A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 732: Chapter 410: Please Me, Mortals (Vote for Monthly Tickets)

“The Underground Palace, we’ve found it…”

Old Black Dog scrutinized the map, about to study it, when suddenly the map burst into flames: “The map!!”

“Impossible, why did this happen?”

Daoist Lin tried to take the map from Old Black Dog, but as soon as he touched it, it turned to ash, leaving him no chance to extinguish it: “This map is a treasure from the Underworld, nothing should be able to destroy it!”

“Snap!”

“Snap!”

“Snap!”

Slow and clear clapping sounds came from afar. The group had just looked up when, in the next moment, they found themselves in the middle of the palace’s outer square at the entrance.

At the same time, ranks of terracotta soldiers, like a dark flood, poured in from all sides.

“Huh!”

Their movements were synchronized. Thousands of cold spear tips pointed at the less than 20 tomb raiders remaining.

If they had been born in modern times, they would definitely have encountered such scenes in movies.

But this was the era of the Republic of China. There might have been gunfire and bullet rain, but even Li Zhen, the strongest among them, couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle at the sight of such a grand army.

‘It’s over.’

Surrounded by so many, no one could remain calm, especially the Yi family’s grandfather and grandson, who felt their hearts pounding wildly, the sound echoing in their ears.

Cold sweat broke out from their backs, and a chill ran from their tailbones straight to their foreheads.

Especially those pitch-black arrows. Being aimed at by so many sharp arrows was like having thousands of gun barrels pointed at you.

What you had to consider was not whether you would die, but rather, if even one gun went off by accident, you were done for.

Maybe they just wanted to scare you, but could you ensure that no accident would happen?

This was fear, because your life was in the hands of others.

“Tread, tread, tread.”

However, just when everyone thought they were going to die, all the terracotta soldiers opened up a path, and behind them, there was a pure white staircase leading to the palace’s high platform.

“Being able to come here, I suppose I should give you a little applause.”

This voice came suddenly, but since someone was speaking, it meant that things might not be beyond negotiation.

Up to now, they had encountered either zombies or mutated insects that had been altered. The owner of this voice might very well be the only being within the Underground Palace they could communicate with.

So, upon hearing the voice, everyone turned to look and saw a young man.

Silver-white short hair, dressed in traditional Eastern men’s Han clothing, his appearance leaned towards Easterners, but was slightly different, carrying a certain unique beauty.

The people of Yatun were a very peculiar nation. They were neither Western nor purely of any other race.

Like Bailuo, he looked like a mixed-blood of Chinese and foreign heritage, yet his features and presence weren’t completely overshadowed by the dominant foreign genes.

In terms of appearance, Bailuo seemed to embody the perfect blend of aesthetic standards common to both Europe and Asia.

Simply put, Easterners seeing Bailuo would focus on his Eastern features, while Westerners would pay special attention to their initial sensory impressions.

If people from both cultures were to speak, they might think that Bailuo was one of their own compatriots.

Compared to him, Inya and her sister Isefia were thoroughly pure European in descent, leaning more towards the British.

“Westerners?”

However, Li Zhen noticed the young woman beside Bailuo; he stared at Miya, completely stunned: ‘Why would there be Westerners here?’

If Bailuo’s difference was just the color of his hair, then Miya, she looked like she was playing the part of a foreign invader!

“Could it be that someone else has entered before us?”

“Swoosh!”

Before Li Zhen could ponder any further, thousands of terracotta soldiers knelt down in unison upon Bailuo’s arrival, paying their respects to him.

“This–!”

Li Zhen was stunned; he couldn’t fathom why the terracotta soldiers would submit to the young man before him.

Such an attitude was definitely not that of an outsider.

Yet, the feeling Bailuo gave Li Zhen was certain—the other party did not have the so-called aura of death about him, and there was even a significant vibration of vitality.

This man could not possibly be a dead corpse buried here; he was alive!

“You must be unable to discern, right?”

“She said, this body is indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person,” Bailuo said, “It’s interesting, though. I did not expect the dead could come back to life; it’s been quite eye-opening.”

“Pity, you took the wrong path. If you had turned left just now, it actually would have been the right way.”

Bailuo walked down from the high platform step by step, each landing resonating like a heavy hammer striking at everyone’s hearts.

“Gurgle.”

Despite the absence of any special energy surging around Bailuo, his aura was simply indescribable in words.

“No, it’s not the same; he’s different from us.”

The voice of the Yi Family’s herbalist trembled as the old man tightly gripped his wrist, “The hierarchy of life, our life hierarchy is too far beneath his!”

The old herbalist had encountered a being similar to Bailuo before, an Evil God from the Barbaric Wilderness.

When the Evil God descended, the old herbalist had felt just like now.

No, more than that.

Bailuo was far more terrifying and much stronger than that Evil God!

“It seems you are quite afraid of me, I think you must have felt something.”

Bailuo tapped his hands lightly and stopped walking, sitting directly on the steps, then looked down from on high, “I must say, this body really isn’t very convenient. If it were…”

“Forget it, there’s no need to tell you all this.”

“But I do appreciate you, indeed.”

“As mortals, to have walked all the way down here from above, though it was with that guy’s map, achieving it is still an achievement. I don’t deny the notion that results define the hero.”

Seeing that the crowd remained silent, simply staring at him dumbfounded, Bailuo clapped his hands and said, “Alright, let me give you a brief overview of the current situation.”

“You want to break the source, so you ventured into the tomb, exploring this Underground Palace.”

“Nevertheless, the master of the Underground Palace, for some reasons, has transferred the right to decide matters here to me.”

As Bailuo said this, he glanced at the Corpse Bride and Fengdu within the space of consciousness; both bowed their heads in admission.

They had no choice but to concede. Mu Yunji and Ying Muyao were watching them, after all.

Due to their mistake that offended Bailuo, handing over the decision of the outcome of the battle of miracles to Bailuo was completely reasonable.

In any case, it was just an insignificant material plane; if not for the couple’s quarrel, neither would have cared for such a petty benefit.

In plain terms, this world was like a dish carelessly tossed aside during a spat between the two.

Unbroken, it did not matter much; broken, it would still be regrettable.

“I won’t go into too much detail.”

“I’ll just tell you one thing,” Bailuo narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke indifferently, “If you cannot please me, I will destroy the heavens and the earth, turning this world into nothingness!”