Star Trace Gate

Inside the Dragon Lord Mausoleum, outside the first main tomb chamber.

Ren Ye and the others looked at the coffin with surprised expressions. This tomb that had been sealed for many years actually looked like it had been robbed. The coffin lid was turned upside down on the right side of the coffin. It was obvious that someone had forcibly opened it and thrown it carelessly on the ground next to it.

There were almost no funerary objects in the tomb, nor were there any murals or biographies of the tomb owner. There was only the coffin placed in the center, making it look very empty.

At the back of the coffin, there was a closed iron door covered with dust, and the palace lanterns hanging on both sides were out of oil and could not be lit.

In front of the coffin, there is a stone tablet that is broken diagonally from the center. The upper part of the tablet has disappeared, so it is naturally impossible to know what words are engraved on it, but the remaining half of the tablet reads "The Tomb of the Lord Ao Yin".

Under the wall on the right side of the tomb chamber, there is a dug-through passage, less than one meter high. It is deep and dark inside, and judging from the size of the passage, it should be large enough for an adult to crawl through it.

Old Liu stared at it eagerly for a long time, then muttered softly, "Did one of Boss Cao's tomb raiders come here? Damn, this job is more efficient than housekeeping, not a single hair is left behind."

"Looking at the situation here, it does look like we've been robbed." The beloved concubine murmured softly, "But what kind of people would dare to rob the Dragon Lord's Tomb? Aren't they afraid of the witch spirits guarding the tomb?"

Feng Lin interrupted and said, "Before entering the tomb, I sensed it. The aura in the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum is very strange. The door to the tomb alone has a complete array pattern. It would probably be impossible to push it open without the combined efforts of several fourth-level peak masters."

"Then why did we come in?" Old Liu asked without any hesitation.

Fenglin hated idiots the most, so he just looked at him helplessly: "The black air emerged, and the terrain of the Bulao Mountain has changed. The tomb door opened by itself, which means that we were invited in by the 'things' here."

"Why did you invite us in? To solve this rather neat tomb-robbing case?" Old Liu asked back.

Fenglin did not answer and chose to remain silent.

"Ao Yin?!" Erleng suddenly lowered his head and murmured.

"What's wrong?" Ren Ye turned around and looked at him.

"As I remember, Ao Yin was the last Dragon Lord of Southern Xinjiang, and he was a contemporary of Wu Yuanjun. According to what Your Highness described before, the Dragon Lord you met in the secret realm should be him." Erlang replied.

Fenglin took over the conversation and said softly, "The last Dragon Lord, Ao Yin, also had a very miserable end."

"Tell me your story," Lao Liu urged.

Fenglin walked towards the coffin and narrated in a calm tone: "Although I have been a hermit for these years, I have been paying attention to the movements of Southern Xinjiang and Daqian, and have also checked a lot of historical materials. It is said that less than half a year after Wu Yuanjun died in Bu Lao Mountain, Ao Yin, the prime minister of the dynasty, gradually became arrogant. Not only did he frequently accept bribes and keep retainers, but he also secretly bought and sold official positions unscrupulously. For a time, corruption was rampant in the court. After entering the capital, some local officials often did not pay homage to the king first, but instead paid homage to Prime Minister Ao first. In his life, he was also extravagant and ostentatious. Every day when he had a meal, the delicacies on the table were only one dish less than those of the king..."

Hearing this, Old Liu frowned and commented: "Damn, as a minister of state, what's wrong with eating more?!"

"This situation lasted for less than half a year, and the memorials secretly impeaching the Prime Minister had piled up like a mountain. But even so, the king still chose to be patient, and even asked Ao Yin to come to the palace to have heart-to-heart talks with him many times." Feng Lin stopped and said softly, "Until a favorite minister of the king repeatedly proposed to implement new policies, which touched the interests of the Prime Minister's party. In the end, Ao Yin found an excuse to execute him... The king could no longer tolerate it and became furious."

"On the third day after this incident, all the officials came to court and impeached Ao Yin at the same time. In the next three months, Ao Yin was demoted from the prime minister to a ninth-rank official. He was then stripped of his title and confined to Tianmen Temple in the capital of Southern Xinjiang. His family was not allowed to visit him, and no officials were allowed to interact with him."

"About a month later, Ao Yin died of illness in Tianmen Temple. The king, remembering his past merits, did not make things difficult for his family. He only ordered people to hastily bury him in the Dragon Lord Mausoleum, and only allowed a funeral to be held as a civilian." Taoist Fenglin paused for a moment, then looked up at Ren Ye: "That day, when we were in the secret realm, Ao Yin once said that once Wu Yuanjun died, his sharp knife would be useless. It seems that he judged his situation very accurately.

"What a bullshit corruption, isn't this the fate of General Nian?" Old Liu sneered and cursed, "Just because Ao Yin ate two more dishes, he was killed? This king is such a piece of shit... I think those officials who impeached Ao Yin were all hinted by the king, and they just wanted to get rid of him."

