Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1761: Future Tomb

All of the outsiders in the yang tomb and secondary worlds were cowed after recent events. Brazenly enslaving and refining secondary world inhabitants just one second ago, the Corpse Refiners and many other factions immediately ceased their actions and withdrew back to the yang tomb.

Nearly ten thousand eighteenth level and higher sequence experts had projected their wills into the land through the dao palaces of various supremes. But when they entered the yin tomb, Lu Yun killed them all!

And not just the projections, but the primary bodies as well!

Apart from a very select few who possessed Lifeline Talismans, all of them were dead without leaving a single trace behind. This thoroughly overawed the outsiders who’d viewed him as a thief and a native of the Land of Reincarnation.

They’d thought that they would be able to charge straight to the primary worlds when Qing Buyi left and seize the world of sequence, then pillage their way through the land and excavate its secrets.

Instead, Lu Yun had bashed them across the head and proclaimed in ringing tones that this land wasn’t a place where they could do as they wished. No one would be able to stop him if he decided to rush out of the yin tomb and kill everything in sight. Even the Corpse Refiners feared him since he’d taken their twentieth level sequence zombie and confined it in an unknown location.

An even more appalling event took place next—the yang tomb collapsed and all of its layouts extinguished. They returned to their origin as an assembly of Ruina, which was then retrieved by someone unknown.

All of the outsiders within Ruina were unceremoniously thrown out. This thoroughly quelled the secondary worlds and everyone shivered with fear, immensely afraid that Lu Yun would come for them next. Those who’d sworn to kill him and reclaim the world of sequence were as quiet as mice.

In the outside realm, a dozen supremes beyond sequence seethed with rage. It’d been their disciples that’d been cursed to death—all of the more promising ones too. Their mediocre disciples wouldn’t have been entrusted with this mission.

Thirteen supremes issued a joint edict that whoever could kill Lu Yun of the Land of Reincarnation after six hundred years would receive a personal dao palace and aid to ascend beyond sequence.

The worlds of the outside realm erupted in an uproar when word of this got out. Countless cultivators champed at the bit, ready to enter the land after six hundred years to claim Lu Yun’s head.

……

The world of sequence had lost its original radiance and completely dimmed. The other three hell tombs were elsewhere in the outside realm. If Lu Yun wanted to enter them, he needed to do so through the world of sequence.

They differed from the Abyssal Tomb in the sense that they were strictly forbidden areas. No one was allowed in, on pain of death from numerous heavyweights standing guard. Not even the Corpse Refiners dared have designs on those tombs.

“Shall I go to the outside realm then?” Lu Yun murmured to himself as he looked upon the world of sequence.

The world of sequence was formed by the joint efforts of the four tombs. Each of them was connected to the world, making the latter a passageway that connected all four tombs to each other.

The other three tombs were likewise split into yin and yang tombs and also derived from Ruina and Hell. Ruina gave rise to the yang tomb and while hell was the blueprint for the yin tomb…

There’d also been cultivators waiting in the yang tombs of the other three, waiting to charge into the world of sequence and claim it when the world barrier broke. They left after Lu Yun took the core essence since there was no longer any point to staying there.

……

The Demonic Vine was still fast asleep. No longer in the form of a little girl, she appeared to be a vine of black jade that was one meter long and wrapped around Jian Bu’er. She was metamorphosing.

Having already accessed fifteen levels of sequence in her dreams, she would awaken once she accessed eighteen. The secondary worlds of collapsing order was the best place for her to cultivate, which was why Lu Yun hadn’t wanted to send her back.

Neither did he come face to face with his master. Instead, he sent Lu Qingtian to Earth. Meeting his master now would be a disaster for both of them—Lu Qingtian was just a mortal at the moment.

“The layout here is changing.” Lu Yun frowned after he took a look at the gray world of sequence. “It’s turning into a tomb to replace the Abyssal Tomb.”

Baffled, Chu Xingran and Jian Bu’er looked wordlessly at each other.

“Since it’s a tomb, it’s meant to bury someone. I wonder who?” Lu Yun wondered bemusedly.

Establishing a layout of burial didn’t mean completing a tomb. Only when the dead were buried and resonated with the layout did it become a full tomb. But a tomb had already formed even though there were no dead here.

“A future tomb?” Lu Yun blinked.

“Future tomb? What in the heavens is that?” Chu Xingran raised a brow when he heard Lu Yun’s identification.

“A future tomb is one without an owner at the moment, but will have one in the future. It has to do with destiny and tombs—they’ve infused this locale so it’s become a tomb ahead of time.”

A future tomb buried someone who would come here in the future. They may not be dead at the moment or be physically present, but they would be in the future due to guidance from time and destiny.

Lu Yun frowned fiercely. “The powerhouses of the outside realm are incredible, they can even set up tombs like these! They did so before the world of sequence matured!”

Chu Xingran and Jian Bu’er looked at each other, reading incomprehension in each other’s eyes. They didn’t understand what Lu Yun was talking about. Destiny was an inordinately complicated dao to begin with—Ah Zhi was the only one who cultivated it in the Land of Reincarnation. Time was even more complicated and implicated a series of consequences.

Their complexity doubled when combined. Even though Chu Xingran and Jian Bu’er were great masters of their art, they floundered around helplessly when faced with time and fate.

“If you don’t leave soon, the tomb will bury you three,” a voice sounded in their ears.

“Who goes there?!” Chu Xingran’s eyes widened with alarm and he released poison curses from his body.

“You?? What are you doing here?” Lu Yun started when he heard the voice and looked at a certain point in the sky.

A man in green robes stood there, holding a painting scroll in his hands and looking down at the trio. Lu Yun was very familiar with him and had much to do with him for a very long time in the world of immortals—the Art Saint!

The manifestation of Fuxi’s eyes.

Fuxi’s five senses had voluntarily died to dispel the curse within immortal dao. Contrary to what Fuxi said, they weren’t reborn in the sea of Hell Flowers. They vanished without a trace afterward, leading Lu Yun to think that’d they died completely, alongside the Curse King’s curse.

Who would’ve thought that the Art Saint would appear now?!