novelapdf Chapter 172 Where did the body of the White Deer Ancient Emperor go?
Chapter 172 Where did the body of the White Deer Ancient Emperor go?
Even just looking at it from afar, one can feel the world-destroying power it contains, as well as the boundless imperial pressure.
Lu Qingxuan's reaction was the most intense.
Her body trembled slightly, and her clear eyes instantly filled with tears as she stared intently at the crystal coffin and talisman. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Those were the coffins and weapons of her ancestors, symbols of the former glory of the White Deer Clan, but now they have fallen into a situation where they are coveted by outsiders.
An indescribable mix of sorrow and excitement welled up in her heart.
Wu Liang's chubby face also lost its usual slick smile, his small eyes gleaming as he muttered to himself:
"This is really a great thing, I want it so badly! With this, I can roam the world freely. Who would dare to mess with me then? I can just slap anyone I don't like. It's a pity, though, that it's not easy to get."
This feeling of being able to see something but not touch it made him very uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on his body.
Jiang Hao's gaze calmly swept over the crystal coffin and the white deer talisman, then he frowned. "Hmm?"
When he looked at the crystal coffin, he discovered that the body of the White Deer Ancient Emperor was not inside.
There's only skin and a trace of regret.
"Where did the body of the White Deer Ancient Emperor go?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.
Jiang Hao had sensed the auras of the supreme beings in the forbidden zone and confirmed that the White Deer Ancient Emperor had not entered the forbidden zone.
If the White Deer Ancient Emperor had entered the forbidden zone, his son would not have died in the Dark Turmoil, and his weapons would not be here.
If it's neither in the restricted area nor in the coffin, then where did the body of the White Deer Ancient Emperor go?
Buried somewhere else?
Just then, noises came from other directions.
Teams from major forces such as the Qingming Clan, Daoyang Mountain, Zifu Sect, and Qingyun Sect emerged from different passages and arrived at this underground space.
They numbered in large numbers, ranging from twenty or thirty to a dozen or so, each possessing a powerful aura; even the weakest among them was at the early stage of the Dragon Transformation realm.
Soon, someone noticed Jiang Hao and his four companions who were already standing on the edge.
"Huh? Those guys... how come they got here faster than us?"
"Is it them? That princess of the White Deer Clan, and those two boys, a fat Taoist priest, and an old man?"
"How did they do that? There were so many traps and obstacles along the way. We lost several people just getting this far, and these old, weak, and disabled people are completely unharmed?"
"Those old man and fat Taoist priest don't look like experts at all; their auras are very weak."
"Did they take some shortcut?"
The cultivators from various factions looked at Jiang Hao and his group with surprise, scrutiny, and even a hint of hostility.
Especially the people from the Qingming Clan and Daoyang Mountain, when they saw that Lu Qingxuan was with several strangers and had arrived first, their faces turned somewhat gloomy.
The young master of the Qingming Clan swept his cold gaze over Lu Qingxuan, Xiao Fan, and the others, pausing for a moment on Xiao Fan's face, a disdainful smile curving his lips.
A mere Dao Palace Realm youth and a frail old man, do they even deserve to stand here?
How dare they covet the legacy of the ancient emperors?
The Dao Yang Mountain successor was even more direct. He stared at Lu Qingxuan, then looked at the people around her, and when he noticed Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo's storage bags, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, he was also somewhat angry that the princess of the White Deer Clan was actually hanging out with several people of unknown origin and with low cultivation levels.
He felt humiliated to have arrived at the core area ahead of everyone else, and he was filled with resentment.
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo felt immense pressure as they were stared at by so many people, most of whom were scrutinizing, questioning, or even malicious.
Xiao Fan remained relatively calm, but his palms were slightly sweaty, and his body tensed up involuntarily.
Zhang Bo swallowed nervously, moved closer to Xiao Fan, placed his hand on the short sword at his waist, and scanned his surroundings warily.
Despite the stares, Lu Qingxuan remained calm.
She was already used to being watched by all sides, whether it was admiration, jealousy, or now scrutiny and hostility.
She simply gripped her sword tightly, stood there quietly, and silently shielded Jiang Hao and the others behind her.
The fat Taoist priest Wu Liang reacted quite differently.
Instead of being nervous being watched by so many people, he puffed out his round belly and turned his small eyes to scout out the powerful groups.
Especially when they see conspicuous storage artifacts on certain people's bodies or bulging pouches at their waists, a familiar glint flashes in their eyes.
He even grinned, revealing a set of not-so-white teeth. The smile exuded an arrogant and domineering air, as if saying, "What can you do to me?"
Jiang Hao goes without saying.
However, these people only glanced at it once before their gazes were immediately drawn to the crystal coffin and the white deer talisman in the main hall. Their breathing became heavy and their eyes became incredibly fervent.
"Imperial weapon, it's the White Deer Talisman!"
"There's also an ancient emperor's coffin; it might contain the ancient emperor's legacy or even his remains!"
"We absolutely must get our hands on it!"
Exclamations and greedy whispers rang out from the various teams.
The Dao Yang Mountain disciple stared at the White Deer Talisman, his eyes practically overflowing with greed. He gruffly told those around him, "Once we get into the main hall, we'll grab the imperial weapon first!"
The leaders of the Purple Mansion Sect and the Azure Cloud Sect were more composed. They looked at the light screen outside the main hall and then at Jiang Hao and his group of five, their eyes thoughtful.
To arrive first is either due to incredible luck or guidance from a master.
Who is this master? That ordinary-looking old man? Doesn't seem like it.
That fat Taoist priest? He doesn't seem like it at all. Whose master is like that?
Just then, the thin layer of light surrounding the main hall suddenly rippled out like water, the light flowing and the original sense of obstruction quietly disappeared.
At the same time, a gentle yet supremely majestic voice, as if from ancient times, echoed in everyone's heart:
"Those who come to the imperial tomb in later generations are destined to be here."
"The palace gates are open; all may enter."
"However, my inheritance and the White Deer Talisman can only be obtained by those who are destined to receive them. Forcing them will be of no use. I hope you all understand this."
As the sound faded, the light curtain seemed to transform into a gentle mist, revealing the magnificent palace gates behind it clearly, with no further obstruction.
"The palace gates are open, everyone can go in, isn't that great?"
"What does the Ancient Emperor mean by this? Is he letting everyone go in and fight for it?"
"Only those destined to be together can obtain it. Since there will always be someone destined to be together, why can't it be me!"
After a brief moment of astonishment, whispers arose from the crowd, with expressions of surprise, elation, and scheming alternating on the faces of the cultivators from various factions.
The desire for imperial weapons and their legacy intensified and became even more restless.
A glint flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Qingming Clan, and a confident smile curved his lips: "Go in. The ownership of the inheritance will ultimately depend on strength and methods!"
Without further hesitation, he waved his hand and led his people to transform into streaks of light, rushing towards the open palace gate.
Seeing this, the Dao Yang Mountain disciple became even more impatient, fearing he would fall behind, and urged his clansmen on in a gruff voice:
"Quick, keep up! We can't let this good stuff fall into other people's hands!"
People from the Purple Mansion Sect, Azure Cloud Sect, and other forces exchanged glances. Although they sensed something was amiss, the imperial weapons and the inheritance were right before their eyes, and no one could hold back. They all led their elite troops into the hall.
In an instant, the sound of air being torn apart arose, and figures rushed into the main hall, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would miss out on a tremendous opportunity.