Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 439 - 394 Seal_2

Chapter 439: Chapter 394 Seal_2

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She continued on, and it was not until an hour later that she finally reached Shiyin Grand King Cave.

The entire cave was located in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, its terrestrial part featured a palace-style semi-subterranean entrance made of white rocks. At the entrance, there were crisscrossing seals covered with symbols written in secret script. It seemed that no one had disturbed the seals for a long time as they trembled slightly in the wind.

Travel companies tried to turn the place into a tourist spot, but to no avail, leaving behind an abandoned ticket booth. Du Qianqian could see why their operations had failed – the place was absolutely eerie. Except for the fearless like Du Qianqian, who would dare visit such a haunted location?

Two pillars stood on either side of the entrance, the left pillar engraved with the personal life of The Worthless Prince, Li Yan. Du Qianqian, holding up her phone for light, read the column, which was inscribed with semi-intelligible characters recounting his story. Gifted from a young age, Li Yan was so wise that he could communicate with the heavens, people, and ghosts. He learned the art of refining tools and medicines from ancient texts, and thereafter favored the company of spellcasting noblemen and capable fairies. From then on, he lost interest in state affairs, seeking only to ascend to the heavens and reach the stars.

The right pillar was inscribed with a manifesto written by the Minister of Rites Official at that time, criticizing Li Yan for neglecting state affairs after ascending the throne, for being over-suspicious and executing dissidents arbitrarily. His brother, Li Jinshang, heard the voice of the Galaxy and knew that Li Yan’s misconduct would bring disaster to Silla. Therefore, in compliance with proper law and order, he imprisoned Li Yan deep within Shiyin Grand King Cave, intending it to be his tomb, never to be released.

And so, The Worthless Prince Li Yan was trapped deep in his grave until he starved to death. Many things were buried with him, not just gold and jewels, but also his research on the Undead Technique.

Invaluable. Du Qianqian pondered to herself.

As she walked step by step forward, Du Qianqian, having received spy training, was keenly aware and could navigate her way even without light. She bent down to crawl under the seal, careful not to break it, but still felt as if she had stirred some kind of presence and her heart pounded on whether the seal held some sort of prohibition that she might have triggered.

A dead person from ancient times. Du Qianqian reassured herself. What was there to fear? Could it be that he had mastered the Art of Immortality and would come at her like a zombie?

With determination, Du Qianqian entered the tomb.

She saw a number of soldiers dead in the corridor just inside, and was surprised to find that they were all from Modern Entertainment’s corporate troops. Crouching down, she cautiously determined the cause of their death: they all perished from sharp weapons, and the size of the wounds suggested something astonishing, almost as if they had been cleaved across the chest by a giant, sudden strike from an axe mechanism; the corpses were fresh, seemingly having died not long before.

Had they touched the seals? Du Qianqian looked back and could still see the moonlight shining on the entrance, casting bright white spots of light.

Leaving the dead behind, Du Qianqian was fixated on acquiring Li Yan’s treasure, thinking to herself that there was nothing to fear! So, she switched from the image of a Black Fire Assault Troop to that of a professional adventurer, someone who appeared on the cover of outdoor survival magazines. With this change, Du Qianqian felt doubly emboldened, as if she had inherited the courage and survival skills of that adventurer.

The tomb was constructed following the cave’s natural winding path, becoming increasingly deeper.

This was also related to Silla’s ancient secret beliefs; they had a unique death worship, believing that after death spirits either sank or ascended. Those who sank would enter the Netherworld, reincarnating into various creatures, potentially even as beasts of burden. Those who ascended had the chance to reach for the starry sky and become fairies capable of manipulating reality, thereby existing differently from ordinary folk.

Therefore, the tombs of the monarchs of The Li Dynasty were built as high as possible, whereas The Worthless Prince Li Yan’s burial chamber twisted down into the depths.

After walking for ten minutes, when she looked back, Du Qianqian could no longer see any trace of light or the way back.

The air around her was damp, and the narrow tomb passage permitted at most two people to walk abreast. The walls were unevenly moist, with no plaster applied, and stalagmites could be seen everywhere, standing in shallow water, while occasionally droplets fell from the stalactites above, hitting the ground audibly. Signs of human craft were rare; she could only spot bronze candelabra embedded in the narrow corridors, yet not a single candle was lit.

