Seeing this scene.
Everyone naturally found it hard to understand.
There was a great fear between life and death. Even the bandits who were used to life and death on Mount Everlasting Victory found it difficult to be as carefree as the old foreigner when death came.
But Feng Bai understood.
During the time of the Lakrama tribe, they were deeply cursed. Once they reached the age of 40, their blood would gradually turn golden, and they would die in pain.
If he was right, the old Westerner was now 23 years old, which was why he said that he was 17 years ahead of schedule.
If he could not find the Dust Bead, he would not be able to escape the fate of the curse.
Therefore, to him, death was not necessarily a kind of relief.
Feeling the old foreigner's soul return to the netherworld, the flower spirit could no longer bear the grief in its heart. Tears fell like rain, and its weak body was like a flower in a rainstorm.
Zhe Gushao's face was also filled with pain.
When he was young, he had personally witnessed countless clansmen dying in pain. At that time, he had vowed to break that mysterious curse no matter what.
When he was in his teens, he left the tribe and traveled all the way to Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He became the disciple of the previous generation's Mountain-Moving Daoist and studied the Mountain-Moving Secret Art.
In the following ten years, he never dared to relax at all. He climbed over the mountains and passed like an ascetic monk.
There were rumors in the martial world that he, Zhe Gushao, had a mind as firm as iron and was not like an ordinary person.
However, only he himself understood that he was just an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires.
Now that he had watched his junior brother die before his eyes, he was sadder than anyone else.
To him, the old foreigner was his junior brother, his disciple, his clansman, and his brother.
He took him in as a disciple on behalf of his master, taught him the secret arts of moving the mountain gate bit by bit, and brought him to travel around the world, fighting and digging coffins, suffering from cold and warmth.
Thinking of this, Zhe Gushao found it even more difficult to accept. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes were red, but he gritted his teeth and did not let his tears fall.
"Dao brother…my condolences!"
Chen Yulou walked up and patted his shoulder.
He could empathize with Francolin Whistle.
Especially on the day Kun Lun died in front of him, he almost didn't sleep all night. When he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with Kun Lun's figure.
On the other side, he was smiling foolishly at her.
On the other side, Kun Lun, covered in blood, was buried in the sea of fire.
The two scenes intertwined continuously, like a knife cutting through his heart.
Even after so many days, he still could not completely walk out of the pain.
Francolin Whistle shook his head and forced himself to cheer up as he comforted his junior sister. Worried that something would happen to her, he instructed the flower spirit to transport the old foreigner's body out.
Chen Yulou also sent a few bandits to accompany them.
Together, they took the dead workers away.
"Head Chen, continue with your work. Don't worry about me.”
After his junior sister left, Zhe Gushao finally felt relieved. He looked at Chen Yulou and Old Crooked Luo apologetically.
"Alright."
Chen Yulou nodded.
He ordered the bandits to start a fire around the hall. The light gradually lit up, dispelling the originally drifting fog and illuminating the interior of the Immeasurable Hall.
The walls around them were painted with countless colorful pictures. There were ancient pine trees and clouds, and immortals were flying among the clouds.
Unfortunately, the hall had been severely damaged in the battle between the Six-winged Centipede and the Furious Sky Chicken. Even the pillars supporting the dome of the hall had been broken in several places.
The statue that was originally worshipped in the depths of the hall was also destroyed, causing everyone to sigh.
Golden Dao Idol bodies before the Song and Yuan Dynasties were extremely rare, and very few existed in the world.
If he could get it out, it would be a huge sum of money.
There were almost no Eight Treasure Glazed Cup left standing around them. The group of bandits had nothing to take, so they could only try to lift the murals on the wall.
After all the valuable antiques were swept away.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the deep well that had been moved away by Paragon Whistle.
It was strange to dig a well deep in the hall, not to mention that the well was covered with a layer of jade cover. From afar, one could vaguely see sparks of light coming from it.
"This is a well?"
However, when they got closer, they realized that the well was shockingly large. It was estimated to be three to four feet wide. To be precise, it was a vertical cave.
Chen Yulou was speechless. The walls on both sides of the well were smooth and flat. It was obvious that they had been carefully polished.
How much manpower would it take to dig such a large well at the bottom of the Bottle Mountain?
"There's something strange about this well. Can you see the situation below?”
Francolin Whistle also looked around and found that there seemed to be a layer of black fog in the well. He could not see the situation below at all.
Knowing that Chen Yulou was born with night vision, he subconsciously asked him.
Unfortunately, Chen Yulou only shook his head." I can only see the outline, but…what is the deep pit on the wall for?”
Following the direction he was pointing, everyone looked over and found that there were pits on the wall of the well at regular intervals.
The fire he saw earlier came from the deep pit.
Old Crooked Luo's heart was itching to hear it, but he couldn't see it clearly through the jade cover, so he simply asked someone to move the jade cover away.
He stood on his feet and stretched his head out. He leaned his body on the well and looked into the pit with great effort. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"I see it, I see it. There's a lamp trough in that pit. There are many golden-armored gods holding stone lamps!”
"It's the Longevity Lamp!"
Chen Yulou immediately understood.
He had once seen it in an imperial tomb. The stone lamp in the lamp trough would not go out for hundreds of years, so it was also called the longevity lamp.
Francolin Whistle retracted his gaze from below and guessed in his heart,'There must be something hidden under this well. Otherwise, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.”
"Then what are we waiting for? We'll know when we throw a lantern down.”
Old crooked Luo had always been thinking about his gold and jade treasures. He casually snatched a lantern from the hands of a bandit behind him and threw it into the well.
His movements were too fast, and the others couldn't stop him in time. They could only look down the well with rapt attention.
The lantern fell like a meteor, passing through the fog and gradually illuminating the surroundings. Unfortunately, the surroundings were still bottomless.
Bang!
About ten seconds later, the lantern finally fell to the ground and shattered with a bang.
Everyone's eyes suddenly contracted, and their breathing quickened.
At the bottom of the well.
There were countless coffins piled up like a mountain, and in the middle of them was a huge pill furnace!
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