The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 769 - 443: The Revived Statue_2

The neighboring room made Yan Xiaobao pause in his tracks. Unlike the other rooms, the opposite side of this room didn’t have a broken door—it was completely intact. Seeing no one present, Yan Xiaobao felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

The longer Yan Xiaobao stood there, the more alert he became. Clearly, all the previous doors had been shattered by immense force, and it made no sense for the Saint to suddenly change his habits and leave one door untouched. It seemed more plausible that an external force carried him away from this room.

"There’s an unusual energy in this room," Lan Feng remarked. His tone carried no trace of arrogance or pretension; he was utterly serious, and evidently a bit concerned.

"Although the cultivator who created this place was most likely God, he sustained severe injuries when constructing it," Lan Feng slowly explained. "All the energy used for traps and inscriptions is at the holy ranking spell level. Some are even quite close to Emperor-level. He clearly suffered significant damage, having no choice but to downgrade his inscriptions and abilities, yet doing so enabled him to create a tomb possibly as immense as the Holy Dungeon itself." Lan Feng continued, "The only time he seemed to have used genuine power was when he sealed the tomb using blood essence. It’s most likely that he used the same method to seal the tomb’s innermost cavity."

"This means there shouldn’t be any traces of God’s energy elsewhere—only Saint-level at most—but the energy ripples in this room remain peculiar, constantly shifting. It’s as if they move at will. I can’t even detect the slightest discernible pattern to their movements.

"Without a clear pattern, I wouldn’t dare delve deeper into the room. A single wrong step, and we might end up where the Saint has gone." He continued, and Yan Xiaobao nodded in agreement. He wasn’t eager to walk into a room where a burnt-out Saint had likely made a misstep.

"We can wait for others to arrive," Yan Xiaobao suggested. "So far, there hasn’t been any shortage of families or cultivators willing to leap headfirst into whatever they stumble upon." He added, and, despite his unease, Lan Feng nodded in agreement.

Yan Xiaobao chose to wait rather than recklessly charge into the room, taking the time to browse through the treasure he had acquired. Examining the herbs and rare plants, he was delighted to discover he had managed to acquire thirteen Holy Flowers. All of these contained the core energy of Wu Wei.

Even not counting the thirteen Holy Flowers, numerous other extraordinary plants were undoubtedly priceless to Yan Xiaobao, yet he didn’t know their names or anything else about them.

"I recognize most of them," Lan Feng remarked. "But among these flowers, thirty-seven kinds are ones I’ve never seen before or heard of. They might originate from the plane of existence where the expert who built this tomb was from. If we’re fortunate, we might uncover other unknown secrets of this world," he said excitedly, once again admiring the herbs.

Yan Xiaobao shared the excitement. The novelty of everything happening around them was exhilarating, and the more power he could gain, the sooner he could defeat An Hee and the Third Prince. He needed strength to protect his friends. He needed strength to avenge the injustices they had endured.

Thinking about the possibilities before him, his eyes sparkled. The road to power was paved with challenges, but if it meant he could protect those he loved, this young man was willing to endure all the hardships the world had to offer. If it meant he could help them seek the vengeance they needed to continue their lives.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, Yan Xiaobao quickly buried them deep within when he sensed other experts approaching. His eyes sharpened immediately. Now wasn’t the time to be consumed by feelings; now was the time to leave this room and move toward the primary treasure within the tomb.

Approaching experts cast curious glances at Yan Xiaobao, their gazes assessing whether the young man before them was worth robbing.

The curious glances lingered for a while but soon shifted away. No matter how they tried, they couldn’t discern his cultivation base, and his carefree posture exuded arrogance. They couldn’t help but worry about the outcome if they provoked him; despite their advantage in numbers, they feared becoming the losers in any confrontation. Considering this, they had arrived at the room later than the solitary young man.

What worried them more, however, was the room itself. The door hadn’t been opened, meaning the Saint must still be present, yet the only person in sight was the young man clad in a black cloak, who for some reason didn’t seem in a hurry to breach the door.

Grinding their teeth, they quickly made up their minds and decided to move forward. Without much hesitation, they charged into the room.

But the moment they entered, beams of light appeared around each one of them. The experts, who had been standing still seconds earlier, were suddenly immobilized. They couldn’t move even an inch as a drop of crimson liquid abruptly fell from above, pulled downward by gravity.

The experts remained frozen, and the red liquid struck them squarely. As soon as it made contact with their skin, the experts transformed into prismatic beams of light that shot outward from the open door behind them, exiting the room they had entered. A stunned Yan Xiaobao immediately attached his consciousness to one of the beams, only to make a more startling discovery—the beams transported each expert back to the very beginning of the tomb.