Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 881: Historical Secrets

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: Historical Secrets

After the plan to descend using the Rune Book failed, Lofvis quietly concocted many sinister plans.

But before these plans could be implemented, he abandoned them himself.

As the ’God of the Mentally Challenged’, Lofvis was quite self-aware; his hastily assembled team was only slightly less brain-dead, nor did he have any friends to offer strategies; he had to rely on himself.

Though he was clever, all his intellect was spent on Rune Studies, making him ill-suited for scheming.

So, after realizing the level of his own capabilities, Lofvis felt it was unnecessary to be enemies with the guy holding the Rune Book.

He could completely negotiate with the other party, asking them to help him descend into that world, in exchange for something they wanted.

Even if it meant being a henchman for ten to eight years, it was not entirely unacceptable.

Lofvis’s wishful thinking was loud and clear, but before he could speak, he heard a national curse from the Capital.

"(A certain plant) you, you big turd-brained fool!!"

Then his connection with the Rune Book was severed...

Lofvis was so enraged he nearly passed out; who starts with insults the moment they speak?

Infuriated, he rolled back and forth in the forest, crushing quite a few of his mentally challenged followers, yet seeing many of them still worship him even after being crushed, he sighed deeply, ending this venting behavior.

A towering figure of a hundred meters tall sat in the forest, watching the sunset, with an unexplainable sense of desolation...

The next day, it was said a nation’s birds flew into the forest, viewed as invaders by the great God of Runes Lofvis, hence starting an absurd war...

Of course, none of this concerned Wen Wen; after cursing, he put away the Rune Book and stored it in the warehouse for isolation.

Having the Rune Book meant that abilities like fire and lightning were unnecessary on the rings of the Catastrophe Gloves.

Although using the Rune Book incurs mental contamination from the opposite side, Wen Wen had figured out how to safely use it through testing.

The Real World and Inner World were incredibly distant from each other, so information transmission was greatly delayed; the opponent’s words took about two to three minutes to reach, and Wen Wen’s words similarly took that long to send over.

As long as Wen Wen paid attention to timing while using it, he could ensure he wasn’t affected by the other side and could even frustrate them in return...

After putting away the Rune Book, Wen Wen descended to the third layer. Like the second layer, this layer had many black corpses, and these corpses were even stronger than those on the second layer.

However, to Wen Wen’s surprise, one person here was still alive.

It was a bald young man dressed in tattered red robes, appearing to be a monk from the Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism, who had been hanging here for many years yet still retained a glimmer of vitality.

When hung here, he should have been a fairly skilled superpower user.

Wen Wen first released this monk, then, like on the second floor, set a fire to burn this place clean.

Discovered things should be resolved immediately; don’t wait to deal with them later, or use these things for fishing and such.

Who knows when these things could be activated and cause significant unintended casualties.

Once those hanging bodies were gone, Wen Wen began carefully observing the third-floor basement. It should be beneath Muyuan District, possibly one of the tombs of the Yintian Tomb.

Further inside at the end of the third-floor cellar, Wen Wen found a small room.

This room was Seventh Master Tian’s secret chamber, locked with thick iron chains, but Wen Wen easily tore them open.

Inside were a set of tables and chairs, a kerosene lamp, some ancient books, and a notebook.

Wen Wen gathered everything, ensured there were no clues left, and exited the cellar.

At the cellar door, he left behind a lightning rune array to prevent anyone from accidentally entering and causing unnecessary trouble.

The efficiency of the Puppets was high; during Wen Wen’s time down in the cellar, they had already looted the hotel clean, even taking the carpet from the secret door, piling everything in the courtyard.

Wen Wen aimed his right hand at the courtyard, releasing chains that collected beds, tables, chairs, various appliances, and debris into the Sanctuary.

He only concerned himself with tossing stuff inside, leaving others to decide how to deal with it.

After finishing miscellaneous tasks, Wen Wen flipped through some information; gradually, the threads of the situation became clear to him.

It was now certain that the tomb below was indeed the Northern Yin Emperor’s Tomb.

Furthermore, the corpse of Northern Yin Emperor Luo Feng was truly within, implying the one at Mang Mountain Fengdu was not the assumed Northern Yin Emperor.

During the Northern Yin Dynasty’s peak, there was once a small town attached to Northern Yin in Lingyuan County Town.

At that time, the Northern Yin Dynasty had friendly trade relations with the landlocked Tu Dou Kingdom on the Qing Ridge Plateau, gradually forming a small town here.

In the eyes of the Central Plains’ various nations at that time, the Qing Ridge Plateau was considered barren and desolate, drawing little attention from other powers.

Luo Feng constructed tombs separately within Northern Yin territory, and at Lingyuan County’s location.

Originally, Lingyuan County’s tomb was merely a backup, but late in life, Luo Feng became obsessed with immortality, gathering Taoists across the land to concoct an Elixir of Life for him.

Who knew that a single golden pill would end Luo Feng’s life with a sudden burp...

Though Luo Feng’s corpse neither decayed nor decomposed, bizarre phenomena frequently occurred around it.

To prevent stirring trouble in the royal city, his loyal soldiers sent his body to the backup tomb for burial.

To prevent Luo Feng’s corpse’s anomalies from spreading outside, the most famous sorceresses within Northern Yin at the time were invited to remodel the tomb.

Before the tomb was sealed, all original villagers and constructing craftsmen were sent into the tomb to be buried alongside.

That sorceress’s name was Tian Bula, the ancestor of Seventh Master Tian.

Tian Bula and the soldiers stayed there, guarding the tomb through generations, gradually evolving into today’s Lingyuan County.

Luo Feng’s death was only known to a few on the Northern Yin court; shortly afterward, Northern Yin fell, bringing about the undead calamity that swept the Capital.

Thus, Luo Feng’s death was not recorded in the surviving history.

This tomb’s oddity primarily stems from Luo Feng’s corpse’s anomaly, along with the grievances of the townspeople and craftsmen slaughtered back then.

But all this was isolated by the tomb itself and further mended by generations of tomb guardians, maintaining peace for a millennium.

About decades ago, Lingyuan County experienced an earthquake, creating a crack over the tomb chamber.

To repair that crack, the already few remaining tomb guardians were all but killed, leaving only Seventh Master Tian and Wang Dayi.

From that time onward, the Slumber Mist began appearing nightly in Muyuan District...