"Junior Brother Ye, this...this is really inappropriate."
"We still...should leave here first and report the matter to the sect and let the elders decide?"
He tried to make a last-ditch effort, hoping that Ye Feng would change his mind.
Ye Feng just raised his eyebrows without losing his smile.
"Report to the sect?"
"Senior Brother Chu, do you think we can still go out safe and sound and report?"
He looked around at the increasingly thick gray fog around him, and he meant something.
"It's not easy to get into this place, and it's probably even harder to get out. I don't know how far away the exit of the teleportation array is from here..."
"Moreover, even if we report it, what do you think the elders will do?"
"It is most likely to block the news. Then, what will happen to us?"
Ye Feng took a step closer, lowered his voice, and his tone was bewitching.
"Senior Brother Chu, think about it, this is the tomb of the ancestor who founded the mountain!"
"Even if there is no artifact inheritance in it, it would be a great achievement if it could reveal the truth about the ancestor's ascension or the secret of this forbidden land!"
"Wealth is sought in danger, and the road to immortality is to go against the will of heaven. How can we reach the road by looking forward and backward?"
"Besides, let's take a look and confirm."
"Whether it is true or false, a blessing or a curse, you have to understand it before you feel at ease, right?"
Ye Feng's words seemed to have magic power, hitting Chu Ming's heart.
The fear is still there.
But uncontrollable curiosity and desire for the truth are also quietly growing.
He really wanted to know what was buried under this tombstone.
Is the legend of the founder’s ascension really just a... legend?
What kind of shocking secrets is hidden in this forbidden land?
Seeing his relaxed expression, Ye Feng struck while the iron was hot.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Chu. Aren't we here to complete the sect's mission in this forbidden area?"
"You will be given priority to pick out the things we dig out."
"How about it? Do you want to do it or not?"
Chu Ming took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, as if to expel the hesitation and fear in his heart.
He looked into Ye Feng's eyes. Finally, he seemed to have made some kind of determination and nodded heavily.
"Okay!"
"Done!"
Ye Feng smiled.
"That's right!"
He patted Chu Ming on the shoulder, then glanced around, and finally landed on the sword at Chu Ming's waist.
It was a long sword that was green all over. The scabbard was simple, and there was a faint spiritual light flowing around it. It was obviously not ordinary.
"Senior Brother Chu, look..."
Ye Feng touched his chin, looking like he was thinking seriously.
"We don't seem to have any handy tools."
Chu Ming followed his gaze and saw his own spirit sword, and immediately understood what Ye Feng meant.
His cheek couldn't help but twitch.
Use... to dig graves with a spiritual sword?
This "Green Frost Sword" is a top-quality spiritual weapon given by his master. He wipes it carefully on weekdays, but now it is used for the rough work of digging soil?
And also digging into the grave of the ancestor?
This feeling made his heart tremble even more than when he decided to dig a grave just now.
"Junior Brother Ye, this... this is a spiritual weapon..."
Chu Ming tried to save the fate of his beloved sword.
Ye Feng said matter-of-factly.
"I know it is a spiritual weapon."
"It is precisely because it is a spiritual weapon that it is sharp and strong enough."
"We can't let us use our hands to plan it, right? That would be so slow."
"Besides, this tombstone looks strong. There may be special sealing soil underneath. Ordinary tools may not work."
"Use your spirit sword to strike down with one strike. It will be clean and tidy, saving time and effort!"
Ye Feng spoke eloquently, as if it was a normal thing to use the spirit sword to hack the grave.
Chu Ming opened his mouth, but was speechless.
He felt that what Ye Feng said seemed to make sense...?
But using a spirit sword to do this... something feels weird.
In the end, under Ye Feng’s encouraging (deceptive) eyes, Chu Ming sighed resignedly.
That’s all.
You have decided to dig a grave, do you still care about what tools to use?
He walked to the blue-black tombstone, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down the agitation in his heart.
Then, he straightened his robes, looked at the tombstone solemnly, and bowed respectfully three times.
"My ancestor, my disciple Chu Ming, did not mean to offend."
"In fact, it happened for a reason. In order to explore the truth, I had no choice but to do it."
"If there is any alarm, I hope that my ancestor will understand."
He muttered something.
Ye Feng looked at it with his arms folded, with a faint smile on his face.
After praying, Chu Ming stood up straight and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
"Qiang!"
A clear sword cry.
The Qingshuang Sword was unsheathed in response. The sword's body was flowing with brilliance, exuding a hint of sword intent, pushing back the surrounding gray fog a bit.
The spiritual power is injected into the sword body without any reservation.
Chu Ming held the sword in both hands and raised it high, with all his spiritual power concentrated on the blade.
"Open!"
He shouted loudly and swung his arm down suddenly!
A dazzling sword light, with the momentum to cut off everything, struck hard at the tomb in front of the tombstone!
"Boom!"
A dull loud noise exploded in the silent cemetery, with echoes rolling in.
Where the sword light hit, the soil exploded instantly and splashed around.
It was filled with dust, mixed with a stale earthy smell.
Wait until the smoke dissipates slightly.
A dark pit appeared where the tomb originally was.
At the bottom of the pit, there was a coffin lying.
A... extremely ordinary coffin.
The coffin was made of the most ordinary wood. The wood was rough and the color was a dark brown that had been soaked in soil for a long time.
It just lay there quietly, as ordinary as a thin coffin used by villagers for random burials.
This coffin is in sharp contrast to the names "Founder of Tianji Sect" and "Ascended Power".
Chu Ming held the sword and stared blankly at the coffin, the expression on his face solidified again.
This...
Is this the coffin of the founding ancestor?
No matter how you look at it...it all looks indescribably shabby and...casual?
Ye Feng also walked over, his eyes falling on the simple wooden coffin at the bottom of the pit, his eyes flickering slightly, thoughtfully.
Chu Ming froze in place.
His eyes were fixed on the simple and almost crude wooden coffin, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
This thin coffin with pitted holes and poor material is not even as decent as the ones used by ordinary people with a little wealth in the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain.
The founder?
Ascension to great power?
Just use this coffin?
Chu Ming felt that his cognition was hit like never before, his mind was buzzing, and he didn’t know how to react for a moment.
The smile on Ye Feng’s face also faded a little.
He walked to the pit and looked down at the coffin. This coffin was indeed too ordinary.
Ye Feng squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and lightly tapped the coffin board.
Tuk Tuk.
The dull echo was the sound of solid wood, and nothing unusual could be heard.