Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1150 - 1150 0670 All Attributes Magic Resistance_2

Chapter 1150: Chapter 0670: All Attributes Magic Resistance_2 Chapter 1150: Chapter 0670: All Attributes Magic Resistance_2 Emperor Bahuang’s eyes brightened as he spoke, “Lan Xinxin, speak quickly, there’s no need for much. Even if you’ve only figured out a little, it will be a help to us in opening this tomb door. Tell me, what exactly is it?”

Lan Xinxin said, “Prince, we suspect that the Saint’s Tomb we are about to explore doesn’t contain just any ordinary cultivator. It’s very likely that it’s the burial place of a Nascent Soul Master, or even a high-tier Nascent Soul Master. Only in this scenario would the tomb owner set up such an inscrutable door for us, the successors. I apologize for speaking out of turn, but based on our current abilities, attempting to explore this Saint’s Tomb is highly unpredictable, and I fear the risks far outweigh the chances of success.”

Emperor Bahuang’s expression darkened as he rebuked, “Lan Xinxin, don’t spread such fallacious talk here. Do you know the consequences of saying such things?”

Lan Xinxin wanted to say more, but Zhou Yang hurriedly pulled her aside, saying, “Prince, you know Lan Xinxin, she’s always been blunt and straightforward, saying whatever comes to her mind. Please don’t take it against her. Lan Xinxin, you shouldn’t say anymore, have you forgotten what we just discussed? If we’re not certain, we shouldn’t speak recklessly.”

Emperor Bahuang snorted and didn’t bother with Zhou Yang and Lan Xinxin. These people were his loyal subordinates, who had stood by him through the tests of time and remained steadfast in their loyalty. He wouldn’t trouble them over such trivial matters.

Emperor Bahuang knew Lan Xinxin well. He knew that although she was straightforward, she never spoke without thinking. Whatever she said usually had some basis in reality, substantial and valuable for reference.

The more this was the case, the more it worried Emperor Bahuang, causing him to furrow his brows.

Since the Zhao family’s ancestors had inadvertently discovered this Imperial Family Secret Territory over two thousand years ago, many Saint’s Tombs hidden within had been excavated, leaving only a few untouched. For the remaining tombs, including Emperor Bahuang himself, there were speculations about their contents. As Lan Xinxin said, the suspicion that these tombs contained high-tier Nascent Soul Masters was one of the many guesses.

Such speculation was fine in ordinary times, but now the circumstances were different. Qi Tian was watching from above, and as his Immortal Slave, if Emperor Bahuang chose to retreat without even touching the tomb door and tell Qi Tian that this Saint’s Tomb was untouchable, he couldn’t begin to imagine how Qi Tian would view him.

Knowing the risks, he walked towards them anyway. This was Emperor Bahuang’s true state of mind at that moment.

No matter the dangers ahead, Emperor Bahuang couldn’t tolerate retreat. Even if Qi Tian made an exception and didn’t punish or mock him, Emperor Bahuang still couldn’t back down. They had already fallen out with Manager Chen of Wanjie Commerce. If he couldn’t achieve anything from this exploration of the Saint’s Tomb, if he couldn’t advance his cultivation, then he would certainly be at a disadvantage when Manager Chen came to settle scores later.

Emperor Bahuang clenched his teeth and said, “I am aware of the dangers that exploring the Saint’s Tomb might hold more than any of you. If there were no dangers, would this Saint’s Tomb still stand here till now? Let me be clear, regardless of who lies buried within this Saint’s Tomb, or what risks it might hide, we have no way out. Now, I command you, don’t talk to me about risks. You have only one task: find a way to open this tomb door. Aside from that, do not speak to me about any other matters, about the difficulties or the risks. I only want results.”

Zhou Yang and Lan Xinxin looked at each other, each holding a sliver of hope that they could persuade Emperor Bahuang to reconsider. But now, they understood that Emperor Bahuang was absolutely resolute in his stance, not tolerating any thoughts of retreat, let alone any act of it.

“Prince, we understand,” they said. “Since you have already made your decision, we shall say no more, and will resolutely carry out your orders.”

Emperor Bahuang nodded and said, “Very well. Now, I appoint Zhou Yang as the commander-in-chief for this operation to open the Saint’s Tomb door. Except for me, everyone will obey your commands. If this time, you can successfully lead everyone to open this tomb door, then afterwards, I will surely reward you all handsomely.”

“As You command!”

Zhou Yang bowed to Emperor Bahuang, then began discussing with Lan Xinxin and the others. As Array Rune Masters, they not only had profound knowledge in setting up Arrays and inscribing runes but were also extremely skilled at deciphering them.

The tomb door in front of their eyes seemed devoid of any Arrays or runes. However, that did not mean it was bare; the Arrays and runes must be hidden from sight. They were preparing to try certain specific methods to see if they could trigger the Arrays and runes on the tomb door. If they could be triggered, they might not necessarily be able to break them, but at least they would know where to start.

Zhou Yang asked Emperor Bahuang to step back, then selected several companions and instructed them to use their strongest spells to attack the tomb door.

The Gold Core Realm experts he pointed out specialized in magical attacks. They produced their staves and launched various types of elemental spells. Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and even the rare yin and yang elements were all utilized.

However, when their spells struck the tomb door, it remained completely unshaken. If it had stopped there, it would have been one thing, but what left Emperor Bahuang, Zhou Yang, and the others utterly dumbfounded was that despite the powerful, diverse attacks that could level a mountain, the tomb door did not even lose a speck of dust.

The door’s magical resistance was extraordinarily high, and it was resistant to all attributes. This far exceeded everyone’s expectations. Even the princes, including Emperor Bahuang, had never heard of such a phenomenon, and Qi Tian had never encountered it either. It was truly astounding.

At this moment, everyone began to realize that what Lan Xinxin had said might indeed be true: the Saint’s Tomb likely did not contain an ordinary cultivator’s remains, but rather those of a high-level Nascent Soul Master.

The mere thought of this possibility made nearly everyone shiver with fear, feeling a chilling draft climb up from their tailbone, moving along their spine and shooting to the top of their head, sending them into a frigid stupor with their whole body trembling.

Emperor Bahuang shifted his gaze toward Qi Tian. Although he had spoken with conviction earlier, deep down he still harbored a glimmer of hope that perhaps Lan Xinxin and the others were mistaken and that the Saint’s Tomb’s door could be opened, making their potential retreat a mere joke. But the reality now proved that this sliver of hope did not exist at all. Their worst fears had become true. If they persisted in excavating the Saint’s Tomb and insisted on opening its door, they would undoubtedly be unleashing a demon’s gate, and what awaited them would almost certainly not be an opportunity for cultivation, but rather an unending descent into the abyss of Hell.”