Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1948 – Draw a Face

Lu Yun still stood on the golden bridge. He was very far away from the main body of the burial mound. He’d set foot into a special space earlier, thus enabling him to soundlessly close the gap. He needed to cross the rest on foot.

Flight was forbidden over the bridge, a prohibition that extended to even grand supremes such as Cen Sui and Aoxue. They had to pad forward on foot as well. A most uncanny detail was that there was no one else on the bridge apart from them. There wasn’t even sound from any other source.

The place should’ve thronged with cultivators seeking their fortune among the myriad of opportunities in the newly opened tomb, to say nothing of the chance to become an empyrean supreme. But up to this point, they’d yet to see anyone who’d entered the tomb.

Not a single one.

A peculiar loneliness grew out of Lu Yun’s heart and enveloped his being. The same occurred to Aoxue and Cen Sui next to him. The strange feeling turned their faces ghastly pale, like they were the walking dead.

An even more eerie thing happened next—both of them disappeared!

Lu Yun could sense through the Tome of Life and Death that Aoxue was still next to him, but his eyes and consciousness could find no sign of her. Cen Sui was completely gone without a trace.

The young man’s footsteps halted. So did Aoxue.

“Master, what’s going on?” Aoxue’s voice rang in his head. “Is this the layout of a yin and yang tomb?”

“No,” Lu Yun shook his head. “This is the effect of spatial laws. We should enter the tomb of the empyrean supreme as quickly as possible. Let’s reconvene inside.”

“Understood.” Aoxue nodded and vanished with her voice.

There ought to be danger lurking on the bridge, but Lu Yun wasn’t worried about her. She could resurrect from the Tome of Life and Death if she died. As long as one of them made it through, the other could instantly join them inside the tomb.

“This bridge…” Lu Yun’s eyes suddenly went wide. “The Path of Ingress?!”

The Path of Ingress!

That was a treasure in Nephrite Major in the world of immortals of old, one that suppressed all formations and could pierce through all barriers in tombs. It’d formed out of one of God’s boxing combat arts after he traveled from the great wilderness.

Lu Yun had only thought that the golden bridge beneath his feet was weirdly familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he’d seen it before. It wasn’t until now that he suddenly thought of the Path of Ingress.

This bridge wasn’t from God’s hand, but his combat art was definitely derived from using this golden bridge as a blueprint. God had been a peak grand supreme in his prime, perhaps even an empyrean supreme. A treasure that he would use as a blueprint for his own combat art was far from ordinary.

Lu Yun was suddenly sorely tempted. He didn’t want to take the bridge—he just wanted to imitate God and use it as a foundation to supplement his hell dao combat arts!

The young man paused and peered at the bridge beneath his feet. It was made out of golden stone bricks and seemed the same as an ordinary bridge. It was almost impossible for him to sense it.

“Wait… no…” He went slack jawed. “This bridge is refined from a corpse!”

Lu Yun stooped and pressed his hand against the bridge. The Tome of Life and Death stirred within his consciousness and released the power of reincarnation. It was his first time using this strength and it was a mighty force superior to peak grand supreme. It was more sophisticated than anything that could be found in the current chief worlds.

Hummm.

Golden air currents rose from the bridge and surrounded Lu Yun. It felt like he sank into marvelous space.

When his eyes cleared, a limber man dressed in golden robes and a golden crown on his head stood with his back to Lu Yun.

“The… primordial heavenly emperor?” Lu Yun said subconsciously when he saw the man.

“Correct,” the emperor turned around to face him.

Lu Yun’s mind almost spontaneously burst from the sight. He hastily backed up as he nearly gagged at a smooth face devoid of any features.

An overwhelming desire exploded out of his heart. He should… bring out the Three Brushes of Reincarnation and combine them into one. …I want to draw a face for the primordial heavenly emperor.

He had no idea why he wanted to do so, but here the emperor was. As startling as it was, it made sense since this was his burial mound.

Lu Yun kept a firm grip on the strange desire raging in his heart and took a deep breath.

“You’re not the one buried in the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, are you?” his voice shook slightly, and not from agitation. The desire was too strong to contain and Lu Yun trembled from the force of his effort.

“No.” The emperor’s voice was a bit wooden and dry, as if he’d fallen out of the habit of talking.

Lu Yun relaxed when he heard the response. Everything was fine and dandy so long as the emperor wasn’t buried in the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers layout.

“This golden bridge is refined from my body.”

Boom!

Lu Yun’s mind wavered and a black air current roared out of his body. Hellfire blazed to life and furiously suppressed the maddened thoughts in his mind.

“What are you keeping under control?” Curiosity filtered through the emperor’s stiff voice. “Why are you suppressing your true nature?”

“Heh heh heh heh heh!!” Lu Yun started cackling. He manifested the three brushes with a flip of his hand.

It was the emperor’s turn to tremble and take a few steps back.

“Alright then, I guess I won’t suppress myself any further.”

Humm!

An intangible reverberation shot out of the Tome of Life and Death as the power of reincarnation forced the three brushes into one. It was now a brush of bronze with its tip like a sword, also forged out of bronze.

Lu Yun advanced on the emperor while wielding the brush like a weapon.

“I want to draw a face for you.” He stretched his lips in an unnatural smile—like a ghost’s. He seemed to have swapped places with the emperor. He was the frightening unknown existence and the primordial heavenly emperor couldn’t offer any resistance.

Draw a face. Draw a face. Lu Yun was going to draw a face for the emperor.