Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1959 – Lu Yun’s Tomb

“…Miao.” Lu Yun’s voice was slightly dry as incredulity filled his eyes.

The genius was twisted in a weird position on the tombstone. Three swords nailed him through the forehead, chest, and dantian. His eyes were wide open and stark fear in them yet to fade away. Scarlet blood flowed down his body and seeped into the tombstone to be absorbed.

The pretty doll of a little girl had sagged in front of the tombstone and was crying her heart out. She hadn’t noticed Lu Yun’s arrival, or perhaps she didn’t care. All she wanted to do now was to cry and cry and cry so she could express her grief.

Lu Yun took a clear look at the tombstone when he drew closer to it. His scalp went numb when he read it more carefully.

Miao’s Tomb.

The two words were etched into the tombstone with fresh blood. They had formed with the tombstone and weren’t a later addition. That meant the tomb had been built with Miao’s name on it!

Someone had created it just for him!

It never occurred to Lu Yun that this heaven-defying genius of humble stature in the chief worlds would die here, just like this!

“You’d probably still be alive if you traveled with me,” he sighed despite himself. The little girl continued to cry and paid no attention to the newcomer.

Lu Yun’s expression abruptly shifted and he struck, slamming the side of his palm into the back of the little girl’s neck. She immediately crumpled to the ground.

He’d caught sight of another tombstone next to Miao’s. Chu Xun’s Tomb.

According to his calculations, Chu Sun was the little girl. If her tomb was also here, that meant she would be nailed to its tombstone in the near future. He could even sense that her vitality was beginning to fade away—she was so sorrowful that it was hurting her core essence.

The most terrifying thing inside a burial mound wasn’t the burial mound itself, but the demonic creatures born within it. Plainly, some awful creature was targeting these two heaven-defying geniuses with the layout of the tombstones.

Lu Yun wasn’t someone who liked to stick his nose where it didn’t belong, even if it was something having to do with the land of darkness and chief worlds. When his personal safety was threatened, his next course of action would be to turn on his heel and leave without second thought, instead of fighting it out.

But for some reason, he was reminded of Jian Bu’er and the Demonic Vine when he saw Chu Xun. The Demonic Vine would probably cry in the same way if Jian Bu’er died.

Unbidden, he picked up Chu Xun and continued forward.

“Busybody,” rasped a hoarse voice. A burry humanoid form strode out of the scarlet void and stared fixedly at Lu Yun with stark-white eyes.

“Piss off,” Lu Yun sneered at the ghost. “You’re just a watchdog. Get your master out here.” He released the power of the Tome of Life and Death in a flourish.

It was the purest power of reincarnation. Only a trace of it appeared since it lacked hell as a medium, but just a nearly intangible wisp of reincarnation was the most frightening thing in the world to this ghost.

Ghosts weren’t ghost cultivators in that they neither cultivated ghost dao nor were protected by it. That was precisely what made them more terrifying than ghost cultivators. If a cultivator faced a ghost of the same cultivation level, there was no other possible outcome for the former other than to become the ghost’s plaything.

But without the protection of a great dao, ghosts were helpless when they encountered hell or reincarnation. Just a tiny hint of either was sufficient to kill them.

Burial mounds bred ghosts… yet that was the last thing that Lu Yun was afraid of. He could even obliterate a peak grand supreme ghost if it appeared in front of him right this very second.

However, reincarnation was a difficult power to control and he didn’t want to reveal it to the chief worlds. It was only because this ghost was on par with a grand supreme that he utilized this trump card.

The would-be ambusher had frozen out of fear and cracks ran through its ghostly form. It’d almost been scared to death!

Lu Yun vanished into the void with Chu Xun dangling from his hand. It took a long moment before the ghost recovered its mobility.

“Reincarnation… That was the power of reincarnation that disappeared long ago. It’s here again! I must tell master this!” it murmured.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Gusts of red wind suddenly blew into existence. A figure in red, seemingly made out of wind, walked out of the bright red gale.

“You, you, aren’t you sealed at the entrance of the burial mound? What are you doing here??” the ghost shrieked when it saw the figure.

As a fellow spirit entity born of the burial mound, it was naturally aware of this fellow’s existence. This was the most terrifying entity in the empyrean supreme’s burial mound! Not even powerful grand supremes wished to run afoul of it.

It’d been sealed at the entrance of the burial mound, held to the same fixed spot. How had it broken free and made its way inside??

“I’m rather hungry after just breaking out of the seal. Some ghosts will do…” The person chuckled and extended his jaw, swallowing the grand supreme ghost with one gulp. He then turned his sights to Miao nailed to the tombstone.

Miao was long dead and his body being sacrificed to someone. Lu Yun had no intentions of resurrecting him—the two weren’t close and he wouldn’t be reviving the original Miao in any case.

“More scum from the darkness. Are they trying to end the bloodline of the chief worlds?” He shook his head. “But what do the chief worlds have to do with me? One of them killed me back in the day and sealed me here, just because I wasn’t willing to be a tomb keeper.”

He gently beckoned Miao’s body to him, then destroyed Miao and Chu Xun’s tombstones with a casual blow. The red wind dispersed as he entered Miao’s body, occupying the body with incredible potential.

“So his name is Miao and he is the last disciple of the Vacant Peak Grand Supreme. The peak grand supreme already put his name down for the fifth peak grand supreme of the chief worlds in the future.” The person paused after reading the memories left in the body. “The mighty chief worlds… only has four peak grand supremes left?”

He sighed despite himself. “Although the chief worlds have not been kind to me, they are still my home.”

He vanished in the air after a moment of contemplation.

Rumble.

The void began to tremble after he left and a tombstone even grander than the last two rose from the ground. Three words were etched on it.

Lu Yun’s Tomb.