up a cosmic boundary around this Burial Dao Tomb, the results will be quite amusing.”
Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji worked swiftly to establish the boundary. In just the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, they had created a complete boundary, sealing the massive tomb entirely.
Compared to the Hundred Zero Universe, how small was this boundary?
“How do we get in?” Ou Ping asked cautiously from the side, seeing that Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji had finished setting up the boundary.
“We smash our way in, naturally,” Lan Xiaobu replied, immediately summoning his Longevity Halberd. Without a word of nonsense, he unleashed a halberd strike, transforming it into a tearing wave of halberd principles that crashed down.
Mo Wuji, equally unreserved, summoned his Mortal Halberd and struck with a similar blow.
Seeing Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji act, Ou Ping hurriedly grabbed his Heavenly Ruins Brush. With a flourish, the brush conjured a mass of black mist that slammed into the enormous Burial Dao Tomb.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The relentless roar of divine principles erupted. No matter how strong the tomb’s restrictions were, they couldn’t withstand the terrifying assault from the trio.
In just a few strikes, the tomb’s restrictions were torn apart, and the tomb gate was shattered to pieces.
A fearsome wave of Burial Dao Principles swept over, even stronger than what Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji had encountered last time.
Unlike before, their strength had grown immensely, advancing from the Creation Dao Saint Realm to the Creation Saint Realm. Moreover, Ou Ping, who accompanied them, far surpassed the Thunder Saint in power. These formidable Burial Dao Principles posed no threat to the trio.
They easily landed in a small hall deep within the tomb. The passage ahead was the same as before, but unlike the white vortex that had pressured them previously, it now offered no resistance.
Lan Xiaobu stepped forward first, with Mo Wuji and Ou Ping following closely. This time, they didn’t need the Seven Realms Stone at all.
Crossing the passage with a few teleportation techniques, they arrived at the palace they had visited before.
The palace was unchanged, still vast and filled with numerous corpses.
Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji paid no heed to the Creation Saint corpses, their gazes locking onto the position of the hidden array gate from their last visit. They knew that beyond it lay the heart of the Burial Dao Tomb, the most critical chamber, where the Burial Dao Mansion resided.
“Strike,” Lan Xiaobu commanded, unleashing his Mortal Halberd with full force.
Mo Wuji and Ou Ping simultaneously attacked with their treasures, breaking the hidden restrictions to reveal a tomb chamber, slightly different from before.
Last time, the chamber’s walls were embedded with countless supreme-grade spirit stones and abundant enlightenment wood. Back then, neither Lan Xiaobu nor Ou Ping had grasped the rarity of supreme-grade spirit stones or supreme Dao veins. Now, they understood their immense value.
But now, the spirit stones and enlightenment wood were gone. Only the coffin in the centre remained. Though they hadn’t entered the chamber last time, the terrifying Burial Dao Principles could have torn their Dao foundations apart. Today, the chamber was devoid of any such principles.
Mo Wuji’s divine sense swept into the coffin, where a woman sat up. “You’re back. Since you’re here, come sit in my Burial Dao Mansion,” she said calmly, her tone oddly neighbourly.
Ou Ping chuckled, “You call this dog kennel a Burial Dao Mansion? What’s this, hiding your Burial Dao Principles? Afraid they’re useless against us?”
As he spoke, Mo Wuji studied the woman. She resembled the Great Universe Saint, but only in appearance. Her Dao aura and cultivator temperament were entirely different. This woman clearly exuded the air of someone long accustomed to dominance.
Though his tone mocked her, Mo Wuji was cautious. She didn’t seem to take them seriously. Otherwise, she would have altered the restrictions’ positions or made some changes.
Hearing Mo Wuji’s words, the woman showed no anger, saying lightly, “You’ve come in, aren’t you worried this is a teleportation array?”
“Wrong. We’re not worried at all,” Lan Xiaobu replied, stepping into the chamber.
