Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 146: Three Ancient Corpses

One by one, people disappeared ahead. In the darkness, Tian Fan and the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace moved like ghosts, silently following behind the others. They were still making their way forward when they heard horrifying screams echoing from the front.

After stepping inside, they entered yet another massive stone chamber—one clearly larger than the previous one. In it stood three coffins, which had already been pried open by those who arrived earlier. Each coffin held a terrifying corpse, resembling vengeful spirits. Their hair was dry and yellow, almost falling off completely. All three corpses were pitch-black, shriveled, and grotesque.

Even the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace, someone who regularly dealt with death, couldn’t help but shiver. A few hairs on his neck stood on end. “Damn it! Why do I feel like those old corpses aren’t really dead? One of them was staring straight at me just now!”

Tian Fan felt the same—shocked by the appearance of the corpses. Truth be told, he had never seen anything this terrifying before. They really did look like malevolent spirits. The ancient corpse in the coffin on the far right had a cracked eyeball, which just so happened to be pointing directly at the Holy Son beside him.

“You damn ghost! This young master is meant to be admired by beauties, not stared at by you. Keep looking at me and I’ll smash your rotten eye!”

“Why don’t you just move somewhere else?” Tian Fan rolled his eyes. This guy even argued with corpses—how did he even manage to become the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace?

Boom…

In the center of the chamber, dazzling divine light suddenly burst forth. Several ancient items emerged from the coffins—not as valuable as the black crystal from before, but still treasures. Many people rushed forward to snatch them.

Splurt…

Amid the sky full of divine light, a man was ripped apart mid-air, blood raining down like a crimson storm. Even the ancient corpses inside the coffins were splattered all over. Hidden in the shadows, Tian Fan and the Holy Son silently observed. The latter tried to rush out a few times but was held back by Tian Fan, who pointed at several people on the outskirts. That instantly made the impatient Holy Son freeze in place.

“D*mn, why are those guys here too?”

He looked extremely annoyed. As a descendant of a powerful clan, those people should’ve been sitting back home reading ancient texts and cultivating the Dao, not wading into this chaotic mess.

Tian Fan didn’t respond. He just stood silently, eyes closed, sensing his surroundings. He hadn’t come here to explore or hunt for treasure—he was searching for a Spirit Orb. But from the moment he entered, he had been frowning. He trusted his instincts: the Lightning Spirit Orb should’ve been here. So why was it that he could sense it outside the tomb, but once inside, it vanished?

“Could it be outside?”

He muttered under his breath. Maybe he needed to go back out and try sensing again. Perhaps the Spirit Orb wasn’t actually inside the tomb, but hidden somewhere else in the ancient forest. As unlikely as it sounded, he decided to go check. Worst case, he’d just walk the extra distance to return.

That was the plan—until he turned around and looked behind him. Cold sweat instantly drenched his back. The path they came from… was gone. Nothing but an empty void remained, chaotic and indistinct. Even his divine sense couldn’t reach into it.

“Hey, stop pulling me! I’m watching the treasure! Tsk tsk, that girl’s really something… Oh, that one’s even prettier. Her hands are delicate, her skin smooth like jade. My heart aches! My soul yearns!”

The Holy Son squatted on the ground, brushing off Tian Fan’s hand and continuing to ogle around, drooling as he scoped out female cultivators.

Tian Fan was speechless. He grabbed the guy and yanked him away.

“Why’re you pulling me—what the…?!”

When he finally came to his senses and looked behind him, he jumped back in fright.

“I don’t know either,” Tian Fan said cautiously. “But stay alert. This tomb is seriously bizarre. I’ve got a feeling there’s something really dangerous here.”

His brows furrowed deeply, face full of concern. The scene was too strange. Even now, he could still smell the scent of blood in the air—not the scent of fresh blood, but an old, long-dead stench. Which was absurd. How could a corpse that had been dead for ages still carry the scent of blood? But that’s exactly what it felt like to him.

“You think… that thing is inside this tomb?”

When Tian Fan shared his suspicion, the Holy Son’s eyes widened in disbelief. But after taking time to sense the area himself, he was forced to admit—there really was a faint scent of dead blood lingering.

He looked over again. Tian Fan nodded at him. Neither of them wanted to believe such a thing could exist—it required unbelievably specific conditions. But everything they’d seen since entering this tomb suggested otherwise. His gut told him that thing might actually be here.

“Waaah, I wanna cry! Why did I come in here with you?! I haven’t even married yet! I…”

With the path back cut off, Tian Fan gave up on the idea of retreating and turned his attention to the center of the room. Many people were still scrambling to seize the treasures. The Young Master of the Huangpu Clan, however, remained still, quietly observing from the side. He looked calm and collected, not saying a single word. His gaze was fixed on the stone patterns on the wall, as if he were trying to comprehend something. Eventually, his eyes moved to the four coffins.

He frowned but then looked away. The items floating mid-air were valuable, but clearly not enough to catch his interest. Instead, his gaze shifted to a few other young cultivators in the room, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The chamber was massive, like a plaza. Many people were gathered around the edges, and even more had pushed into the center. Treasures and flashes of spiritual light flew in all directions as everyone fought to claim them.

More people died in the struggle. Blood stained the ground, and even the red lotus wood coffins were filled with it—some internal organs had even fallen inside.

“Hey, beauty, turn around—yes, that’s it, right here…”

Tian Fan gave the guy a look of utter disbelief. Just moments ago he was mourning and ranting about how he should’ve stayed out of this, but now here he was, ogling female cultivators like a complete perv.

“Stop staring. We’re leaving.”

Tian Fan kicked him. The battle in the center was nearly over. The stone chamber was now littered with corpses, the air thick with the smell of blood.

“Pfft. What, I’m supposed to stare at you? Or those creepy corpses?”

The Holy Son pouted, then cursed again. “Damn it! I did move already, but that old ghost is still looking at me! I’m not a beauty, damn it!”

Tian Fan couldn’t even respond. He just wanted the guy to leave, and here he was bickering with ancient corpses again. But when he glanced back at the three coffins, his face suddenly changed—shocked to the core.