C15 Burial Pit

"I can't, I really can't."

Fang Zishu seemed to have lost his soul, as he muttered to himself. He walked forward mechanically without distinguishing the direction in the cave.

He was not a saint, nor was he a Bodhisattva Guan Yin. If he could not even save himself, how could he save Guizhi?!

Fang Zishu did not know that after he entered the cave, a person walked out from the fog. His entire body was shriveled up, as if he was a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin.

"With a few brushes, the misty bug can't do anything to you."

The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was rubbing his upper and lower jaw.

With that, the man turned and walked into the fog. The bug actually made a path for him, and there were no restless noises. Everything was very quiet, so quiet that there weren't even any footsteps.

Inside the cave, Fang Zishu walked for a long time without showing any signs of fatigue, until he heard a sound, whooshing. It was the sound of the wind, quickly forming when it pierced through the narrow space.

"Fang Zishu, wake up, do you want to make Guizhi's death meaningless?!" There was a voice shouting in his heart.

The hairs on his skin that was exposed to the wind stood on end, and the chaos in his heart was washed away. Fang Zishu regained his consciousness, and was suddenly jolted awake;

"Guizhi, I'm sorry." Fang Zishu organized his emotions and said suddenly: "I must continue walking this path."

Looking at his surroundings, Fang Zishu calmly analyzed. He should be inside the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain right now, with each and every dark and deep hole leading to an unknown destination, or maybe their destination was the cliff.

Looking down, it was pitch black and he couldn't see the environment down there clearly. Opening his backpack, Fang Zishu took out a illumination rod and threw it down, the eye-piercing light allowed him to clearly see the bottom of the cliff.

At a height of thirty meters, the bottom of the cliff was circular, as if a huge cylinder had hollowed out the middle part of it and then carved out numerous holes.

Chisel? Fang Zishu discovered that these holes were not formed due to hydraulic erosion, they were solid granite instead of titanate. Otherwise, with such a large empty space in the middle, the summit of the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain would have collapsed long ago.

There were still traces of manmade gouges on the granite. Based on the degree of destruction, these caves had existed for at least five hundred years. The erosion of the wind in this environment was very slow, so it was left undisturbed.

Taking advantage of the fuel in the illumination rod not having fully responded yet, Fang Zishu found a vine that was as thick as an arm by the entrance of the cave. Then, he slowly descended and arrived at the bottom of the cliff ten minutes later.

With a kick, a crisp crunching sound could be heard. Fang Zishu unscrewed the other lighting rod and shone it under his feet, only to realize that he was stepping on a skull. The sound just now was the skull being crushed.

Abruptly shocked, Fang Zishu thought of a possibility. He took out all the illumination rods from his backpack, and then threw them in front of him, the furthest being thirty meters away, which was how he landed after colliding with the cliff.

At this moment, the bottom of the cliff is illuminated and all the sights are in sight. It is densely packed … The human skull caused Fang Zishu's scalp to go numb. The diameter of thirty meters was less than a square foot, which meant that there were at least thirty thousand people here.

Judging by the softness of his feet, he knew that this was only the first level. It was hard to imagine how many layers there were and how many bones.

There were only two possibilities for a corpse pit of such a scale. The first was a POW pit, which was the simplest and most effective way to deal with POWs. The second was Funerary Pit, which was a cruel burial ceremony.

Fang Zishu was more likely to be sure of the latter, because all the skulls were facing the same direction, directly towards the east.

"The sun rises in the east and the dragons appear in the abyss. This is indeed …" "It's very big." Fang Zishu chuckled. How could a person with so little manpower hope to fight the heavens and revive after death?

Even if there were millions more, the added life force would not be enough. The equivalent of life was indeed life, but to deprive the living of life and bring back the dead was to defy the heavens, being destroyed by the heavens.

The verdant and glistening vines on the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain were a good proof of this. Only after absorbing enough nutrients would they be able to thrive. The misty insects could not enter the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain, and an important reason was that the place was filled with dense death energy, causing them to enter a hibernating state. When the Fog Beetle entered its dormant state, it was no different from a dead object.

Walking within this enormous Funerary Pit, Fang Zishu's back also felt a chill. A layer of sparkling and translucent frost condensed on his skin, and the air that he breathed out liquefied into white mist. The temperature here was indeed low.

There's a burial pit, and the tomb shouldn't be too far away. Look around." With that thought in mind, he placed a sliver of hope into the tomb. Someone was using a heaven-defying method to change their fate, then the tomb would definitely have a heavenly and earthly treasure.

Walking in the opposite direction, Fang Zishu tried to find hidden holes in the mechanism, but the Funerary Pit's stone wall was extremely flat, and even after searching for a circle, he couldn't find even a single protrusion or depression, so it was clear that this type of mechanism didn't exist here.

Before long, the moon was hanging in the sky. Bright moonlight shined on the earth, passing through the holes in the mountain peak, and a ray of moonlight shot down. The moonlight reflected off the smooth cliff several times, finally landing at the northeast corner of the skull.

Fang Zishu's gaze was immediately attracted, "Under the moonlight, everything is crystal clear, a spirit object is absorbing the essence of the sun and moon..."

He finally understood everything.

Funerary Pit were not used to change fate, they were used to nurture the world's spirit treasures. The so-called "extremes can only be reversed", and it was nurtured using the essence of death energy and sun and moon.

At this moment, Fang Zishu saw hope.

Looking at the position of the moonlight, Fang Zishu started to dig. The bones that had been piled up for hundreds of years had long since rotted, and would break into pieces upon touching them, thus causing Fang Zishu's digging progress to be very slow.

Different from the corpses in other places, the ones here were all dried up, and even had a slight sense of warmth. This made Fang Zishu extremely happy.

Even if they were lucky enough, they wouldn't be able to block it.

As he was digging with all his might, Fang Zishu didn't notice that behind him, there was a vine that was slightly swaying. Even though it was extremely small, a black figure was slowly descending, without making a sound.

The deeper they dug, the hotter the feeling was in their hands, and the harder and drier the corpse, the more Fang Zishu knew that the treasure would soon be revealed to them.

Unknowingly, he had already moved three meters deep into the pit of bones. However, he had yet to see the true face of the treasure.

Only when he took out a thick leg bone did the red light pierce into his eyes, creating a dazzling sight.