TRYMBPIETM 143: When I went in the Past (25)

The young man in the red robe was enraged, completely ignoring the two troublesome individuals in the tomb chamber besides Chi Qingzhou. He directly bypassed the faded large formation and attacked Chi Qingzhou with all his might.

Xing Shuangzhan swiftly dodged, blocking him without hesitation.

The dense, almost solidified ghostly aura, interwoven with the magical power formed by incense offerings, combined with Chi Qingzhou’s ghostly energy, caused the entire tomb to spiral into chaos.

The tomb chamber suddenly shook, and dirt began to fall from the dome. The night pearls, which served as the celestial array’s stars, flickered a few times, many of them extinguished from the impact.

The coffin, bound by chains, shook violently, and the sound of hurried knocking came again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The young man in the red robe glared at Xing Shuangzhan with hatred, his voice hoarse as he shouted, “Get out of the way!”

Xing Shuangzhan sneered but didn’t move a step.

He could clearly feel his own rising frustration, but the ghost deity’s mark had been weakened. Apart from irritation, it didn’t cause him much harm.

The young man in the red robe grew even more infuriated, attempting to sidestep Xing Shuangzhan, but the death energy focused on his shoulder made him stagger back several steps.

His attention was finally diverted to Xing Shuangzhan, temporarily abandoning his assault on Chi Qingzhou, and they began to fight.

Xing Shuangzhan hadn’t fully recovered his strength, which, while allowing him to avoid most of the effects, kept him from returning to his peak form.

The red-robed youth, being a god, could naturally fight evenly with Xing Shuangzhan in this situation.

Cheng Shang watched from a distance, anxious, but he couldn’t intervene. He could only try to disrupt the red-robed youth’s line of sight.

Unfortunately, both he and the ghost deity practiced Star Divination, and in this regard, the god had a clear advantage.

Cheng Shang, anxious, frequently turned to look at Chi Qingzhou, fearing that his friend might be affected and meet with an accident.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

A strange, eerie power began to emanate from Chi Qingzhou.

It wasn’t the magical power of a cultivator, nor the ghostly energy of a spirit, nor even the corpse energy of the Danlin clan’s undead.

It was a more primal, ancient aura, filled with an indescribable chaos. The intense ferocity seemed to pierce through his body, surging from his soul, and quickly filled the entire tomb.

The red-robed youth, engaged with Xing Shuangzhan, froze. His body staggered, and he quickly withdrew from the struggle, retreating with all his might.

“Chi Qingzhou, have you lost your mind?!”

He trembled all over, staring at Chi Qingzhou with wide eyes, his voice hoarse and his tone unconsciously rising.

“I am a Dragon Vein! I am a Dragon Vein now! You can’t hurt me!!”

Chi Qingzhou finally turned his head.

He grinned widely, laughing joyfully.

“hee.”

The red-robed youth’s face suddenly went ashen.

At some point, Chi Qingzhou’s pupils had been covered in blood, his eyes dyed in vivid red, and his ferocity emanated from them. His originally ethereal appearance was now tinged with an almost demonic allure.

From his chest to his cheek, the Zhulong totem seemed to come alive, twisting its body and slowly moving along his form.

He licked the corner of his mouth and stepped out of the formation’s eye, a strange look of intoxication spreading across his face, his eyes filled with longing.

“My new friend, you smell really good.”

The red-robed youth’s lips moved, his scalp tingling.

Chi Qingzhou’s current appearance reminded him of what had happened during Qu Feng’s death.

Had Chi Qingzhou lost control?

But he hadn’t even had the chance to act yet!

He hadn’t poured any emotions into Chi Qingzhou, nor polluted him with anything messy. How could Chi Qingzhou suddenly lose control?!

How could this happen? How could this happen?!

The aura around Chi Qingzhou was terrifying.

Even the ghost deity, at this moment, didn’t want to face the out-of-control Chi Qingzhou.

The idea of perishing together with Chi Qingzhou quickly faded. The red-robed youth knew that Chi Qingzhou’s strength had now far surpassed his own, and he immediately thought of retreating.

His mind raced, he feigned an attack to dodge the death energy Xing Shuangzhan launched at him and quickly turned to flee outside the tomb.

At this moment, he was deeply thankful for his earlier impatience.

If he hadn’t broken the stone door so roughly out of frustration, he might not even be able to escape now!

The red-robed youth’s body began to fade as he rushed toward the outer tomb chamber, his mind full of confusion.

Chi Qingzhou’s fate was indeed very special. He had never encountered anything like it in over a thousand years of existence, but could such a special fate alone account for Chi Qingzhou’s current power?

Moreover… Chi Qingzhou didn’t seem human at all right now.

What exactly was going on?

The red-robed youth’s heart raced as he felt something was amiss, and he quickened his pace.

Just as he was about to leave the main tomb chamber and enter the corridor, he hadn’t had time to relax when shadows in front of him began to stir.

Faint mold stains grew on the stone walls of the tomb and corridor, resembling eyes without eyelids, all staring at the red-robed youth.

Thin tendrils moved across the dome and floor, weaving a dense web that seemed ready to trap him.

He couldn’t help but lose focus for a moment, and the next instant, the mold stains on the stone walls gradually turned red, as if they were gemstone-like in color, and some even blinked twice.

The red-robed youth halted.

He stared at the eyes on the wall, fear rising from deep within his chest, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Such a strange aura.

It didn’t resemble anything from this era.

Had he encountered such an aura before?

The shadows before him began to shift, and a figure quickly emerged from the corner, its red eyes opening.

It had the exact same face as Chi Qingzhou, grinning broadly, with an expression of joy and excitement.

Chi Qingzhou’s voice came from behind, soft and gentle, with a slightly coquettish tone.

“Su Ge, I’m so hungry. But there doesn’t seem to be much to eat here. The food infused with the Dragon Vein can’t be touched for now.”

A very clear statement.

To say such a thing meant that Chi Qingzhou hadn’t lost his rationality at all.

So, had he been tricked?

The red-robed youth raised his eyes, looking at the shadow before him.

The shadow winked at him and spoke playfully, “Oh, new friend, don’t look at me like that. Although you do smell really good, you still can’t be eaten right now.”

He sighed deeply, his gaze filled with reproach and complaint.

“Why did you have to merge with the Dragon Vein? That was such a bad choice.”

The red-robed youth: “…”

He clenched his fist, a brief dizziness clouding his mind.

“Chi Qingzhou,” a dry voice rasped from his throat, trembling gradually stopping, though fear only intensified, “Why didn’t you lose control? How is it that you didn’t lose control?”

Chi Qingzhou’s voice came softly from behind, laughing lowly.

“Guess?”

The shadow in front of him tilted its head.

“Hee.”

The red-robed youth shivered.

He finally realized: “You didn’t come here to purify your bloodline!”