There was water here; Li Yan, even if confined, could have survived many days. Du Qianqian thought to herself.

In his quest for survival, in the last moments of his life, he might have made a breakthrough in the Undead Technique.

Looking forward at the increasingly winding erosion corridor, Du Qianqian became more apprehensive. Facing off against the living-dead Li Yan in this tomb would be quite terrifying.

But then she thought, if she could kill Li Yan and sell his body...

How much money would that bring in?

Standing still, Du Qianqian shook with excitement at her own thoughts. A Li Yan who had lived for five hundred years! His mind filled with so much ancient, secret knowledge, he must be worth at least a hundred million! If he was dead, certainly the value would go down, but still, he would be worth a couple of tens of millions. Wealth was beckoning to Du Qianqian from the depths of Shiyin Grand King Cave, and she couldn’t help but walk downward.

Eternal life, money, either was tempting to Du Qianqian.

She continued down warily yet greedily, and the pathway beneath her gradually changed from the natural stone to a corridor paved with large green bricks. The narrow passage widened, and as she looked up, she suddenly felt an expansive clarity, discovering that the entire corridor ultimately led to a stone palace!

Both sides were flanked by green stone walls, and above was a sturdy dome. Bronze torches burned continuously beside Du Qianqian, illuminating a massive black door ahead of her.

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Du Qianqian held her breath.

The door was too big, too beautiful, and too heavy; Du Qianqian didn’t know if she had the strength to push it open. But Li Yan must be behind it, and if she managed to push it open, he would certainly notice.

Her heart raced, sweat soaked her back, and she felt that coming this deep was a disaster.

She crouched on the ground, furiously typing on her phone, writing a last will of a few hundred words, thanking her boss, thanking Lady Farosa, thanking 101, 102, thanking Mizuiro Yoshioka, thanking Shijin Mansion and the Witch Council.

If something happened, this last will would surely not get sent out, but Du Qianqian didn’t care, her intentions were clear.

Go in.

Du Qianqian placed both hands on the solid stone door, leaned her body forward, bracing her feet against the ground for leverage, allowing her full weight to press against the door, making it slowly move.

As a crack opened in the stone door, Du Qianqian was able to see inside.

She stopped pushing, peeked inside with one eye, and was immediately drawn to the coffin in the center of the stone chamber.

She heard that Farosa had been unearthed from a coffin,

Du Qianqian swallowed her saliva. Lady Farosa was a priceless treasure, worth several billions? Then the coffin in front of her must surely be worth a huge fortune, and Li Yan must certainly be inside.

As she wildly speculated, she quickened her door-pushing efforts; the door opened wider, and a damp, cold wind swept outwards, hitting Du Qianqian as if a hundred wronged spirits had entangled her. Du Qianqian’s timidity and greed struggled against each other, but in the end, greed prevailed, forcing her to continue pushing. When a gap of about 50 centimeters wide opened, she squeezed her body through the narrow opening with effort.

At that moment, Du Qianqian thought she saw a figure behind the door, which caused her heart to skip a beat. Even after she squeezed through, she was still frightened.

What was that?

Stay calm, stay calm... Du Qianqian thought to herself. Then, summoning her courage, she walked towards the center coffin.

Would Li Yan hide himself inside to hibernate?

Or had he died here forever?

Du Qianqian looked around and saw no trace of the Worthless Prince, Li Yan, nor did she see the figure again.

She pushed hard on the coffin lid, like the door, first creating a gap of several tens of centimeters, and then looked inside. It was pitch-black, she couldn’t see anything, except what seemed like a pair of bony feet.

Did Li Yan die? Du Qianqian wanted to see the details clearly, so she pushed hard with both hands, shoving the lid, which weighed about a dozen or so kilograms, outward.

"What are you doing here?"

When Du Qianqian heard someone speaking behind her, her whole body went limp.

"I, I, I—" Du Qianqian desperately tried to say something, but couldn’t utter a single word, and after a long pause managed to stammer out a few words, "I came... for the Art of Immortality."

A moment of silence.

"The Undead Technique of Li Yan has already been found by me," the voice behind her continued.

Du Qianqian turned her head.

She saw a tall woman with white hair and red eyes, an indifferent figure.

Wei Shiyue.