God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 550: Inside the Tomb: Broken Dawn in Trouble [1]

Buried God’s Tomb.

For a moment longer, Gabriel’s gaze remained fixed on the four words. Though his expression beneath the mask showed no alteration, his senses were already probing the sealed entrance, touching the chains, the talismans, the guards, and the chilling air that perpetually flowed out from within.

Liang advanced with Evelyn at his side. After a brief exchange with the cultivators standing guard at the entrance, he lifted the token he held and pressed it against the stone pillar situated to the left.

For a few seconds, an eerie silence prevailed.

Soon, a low sound emanated from deep within the mountain, slow and profound, as if something ancient was being compelled to stir after an extended slumber. The chains affixed to the pillars grew taut, markings etched onto the stone surface ignited sequentially, and the colossal dark doorway began to creak open wider.

RUMBLE!!!

Small fragments of rock dislodged from the mountain's face, and the icy draft that surged outward caused several outsiders to instinctively recoil. Conversely, the cultivators from Tianlan drew themselves up straighter, their gazes sharp and focused, betraying no sign of discomfort.

Liang turned, surveying everyone present. "Once we proceed inside, refrain from touching anything unless explicitly permitted by your assigned guide. The tomb is interconnected by various internal pathways, but each route dynamically adjusts based on movement within. Therefore, remaining as a single, large contingent would only serve to activate more formations."

He allowed the warning to settle for a moment before continuing, "Each designated party will traverse a singular path. These routes converge deeper within the tomb. Should your group encounter delays or become separated, adhere strictly to your guide's instructions and do not attempt to force your way through."

Gabriel grasped the rationale instantly.

While a sizable group might offer safety in a conventional dungeon, this was no ordinary delve. An excessive number of individuals translated to too many footsteps, too many auras, and far too many opportunities for a single careless act to plunge everyone into peril.

This sanctuary was ingeniously designed to penalize thronging masses.

A single cultivator guide was allocated to each external group. ChaosKnight was assigned a middle-aged man clad in unassuming martial attire, while Broken Dawn, Olympus, and the Holy Church also received their respective guides.

Gabriel's gaze briefly flickered towards Broken Dawn's contingent.

Sophie stood at the forefront of her group, her veil concealing her features as per her custom, yet her demeanor remained poised. Ragnarok99 positioned himself close by her side, while Cassie and Bunny observed the entrance with solemn expressions.

He yearned to gaze longer, but he forcibly averted his eyes.

Presently, he embodied White Phantom, not Gabriel.

Under Liang's direction, the first group entered. Following their passage, the remaining parties entered one by one. As ChaosKnight stepped across the threshold, Gabriel followed in the wake of IceQueen and Vv, his senses fully alert, his hand resting near his weapon without betraying any tension.

The instant he passed through the gate, the surrounding world seemed to undergo a profound transformation.

The atmosphere within was thick with potent Qi.

Despite not being a cultivator, Gabriel could distinctly feel the Qi pressing against his skin and exerting pressure on the mana coursing through his body. It did not confront him directly, but rather resisted him in a subtle, pervasive manner, as if the entire tomb collectively rejected any power system foreign to its own essence.

Several members of ChaosKnight reacted almost instantaneously.

One player placed a hand over his chest, a frown creasing his brow. Another drew a slow, deliberate breath, his complexion draining to paleness. Even IceQueen's expression tightened momentarily, though she swiftly composed herself and continued forward.

"This feels abominable," ChaosCleric grumbled, rubbing his arm. "It's as if my mana is wading through thick mud."

Gabriel offered no reply, but he too perceived the oppressive sensation.

The distinction lay in the robustness of his foundation; his physique could withstand the pressure far more effectively than most. Nevertheless, he recognized that should a prolonged engagement transpire within this locale, non-cultivators would expend significantly more effort to achieve comparable results.

The Tianlan cultivators, in stark contrast, exhibited the opposite reaction.

Some among them appeared more invigorated the moment they crossed the threshold. Their breathing grew smoother, their auras intensified, and their very steps seemed lighter. For them, this environment acted not as a restraint but as a form of sustenance.

ChaosCleric took note of this phenomenon as well and clicked his tongue in acknowledgment. "Naturally. This tomb suppresses us while invigorating them."

The guide cast a brief glance at him but offered no refutation. "This place is ancient and permeated with dense Qi. Cultivators will inherently adapt more favorably."

IceQueen continued to lead the way, but Gabriel detected the discomfort etched on her features. She concealed it adeptly, yet her fingers twitched subtly at her side, and her respiration was fractionally heavier than before.

Not long after, the path ahead diverged into multiple corridors.

Each corridor was sufficiently wide to accommodate a small group, but their walls were adorned with ancient carvings, and faint lines of light pulsed rhythmically across the stone floor at irregular intervals. Liang's contingent proceeded along the central passage, while the other parties commenced their designated routes.

Gabriel observed Broken Dawn's group veering towards a different passageway.

For a fleeting instant, Sophie tilted her head ever so slightly.

Whether she had detected his presence or was merely being cautious, her veiled face lingered in his direction for a mere moment before she resumed her journey with the others.

"Onward," IceQueen's voice was a low murmur.

The ChaosKnight guide guided them down a passageway to the left. Their footsteps reverberated through the sepulcher, and within minutes, the air grew noticeably colder. The stonework became cruder, and the carvings, now more fragmented, depicted ancient battle scenes that Gabriel paid no mind to for the time being.

A sound emanated from the darkness ahead.

Scrape.

Scrape.

Several forms materialized around the bend.

They were desiccated undead creatures, clad in tattered armor with rusted weapons clutched in their skeletal hands. Their empty eye sockets flickered with a dim, sickly green luminescence, and upon spotting the group, they collectively lifted their heads.

The guide's demeanor remained unruffled. "Monsters born within this tomb. They emerge at level fifty."

A hush fell over the ChaosKnight members, their faces instantly draining of color at the pronouncement.

Level fifty was indeed a challenge they could overcome, but the guide's statement implied a far graver reality: if the native inhabitants of this tomb began at such a level, the weakest beings within this place possessed a formidable power that often challenged even seasoned players.

ChaosCleric seemed to swallow hard. "So the average monsters lurking here..."

"Are between level seventy and one hundred," the guide responded. "Some are even stronger."

This stark revelation caused several players to gulp audibly.

Gabriel's eyes remained fixed on the approaching undead, yet his thoughts had already drifted to other concerns.

Sophie possessed the strength to vanquish level fifty monsters. Ragnarok99 was also a capable combatant. Cassie, Bunny, Sniperbowlegend, and the others were hardly weaklings either.

However, confronting numerous foes while their mana was suppressed presented an entirely different predicament.

For the first time in a long while, a faint tremor of apprehension touched his heart—not for himself, but for those under his command.

His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the hilt of his sword.

‘Sophie can manage level fifty foes… but with this suppression active, facing overwhelming numbers and hidden traps, even she might find herself in perilous circumstances.’