The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2262 - 2251: What Kind of Place Is This?

One by one, the individuals inside the sealed area were teleported out based on their power levels.

Ye Chenfeng, Bai Xiaorou, and the rest were naturally whisked away by the white beam of light too.

Ye Chenfeng's sight shifted from darkness to brightness before clearing completely, revealing he was now within an ancient palace hall.

Yet Bai Xiaorou, Wu Lingxiang, Jiang Caixuan, Zhao Jinpeng, and Tan Yuanwu were nowhere near him, showing the white light's transport was utterly disordered, scattering them to separate spots.

He was here now, so he decided to take stock of the situation.

Ye Chenfeng started inspecting the majestic hall, spotting ten huge silvery-white columns flanking both sides.

Silver glows danced on every pillar, radiating a holy presence from their tops.

A gigantic mural adorned the front stone wall of the hall.

Carved with stunning precision, the mural showed a white-robed middle-aged man gripping a cyan longsword, poised defiantly on a mountaintop, his presence screaming defiance against the heavens.

The image projected an otherworldly majesty and supremacy, compelling viewers to believe the portrayed man had been a peerless powerhouse in his era.

Apart from that.

The hall's surrounding walls bore carvings of vivid flying beasts and creatures too.

After looking around, Ye Chenfeng pondered inwardly, "Old Bai, Old Hei, this is probably a Divine Emperor's tomb for real; that middle-aged man in the mural must be the Divine Emperor Realm powerhouse from ancient times."

Old Bai Wu Fengxian nodded in agreement, replying, "Kid, Old Hei and I agree completely. This palace carries a unique atmosphere crafted solely by Divine Emperor might. Grab this chance—tons of treasures hide in a Divine Emperor's tomb."

No other oddities appeared in this ancient, solemn palace. Just as Ye Chenfeng stood at its heart, ready to pivot and depart, his eyebrows twitched faintly.

This happened because the Dragon Clan’s Clan Leader’s Mark on his back activated spontaneously.

Furthermore, the Clan Leader’s Mark spun faster and faster, needing no prompting from Ye Chenfeng whatsoever.

Immense Dragon Qi surged from his body while a golden dragon shadow materialized over his head.

Then, the huge golden dragon shadow dashed rapidly across the entire hall. Everywhere it swept, drastic shifts occurred. Once it looped back into Ye Chenfeng's form, the once-solemn palace had utterly morphed.

Ye Chenfeng knitted his brows deeply as the Dragon Clan’s Clan Leader’s Mark ceased moving, and his Dragon Qi faded away. The hall now differed vastly from moments ago—like night and day.

The ten enormous silver-white pillars lining the sides had turned jet-black, with shriveled corpses dangling from each, faces twisted in agonized death throes.

The floor's stone tiles had blackened too, and the front wall's mural transformed entirely.

Now, no lofty middle-aged figure graced the stone wall!

Rather, a colossal black skull loomed there, its sockets glowing crimson, radiating profound dread.

The surrounding walls' flying creatures and beasts were gone, supplanted by gory bloodshed scenes, each showing unique fatal torments. These engravings probably depicted countless bizarre, savage ways to perish.

Ye Chenfeng's gaze turned graver as he queried inside, "Old Bai, Old Hei, what's really happening here?"

Old Hei Jiang Yuntian answered, "Our eyes tricked us earlier. This sight is probably the reality; your Dragon Clan’s Clan Leader’s Mark shielded us from the prior illusion."

Old Bai Wu Fengxian added, "Whoever designed this spot was masterful, fooling even Old Hei and me. The architect must be incredibly powerful."

"I'm getting more doubtful if this truly is a Divine Emperor’s tomb. Demonic Path had Divine Emperor masters in the Initial Stage of the Ancient Era, and the style fits Demonic Path vibes, but it just doesn't quite fit when you ponder it."

"Demonic Path cultivators take immense pride in their demonic heritage, especially a Divine Emperor powerhouse from the Demonic Path. If this truly were the tomb of a Demonic Path Divine Emperor, they wouldn’t resort to such deceptive illusions, disguising it as the tomb of a Righteous Path Divine Emperor."

"That’s precisely what baffles me. It strongly appears this isn’t a Divine Emperor tomb at all, yet what exactly is this place? Who went through the effort to craft it all, deceiving entrants into believing it’s a Divine Emperor’s tomb?"

"From that massive stone gate to the imperial inscription and right up to this hall, it’s all been designed with such striking realism that neither Old Hei nor I could tell the difference. Absent the influence of the Dragon Clan’s Clan Leader’s Mark, we’d have completely fallen for it as a genuine Divine Emperor expert’s tomb."

"Crafting this setup with such elaborate care, whatever scheme the mastermind behind it pursues can’t be benign. I suspect those who step inside face scant odds of emerging alive."

"Little fellow, remain utterly alert from this point forward."

Ye Chenfeng gave a faint nod, disappointment churning within him. Since it wasn’t a Divine Emperor’s tomb, his shot at treasures had vanished. He steadied himself at once, aware of the hall teeming with baleful qi, eager to depart. Finding Bai Xiaorou and Wu Lingxiang needed to happen fast.

Right when Ye Chenfeng prepared to speed away.

The eyes of the massive black skull embedded in the front stone wall flared with rapid red flashes.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Piercing sounds suddenly ripped through the air.

From the inky black pillars lining both sides, black threads exploded outward at breakneck speed, catching Ye Chenfeng off guard with no time to evade. In an instant, all his limbs found themselves ensnared by these threads.

Every single black thread had burst from the mouths of the corpses suspended on the black pillars.

This abrupt twist left Ye Chenfeng utterly unprepared. Though as slender as hairs, the black threads shackling his limbs proved extraordinarily tough. Even surging the Spiritual Qi River through his meridians to its peak failed to snap their hold.

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