"That's right." Ren nodded slightly and said, "A peaceful and prosperous era is coming. The court of Southern Xinjiang no longer needs these two powerful officials. What the king needs is a group of obedient little white rabbits. Ao Yin saw through it and took the initiative to put the knife into the king's hand, giving him an excuse to kill the treacherous minister. In this way, perhaps the whole family can be saved."

Old Liu looked up at Ren Ye and immediately gave him a warning: "If I become the second most powerful person in the empire and have great power, then if you want to mess with me, please remember... let me eat before I leave. Tang Feng wearing silk stockings and Qiang Qiang calling me daddy... that's enough."

"Sure, it's not a big problem. I can even allow you to bury the bones." Ren Ye replied perfunctorily, muttering softly: "But how did Ao Yin's family come to the three prefectures of Lingnan and gradually develop to this point?"

"Haha, perhaps only you can ask this question." Fenglin replied with a smile.

"Ah."

Ren nodded slightly, and without thinking any more, he just walked towards the coffin.

The others gathered around curiously as well, and they all leaned forward to look at the scene inside the coffin.

The scene in the coffin was not as horrifying as imagined, nor was there anything magical, nor were there overly luxurious clothing or burial objects. There was only an old corpse with a shriveled face, black skin and flesh, and covered with maggots.

He lay alone in the cold coffin. All the splendor of his life was no longer visible or audible. He was no different from a corpse in the mountains.

The six people looked at the corpse for a long time in silence, feeling deeply saddened.

The king of beasts, who was once so powerful and had the ability to go to heaven and earth and look down on all living things, was nothing more than a shriveled corpse weighing a few dozen pounds after his death.

Ren Ye came back to his senses and sighed, "How glorious he was when he was alive, but after his death he was robbed and even the lid of his coffin was taken away. Well, you guys step back and I'll cover it for him."

It was obvious that this place had been robbed. Even if there were any inherited treasures, they must have been taken away.

In addition, Ren also knew that the Qianli Green Camp organization was founded by the Dragon Lord clan and had some connections with Qingliang Mansion, so he did not intend to disturb the other party. He just bent down, grabbed the coffin lid, and lifted it up suddenly.

Everyone retreated and watched quietly.

"Hey, sleep well...!"

"Clang!"

Ren also sighed lightly, raised his hand and placed the coffin lid on the coffin, preparing to close it.

"Ong!"

At this moment, a green light suddenly emerged from the abdomen of the corpse in the coffin.

"Fuck!"

Ren was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold the lid of the coffin.

"Gululu!"

The green light flowed from the dantian of the Dragon Lord's body and rushed to the throat and mouth in a visible manner to the naked eye.

"boom!"

At the same time, white aura surged out of Ren Ye's body uncontrollably.

It flowed like clouds and mist beside Ren Ye.

"call!"

In a moment, the luck surged into the coffin and actually rushed into the Dragon Lord's mouth and nose.

The corpse was still as decayed as before, and there was no movement, but in a trance, Ren seemed to see the afterimage of an old man, staring at him.

"Woooo...!"

After the energy surged for a few breaths, the green light in the corpse's mouth suddenly rushed out and went straight into Ren Ye's eyebrows.

"boom!"

A green light entered his eyebrows, and Ren Ye’s consciousness roared.

An old voice resounded in the consciousness space: "In the migration area, if you hear the dragon appear, you can enter when you see the door; the Nine-Nine Human Emperor and the Thousand-mile Coiled Dragon, when the two meet, they complement each other and can share the opportunity."

The old voice echoed for a long time.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, Er Leng pushed Ren Ye with his hand and said, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

"Shh!"

Ren Ye turned his head suddenly: "I heard a voice, and vaguely saw a closed door."

"What's that sound?" Ai Fei asked.

"An old voice said something about a migration area..." Everyone here is his own people, so Ren did not hide anything and just recounted what happened just now.

After hearing this, everyone showed very surprised expressions.

"Is this why the tomb door opened by itself? Did I invite you in just to say this?" Old Liu muttered, "But the Dragon Lord has been dead for so long, how did he know that you would come in?"

"Who knows?" Ren also shook his head.

"...This is not just your chance," Feng Lin frowned and said, "The four words Thousand Miles Coiling Dragon are also very important. Just now, it was probably the luck in your body that caused the green light in the corpse."

"Yeah, that should be the case." Ren Ye nodded slightly.

"Don't you find it's weird here?" Fenglin said thoughtfully.

"What's strange?" Xu Bangzi asked.

"It is said that the tombs of the twenty-four heavenly kings are guarded by witch spirits of their own clan. For example, the White Python clan has Mang Tianjun, but here... there is no breath of any spiritual creature." Fenglin said: "The Dragon Lord is dead, but where did the witch spirits of this clan go? Why are they not here? Moreover, has the Dragon Lord's inheritance been handed over to Nanjiang?"

Ren also fell into deep thought.

"The White Python Clan's native witch spirit is a white python, and the Tianlong Clan... Shit, there really isn't a dragon there?!" Old Liu murmured, "I don't believe it, unless this dragon can get along with me!"