mtl008 Chapter 1378
Chapter 1378
Long Mingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed three times as his gaze swept over the women and children huddled together behind him. The youngest child, barely over ten years old, was clutching his clothes, his little face streaked with tears.
The broken sword in his chest was still bleeding, and every breath he took was excruciatingly painful. The Li family had escaped, but those two cultivators at the Other Shore Realm were still lurking in the distance. Who knew which wolves would arrive next?
“Okay.” He finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded. “I’ll take you there, but you have to promise to protect them.”
"Furthermore, I must remind you that the Long family's secret treasure was left behind by Wu Zu, and even I have never opened it."
Qin He withdrew the demonic energy from his fingertips and nodded lightly: "You just need to activate it, and I'll take care of the rest."
But the subsequent process of unlocking the Long family's secret treasure truly surprised Qin He.
If you try to find it yourself, it will cause a lot of trouble.
The Long family's secret treasure was hidden in a more insidious way than anyone imagined. It wasn't in a storeroom or a secluded chamber, but rather in a spatial rift deep within the ancestral hall, which Long Qingyun had personally modified.
This crack was originally a remnant left by a law upheaval a hundred years ago. After he discovered it, he spent ten years polishing it with his Saint Realm essence, transforming it into a treasure trove.
The ancient vines and cyan-gold patterns on the beams and pillars of the ancestral hall are all a facade. What appears to be a "clan-suppressing array" that activates the earth's veins is actually a disguise to conceal spatial fluctuations.
The true entrance is hidden behind the shrine where ancestral tablets are enshrined. The entrance to the crack is covered by an invisible membrane of laws, on which flow the sacred patterns left by Long Qingyun.
That was a killing formation he had set up with his own essence. As long as it sensed that the intruder was not of the Dragon Clan bloodline or was activated incorrectly, it would trigger spatial turbulence, turning the intruder into a blood mist. Below the Saint level, there was absolutely no chance of survival.
"This is no ordinary restriction."
Long Mingyuan squatted down, not daring to touch the shrine with his fingers, his voice filled with obvious fear, "It is a spatial rift that our ancestors modified with the essence of the Holy Realm. The array outside is just an illusion."
His innate laws are contained within the crack; not only is it impossible to break through, but only he knows how to open it. The slightest mistake, and we'll all be torn to shreds by the spatial turbulence.
Qin He directly projected the scene behind the shrine and the fluctuations of that invisible membrane into the banner—this crack was created by Long Qingyun, and only he could break it.
Long Qingyun's soul slammed into the banner wall inside the banner, but the force of the impact suddenly weakened when he saw the thin membrane of laws.
That was the work he had painstakingly created over ten years. The depths of the rift contained three deadly moves: first, spatial turbulence cutting; second, the Holy Realm Thunder and Fire Law he left behind; and finally, the Soul-Trapping Restriction. Even if one managed to pass the first two trials, their soul would be extracted and turned into a puppet.
He had stood before the shrine countless times, looking at the "safe" he had built with his own hands, thinking it could protect the dragon family for a thousand years, but now he had to teach others how to open it.
“Three inches below the third stone slab, there is a groove.” His voice came from inside the banner, carrying an undisguised weariness. “Drip Long Mingyuan’s fingertip blood into it, and then recite ‘Blessed by our ancestors, open the treasures of our clan’—do not touch the spirit crystals on the edge, those are the catalysts for the laws of thunder and fire.”
Qin He relayed the message to Long Mingyuan.
The old clansman hesitated for a moment, wondering how Qin He knew these things.
But he still bit his fingertip, and drops of bright red blood dripped into the cracks of the stone slabs. When the secret incantation was recited, the entire ancestral hall suddenly trembled.
The cyan-gold array patterns spread along the floor tiles, and the spirit crystals that were originally embedded in the gaps lit up, turning into streams of light that drilled into the stone slabs.
The third stone slab slowly flipped over, revealing a bottomless black hole from which a faint sandalwood fragrance wafted, mixed with a heavy spiritual energy that rushed towards you.
Qin He lit a tinderbox and threw it in. The firelight illuminated the scene below—a secret chamber more than ten feet square, with its walls inlaid with luminous pearls, making the room as bright as day.
The shelves were filled with all sorts of magical treasures. A long sword hung in mid-air and spun around, its spiritual patterns pulsating with spiritual energy. A jade bottle contained solidified pills, and the fragrance of the medicine wafted out, which actually made Long Mingyuan's chest injury feel a little better.
The most eye-catching thing is the jade platform in the center of the secret room, on which sits a bronze box. The box is carved with intricate dragon patterns, and two rubies the size of pigeon eggs are inlaid in the dragon's eyes, with the power of laws faintly flowing within them.