Mo Wuji and Ou Ping followed. If this teleportation array could still function within their cosmic boundary, then even entering the chamber would leave them at her mercy, as her spatial teleportation principles would overpower their boundary’s spatial principles.
But now, even if the room could teleport, it couldn’t break free of the cosmic boundary Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji had set up, unless its grade surpassed their boundary, which Lan Xiaobu deemed unlikely.
The woman hadn’t expected Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu to dare enter. If she believed they hadn’t noticed the room was a teleportation array, she’d be skeptical.
Quickly regaining her composure, she stared at Mo Wuji, “You took my Universe Mill?”
Ou Ping scoffed, “With your pathetic state, you think you could refine a Universe Mill? More like you stole the thousands of ruleless array flags I left here, didn’t you?”
“The Universe Mill wasn’t refined by me. It’s a sky-opening treasure, born when the universe was created,” the woman said sharply.
“Oh, I thought you said it was *your* Universe Mill, implying you made it. So you’re just boasting. A sky-opening treasure, huh?” Mo Wuji chuckled, his tone calming.
Still unruffled, the woman continued, “You dared enter my Burial Dao Mansion, so you’re not afraid of being teleported to a deadly realm. No matter. If you agree to a few conditions, letting you live isn’t so difficult.”
She turned to Ou Ping, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re of the Great Dream lineage, yes? Such a noble origin, why mingle with two ants?”
Ou Ping sized her up, then mimicked Mo Wuji’s chuckle, “Are you cultivating Great Universe Arts? How’d you end up looking neither human nor ghost? Is cultivating Great Dream Dao noble? Noble how? Why don’t I know?”
The woman wasted no more words. With a wave of her hand, waves of principles surged forth. Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu had no chance to resist.
In the next moment, the space around them twisted violently, and teleportation array patterns appeared, enveloping their entire spatial existence.
The woman laughed, “I thought you had some grand tricks…” But before she could finish, her smile froze. By all logic, once she activated the room’s teleportation patterns, the trio should have been swept away and teleported. Yet, no matter how much she intensified the patterns, they remained in the room, unmoved.
Lan Xiaobu said coolly, “Stop embarrassing yourself. Let’s talk about something else. With your current strength, you’re far from handling the three of us.”
The woman ceased her teleportation patterns, and with a wave, a massive Universe Mill appeared in the void, its boundless crushing aura enveloping the space.
Mo Wuji chuckled, “Using a fake to make a fool of yourself? Fine, let’s see my real one…”
Ou Ping’s heart jolted, about to warn against using the real thing, when he saw Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Halberd tear out a terrifying line of principles. As it emerged, Ou Ping exclaimed, “Great Cutting Art…”
A force capable of rending the entire Burial Dao Great Plain—no, the entire Land of Eternal Life, perhaps even this vast expanse—burst forth. Anything within the reach of this cutting principle would be sliced apart.
Even if Mo Wuji were foolish, he wouldn’t reveal his Universe Mill before this woman. He hadn’t cultivated Great Universe Arts and didn’t know if the Universe Mill was countered by them. If she seized it, they’d be in real danger. Mo Wuji knew well the mill’s terror.
So he unleashed the Great Cutting Art. With his current mastery, it could effortlessly slice through anything in a mid-level universe, including her Dao principles.
“Crack!” The Great Cutting Art severed the woman’s fake Universe Mill’s divine principles. Before it could recover, Lan Xiaobu struck with his halberd.
Boom! The fake Universe Mill crashed to the ground, revealed as a mere talisman. The woman’s face grew grave. This was the second time she’d seen the Great Cutting Art. The first had cut her Burial Dao Principles, allowing a few to escape.
She didn’t attack again, saying instead, “I’m Qu Wan. I think we can talk.”
“I know Qu Wan,” Mo Wuji said with a chuckle, his tone casual but dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve killed more than one of your avatars. Oh, and in the Land of Longevity, we killed a main body too. Are you the main body or just another avatar?”
