Chapter 45

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Even the strongest warriors cannot resist the erosion of time. When some supreme experts grow old and their lifespan is about to end, they will not willingly sink into obscurity and fade away.

Therefore, some of the strong will prepare their tombs in advance, sealing everything that belongs to them, hoping for a revival in the future, or unwilling to let their legacy be cut off, leaving it for future generations.

The places where they are buried, discovered by people countless years later, are... ancient martial tombs.

When Ye Han saw the scene ahead, he almost instantly confirmed that this was an incredibly precious and ancient martial tomb.

This is the Netherworld Realm. In the past, the Netherworld Realm was also part of the Divine Martial Continent, and it might even be connected to the Great Void Ancient Region. It is normal for there to be sects, races, and martial forces living there.

It is not strange that there is an ancient martial tomb here!

"It seems someone has discovered this martial tomb before me."

"I wonder if the treasures inside have already been obtained? Regardless, I must go and see for myself."

Ye Han's thoughts raced, weighing the pros and cons. In a moment, he ran through the canyon and soon appeared at the base of the cliff.

Burial of the Nine Netherworlds!

Witness the cycle of the sun and moon!

Below the two rows of powerful and majestic characters was a rusty, ancient stone door.

The stone door was already open!

After hesitating for five breaths, Ye Han resolutely stepped into the stone door.

Since he had come, there was no reason to retreat.

The moment he entered the stone door, Ye Han saw a deep passage.

On both sides of the passage, mysterious patterns were flashing and changing. They seemed to be inscriptions, but they were different from the inscriptions he had encountered before.

If everything went as expected, there were originally some mysterious inscription formations carved here, but with the passage of time, the inscriptions faded, and the power of the formations was difficult to activate. Many formations were already in ruins and could be easily passed through by force.

Ye Han saw some sword marks, knife marks, and other weapon traces, which should have been left by someone who forcibly entered, and not just one or two people.

Walking along the passage, after about a hundred meters, Ye Han suddenly saw a huge stone hall appear.

The walls of the stone hall were carved with the sun, moon, stars, and ancient divine mountains. Each stroke was filled with an invisible aura, leaving one in awe.

At the front was a central throne, on which a skeleton was perched, dead for countless years, likely the owner of the martial tomb.

At the same time, a refreshing fragrance filled the air.

This fragrance made the entire martial tomb devoid of any decay or withering, instead filling the space with vitality.

Ye Han immediately noticed that on either side of the throne were two small pools, each containing a milky white liquid.

"Spiritual liquid?"

Ye Han couldn't help but exclaim.

There are two types of spiritual liquids: one is born from the heavens and the earth, and the other is refined by alchemists using various great medicines. Any type of spiritual liquid is quite extraordinary and more valuable than medicines of the same level.

He now understood why so many powerful beasts had gathered in this canyon. The beasts have a keen sense of smell and were likely attracted by the scent of the spiritual liquid.

Unfortunately, the intelligence and means of the beasts were limited, and they could not enter the martial tomb.

"Who is there?"

At this moment, several voices sounded simultaneously.

Ye Han looked over and immediately saw that there was an inner hall in the stone hall.

The inner hall was open, and five disciples, each carrying a war sword and exuding a killing aura, walked out together.

"Outer Sect Disciple Ye Han, I greet you, Senior Brothers!"

Ye Han looked at the five people, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and bowed.

"An outer sect disciple?"

The five people exchanged glances, seemingly all relieved.

In an instant, Ye Han saw that these five people all seemed to have lost their energy, sitting on the ground one after another, beginning to cultivate and heal their injuries.

"An outer sect disciple, dare to enter the Netherworld Realm?"

One of them lifted his eyelids, cultivating while scanning Ye Han.

Ye Han looked distressed: "I entered the Netherworld Realm on the orders of Ye Zixuan to find a medicinal herb. I accidentally stumbled upon this place and did not mean to offend any of you, Senior Brothers. I will leave now."

"Stop!"

The man continued: "Ye Zixuan? Who is she?"

"She is an inner sect disciple promoted by the Son of the Cycle, possessing the Heavenly Dragon Battle Body. This time, she had us enter the Netherworld Realm to find medicinal herbs to help her cultivate that body type."

The helplessness on Ye Han's face was evident.

A place like the Netherworld Realm, even someone like Luo Tianzheng would be reluctant to enter lightly, let alone an ordinary outer sect disciple like him.

Hearing Ye Han mention the Son of the Cycle, Feng Wuliang, the five people sitting there all laughed.

Their eyes met, and in an instant, they seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

"Ye Han, it seems you are Ye Zixuan's martial servant?"

The man in front smiled gently, his smile warm.

In the Great Void Ancient Region, powerful martial artists often have martial servants, similar to the sword servants of sword cultivators.

But to put it nicely, they are followers, and to put it bluntly, martial servants and sword servants are just servants of others.

"Yes!"

Ye Han's expression changed, seeming somewhat unwilling, but he reluctantly nodded.

"That Ye Zixuan is too domineering!"

"How could she make a Divine Power Realm outer sect disciple like you enter such a dangerous place to find medicinal herbs for her?"

"I, Zhao Li, have always detested such domineering actions. Ye Han, it's your luck to encounter us. After we leave, I will personally intervene to intimidate Ye Zixuan and have her revoke your status as her martial servant."

The man in front continued, a hint of indignation in his eyes, seemingly standing up for Ye Han.

"Indeed, a fine man should not be a woman's martial servant. Ye Han, don't worry, we five will stand up for you," another person added.

"But...?"

A hint of joy appeared on Ye Han's face, but he was still hesitant.

"Manly ambition, why are you so hesitant?"

"Stop butting in, come over, Ye Han, and cultivate with us!"

"There are still some legacies in this ancient martial tomb. We can share some with you. Perhaps when you leave, your realm will greatly increase, and you might even advance to the inner sect, completely unafraid of Ye Zixuan."

Zhao Li waved his hand decisively.

"Alright!"

Ye Han gritted his teeth and nodded, finally making up his mind.

He stepped forward and soon stood beside the five people.

"Ye Han, what is your realm? Let me see. Depending on your realm, I might be able to help you improve your strength."

Zhao Li extended his arm, smiling as he grabbed Ye Han's arm.

"Fourth level of Divine Power, not much to speak of."

Ye Han said with a bitter expression.

Boom!!

A powerful force suddenly surged from within Ye Han's body.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Li's essence energy surged, bursting out along his arm.

The moment their arms touched, both of their expressions changed...