One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 187: 161: Joining Forces, Arrival at the Mausoleum_2

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"An Shelie’s tomb is located within a ’secret realm’, which is why it cannot be measured by ordinary reasoning," An Ran said crisply.

"Similar to Corpse Mountain Demon Country?"

"Yes!" An Ran, born from a great clan, obviously knew of this place.

She nodded, "There indeed are similarities between the two."

"Found it!" An Ran suddenly smiled, "It’s right here."

She stopped on a large rock, and Su Heng followed her, seeing An Ran had already closed her eyes, mumbling something. One hand was forming seals, while the other, fingers joined as if a sword, skimmed over the surface of the deep pool below.

After a moment, An Ran abruptly thrust her finger forward.

"Open!"

The once calm lake suddenly started boiling, producing a multitude of bubbles.

The surface of the water began to rotate, together with a tide-like sound expanding from the shore rocks, a massive whirlpool appeared before Su Heng.

This wasn’t all.

An Ran took a dagger from her waist, and cut open her wrist.

Bright red blood immediately spurted out, staining the water red, then turned into crimson gold.

This Dragon Blood in the pool remained distinct and didn’t disperse, eventually taking the form of a giant ink dragon swimming up and down in the water. Though its shape was blurred and abstract, its demeanor was vivid and lifelike, even exuding a genuine sense of Dragon Power.

"Roar!"

The crimson-golden dragon raised its head and let out a roar, rising to the sky.

The water exploded, but the whirlpool didn’t dissipate.

Instead, it emitted a strange red light, resembling the gateway to hell.

An Ran’s face was terribly pale, her slender body shaking slightly, as if a breeze could knock her over.

"How are you doing?" Su Heng handed her a medicinal pill.

"I’m fine!" An Ran swallowed the pill with a gulp, and some color returned to her cheeks, "This portal could vanish at any moment, we must act quickly." ?

An Ran grabbed Su Heng’s finger.

This was both to ensure her own safety and to entrust her life to Su Heng, giving him peace of mind that he would not be betrayed.

Su Heng, on the other hand, hadn’t thought that much about it, and grabbed An Ran’s slender arm in return.

Towards the whirlpool below the water’s surface, they took the leap forward.

Bang!

The water exploded into spray.

The two of them disappeared into the whirlpool, and after a moment, the pool returned to calm.

The cold wind blew, the leaves rustling as if nothing had happened here.

But after a while.

A horde of people, like bats, descended from the sky in the moonlight.

"Someone has been here!" An Yunian looked at the leftovers on the ground, the footprints by the pool, his expression turning ugly.

"That damn wretch!" he cursed involuntarily.

"At least we did not encounter them head-on, which is already quite fortunate," An Luoyi said, calmly comforting.

"Open the passage!" He ordered, and soon two elders were chanting beside the cold pool, and the water began to spin again.

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Then they used Dragon Blood to activate the mechanism.

The remaining descendants of the family could not match An Ran’s bloodline purity.

Two young disciples, pale-faced and tremulous, were pushed out from the crowd, their shoulders seized.

Ptui!

The blade fell, and the terrified heads of the two disciples rolled onto the ground.

Blood sprayed out, followed by another dragon soaring into the sky from within the pond, a vortex forming, and the gateway to the tomb successfully opened.

But An Luoyi and the others did not immediately jump down; instead, they turned to look at Gong Ming beside them.

"I have already told you the structure of the tomb," An Luoyi said coldly, "the rest is up to you."

"No problem," Gong Ming said with a slight smile.

He took out the ring forged from Buddha Bone and gently caressed it.

Amidst the chants, a bright yellow light enveloped everyone. Entering a secret realm from the mundane world was akin to random transportation, but with the ring in Gong Ming’s hand and its power, precise positioning could be achieved.

Even if they could not directly transport themselves into the main burial chamber.

They would be able to bypass a multitude of traps, save time, and as long as they could resurrect An Shelie first, with the ancestral power at their side, Su Heng and that traitor An Ran would not be a threat.

At this thought, An Luoyi’s face was filled with profound hatred.

Whoosh!

A blinding light burst before his eyes.

A sudden sense of weightlessness washed over them, and the entire An family, including Elder Gong Ming of the Demon Elephant Sect, vanished from the bank.

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"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

In a dark and cold stone tunnel, murky river water gurgled past.

Su Heng squatted on the bank, lightly patting An Ran’s cheek.

Her eyelashes, like little brushes, trembled lightly.

An Ran uttered a "yngying" and finally opened her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Su Heng asked with a gentle expression, "When you jumped down from up there just now, you passed out immediately."

"I’m fine," An Ran said with a start, her listless pupils suddenly becoming focused.

She rolled over and got up from the ground, her nose slightly wrinkled, carefully surveying the surroundings, "It seems we’ve successfully entered An Shelie’s tomb."

"If your method was right," Su Heng added.

"What should we do now?"

An Ran scratched her head, squatted down, and started drawing on the mud with her finger.

Glowing mushrooms grew on either side of this damp tunnel, their faint blue light reflecting on the girl’s earnest face.

An Ran first drew a line on the ground, dividing the space into two halves.

Then she drew boxes to represent the structures within the tomb.

"The Dragon King’s tomb is built in the form of a palace following the ’front court and rear sleeping chambers’ layout," An Ran pointed to the line in the middle, "In front of this line is the work area, with various mechanisms and traps. Behind this line is the royal tomb, where the Dragon King’s remains are buried."