A mountain called Tianyue Mountain lies one hundred li outside the imperial city of the Dragon-riding Kingdom.
It is rumored that there is a dragon vein buried under Mount Tianyue, which is an excellent place of good fortune. Burial here can ensure the prosperity and prosperity of future descendants. In the early days, when Emperor Taizu launched southern campaigns and northern expeditions, fighting all over the land, at the very moment when his strength was exhausted, he designated this mountain as the royal mausoleum. Since then, members of the royal family of every generation in the Dragon-riding Kingdom have been buried here.
Apart from the generations of royal members of the Dragon-riding Kingdom, it is also said that there are extremely precious grave goods buried in Mount Tianyue, such as the Tianlong Codex, which accompanied Emperor Taizu in his southern and northern campaigns and terrified all eight directions, and the Imperial Sword, which once swept across all eight regions.
The truth of this matter is unknown to outsiders.
There is a stone stairway leading straight to the top of Mount Tianyue, with stone tablets standing on both sides between them. At the top of the mountain, there is a stone tablet reaching straight into the sky, inscribed with words such as "Terrace of the Founding Emperor," etc., in golden characters. In the faintness, there is an air of horror emanating from all around.
"That must be the royal mausoleum. How can we approach it when everything is empty? And even if you look around, you see only tombs. How will you get in?"
In a forested area below Mount Tianyue, Ningxin pressed the hilt of her sword with her right hand and looked afar at the distant royal mausoleum, her expression fraught with a bit of vigilance. She could sense that there were many presences nearby. If she guessed correctly, they should be the Net Experts as Chen Mo mentioned.
Those fellows are highly alert and specialize in surveillance. As soon as they approach, they will definitely be noticed by the Net Experts.
Chen Mo followed Ningxin on one side, closing his eyes slightly and smiling, "Wait a bit longer. It should be about the right time now."
Ningxin raised an eyebrow, looking at Chen Mo with some confusion, while Li Yueyue beside her similarly gazed at him with a curious expression.
Indeed, about ten minutes later, a few black figures appeared on the top of the royal mausoleum, and then several figures suddenly appeared among the stone tablets around them. Those people were whispering to each other, seemingly plotting something.
Then, the group agreed to leave this place together.
Chen Mo's eyes snapped open, "The time is right, there's not much left. From now on, I'll leave it to the two of you."
As soon as the words fell, Ningxin and Li Yueyue both nodded and disappeared from the spot, while Chen Mo kicked with his feet, and his figure transformed like lightning, appearing at the foot of the mountain in just a few breaths.
The spiders on both sides all retreated. If his guess was right, they were exchanging tasks. New spider members would soon take over here. Chen Mo had little time, so he had to enter the royal mausoleum before the new spider members arrived, while Ningxin and Li Yueyue were meant to stall him for time.
Chen Mo rushed all the way to the top of the mountain. The towering stone tablet stood majestically in the sky, and an indistinct spiritual pressure emanated from its center, bringing a sense of agitation and oppression.
Chen Mo did not hesitate, pressing his palm on the stone tablet, his qi and blood surging from his Dan Field, converging into his palm. With a single blow, the thin spiritual membrane covering the tablet shattered, and his figure vanished from the spot. Soon after, the spiritual membrane on the tablet returned to its original state.
The dark passage lit up with lines of oil lamps, the long corridor stretching upwards as if leading straight to hell. Chen Mo watched the steps descending into the depths with caution. The deepest part of the passage was where the Founding Emperor's mausoleum lay, brimming with traps. Without some skill at hand, one might die before even entering the mausoleum.
However, for Chen Mo, who was already familiar with the internal mechanisms of the mausoleum, this journey was relatively peaceful. He only needed to slightly use his qi and blood, and the narrow passage was easily passed through, leading directly to the underground plaza.
The square in the mausoleum was very spacious, allowing for thousands of people to stand in one gaze. The top was hemispherical, about ten zhang away from the ground. In the center stood four sarcophagi, each containing a mummy dressed in various armors. As Chen Mo entered, the lids of the sarcophagi were lifted, and the mummies stood up from within them. A burst of red light erupted, and beams of gaze fell on him.
The four mummies were the able-bodied generals who accompanied the Founding Emperor in his southern and northern campaigns. After their deaths, they were buried in the same mausoleum as the Emperor, protecting the mausoleum's integrity.
Chen Mo, as an outsider with no imperial blood, was met with hostility from the four mummies as soon as he entered the mausoleum. They emerged from their sarcophagi, eyes blazing with malice.
"This is the mausoleum of the Founding Emperor; only those of royal blood may enter... Either leave or die."
The mummy in the red armor, holding a large sword, slightly moved its mouth and let out a hoarse and profound voice.
Chen Mo was neither hurried nor anxious. He made a bow with both hands and respectfully said, "Four elders, I came here to find someone. Emperor Long Fei Wu of the current dynasty. Please tell her that it is Chen Mo who is looking for her."
The four mummies are all guardians of the mausoleum, with exceptional strength. Chen Mo's intention was to avoid fighting if possible, as preserving his strength was more important than anything. Beyond these four mummies, there is a wide imperial sword inserted into the doorway.
In order to pass through, they will have to go through another trial. The imperial sword was the sword of the Founding Emperor and is very attached to bloodline. If not of royal blood, one cannot withdraw it. If it cannot be withdrawn, the gate will not be open.
If forced to enter, it would attract a spiritual force left by the Founding Emperor. This spiritual force is so terrifying that even a second-grade expert is afraid of it. If it wasn't for this, the team of Miaotianan and others would have already entered and pulled out Emperor Long Fei Wu hidden inside the mausoleum.
The difficulties ahead are numerous, and Chen Mo does not want to waste his Qi and blood on the four mummies. If he can solve the problem with just a few words, that would be the best.
But, he still overestimated the intelligence of these dead people. As soon as his words fell, the four mummies did not relax their combat stance. The leader in red armor repeated what he just said, warning Chen Mo seriously.
Then, the black armor behind the red armor, the purple armor, and the white armor clenched their weapons tightly in their hands, ready to strike. It seemed that as soon as Chen Mo refused to wake up, they would act instantly and capture him.
Chen Mo was helpless, took a deep sigh, and said, "If the four elders cannot understand human words, then the young man is also somewhat skilled in martial arts..."
Chen Mo was a polite person. Before attacking the elders, he would say something first, and then as soon as he started talking, he attacked. His figure turned into a flash of lightning, before the four mummies could react, he had already rushed into their midst.
Qi and blood surged continuously from Chen Mo's Dan Field, and the strength of his sinews and bones gathered into his fists and legs. Seeing this, the red armor immediately swung his great sword fiercely towards Chen Mo, but Chen Mo kicked first, landing on the sword blade before it could reach him. The terrifying force sent him flying back tens of meters, crashing into the adjacent wall.
As soon as the fight started, the remaining three mummies couldn't just sit idly by, tightly gripping their weapons and charging towards Chen Mo.
Chen Mo slightly bent his legs, preparing to strike, but didn't forget to clear his throat. Facing the distant gate, he loudly said, "Ao Tian brother, do you remember Chen Mo from the small yard outside the city...?"
