In the Ancient Capital catastrophe of the original timeline, Salan's identity was almost exposed.
At that time, Han Ji, adhering to the ruthless decision of "better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go," imprisoned over ten people, including Salan.
And Mu He, to rescue Salan, exchanged the location of the Ancient King's Mausoleum, forcing Han Ji to release everyone.
The Ancient King's Mausoleum was hidden within the Dark Abyss.
Even if Han Ji and others knew this news, what could they do?
Mu He had thoroughly played them for fools.
Now, he still intended to do so, still intended to play them for fools again, to satisfy his twisted desires!
The time was almost up.
Mu He's figure quietly disappeared into the thick, inky darkness behind him, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the North City Wall.
The blue robe he wore was all too familiar to Han Ji and the others; it was the symbol of a Black Vatican Blue-robed Deacon.
Seeing this, anger and killing intent flashed in Han Ji's eyes, and he said fiercely, "Black Vatican Blue-robed Deacon! How dare you appear before us alone. So arrogant, are you truly not afraid of Death?"
The corners of Mu He's mouth curved slightly upward, with a hint of disdainful laughter, as he slowly walked forward and replied, "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? You look up at the Dark Abyss above your heads, like a hellish furnace; it is you who should be afraid! Hahahaha!"
His laughter echoed above the city wall, utterly arrogant.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him like sharp blades; they knew in their hearts that Mu He must have some reliance to appear alone, but for a moment, they couldn't guess what his trump card truly was.
Holding the lives of a million people in his hands, this was Mu He's greatest confidence!
He reveled in the pleasure of controlling life and Death, and even more in the joy of manipulating Han Ji and the others!
"You must be very curious about what we ultimately want to do, aren't you?" Mu He walked in front of everyone, a mocking smile on his face.
Everyone remained silent; they understood that a Black Vatican Blue-robed Deacon would not appear without reason.
At this moment, they could only suppress their inner anger and doubt, and listen to what Mu He was going to say.
Mu He paced to Han Ji's side before slowly opening his mouth, "You should have already guessed who is commanding the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs. Only that ancient Undead Emperor has such qualifications."
"It has truly awakened?!" Han Ji's mind reeled upon hearing this, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
The others were all equally astonished.
If it was truly the Ancient King awakening, then they, in front of this terrifying existence, were nothing more than ants, utterly vulnerable.
"How about it, do you want to know where the Ancient King's Mausoleum is?" Mu He's smile became even more unbridled.
A High-Level Mage, at this moment, completely suppressed a group of Super-Order Mages in terms of aura; this contrast gave him immense satisfaction.
Han Ji and Lu Huan exchanged glances.
Han Ji asked, "You are willing to tell us the location of the Ancient King's Mausoleum?"
In Han Ji's view, if they could know the location of the mausoleum and enter it to prevent the Ancient King's awakening, perhaps there was still a chance to avert the impending catastrophe.
"Of course, I am certainly willing to tell you," Mu He's lips curved into a strange arc as he said with a smile.
With that, he slowly walked to the edge of the city wall near the inner city, looking up at the bottomless Dark Abyss, which was permeated with an endless aura of Death.
He looked at Han Ji and the others, ignoring their increasingly grim expressions, then turned back to gaze at the Dark Abyss.
Mu He remained silent, seemingly waiting for something, and as time passed, the tense atmosphere grew even more intense.
Han Ji's patience finally wore thin; he could no longer tolerate being led by Mu He, and immediately said sharply:
"It seems you are unwilling to tell us, so we will just have to capture you and find every way to extract the memories from the depths of your soul!"
"Don't rush..." Mu He's heart suddenly quickened, his face slightly distorted with excitement and tension: "You will see it soon, after the dark clouds disperse!"
As if in response to his words, the dark clouds that had covered the Ancient Capital for several days began to slowly disperse.
It was daytime, and as the dark clouds scattered, the sunlight, which had been blocked for so long, poured down like sharp swords.
The undead who feared sunlight scattered in all directions, seeking cover, some even burrowing directly into the white sand and stones beneath their feet.
Mu He's eyes were fixed on the Dark Abyss.
Huh? Why no change?
A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
"What exactly are you Black Vatican doing?" Han Ji frowned, his tone filled with doubt and vigilance.
Mu He's earlier mad roar had made him think there would be earth-shattering changes after the clouds dispersed, but nothing happened.
"This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be happening!" Mu He suddenly roared loudly.
Seeing this, Han Ji slapped the air, and powerful magic instantly transformed into an invisible giant hand, pressing Mu He firmly to the ground.
Mu He was still shouting madly, "This shouldn't be happening, why hasn't the Dark Abyss changed?!"
Dark Abyss?
Hearing this, everyone looked towards the Dark Abyss in unison.
Just then, their faces suddenly turned pale; the seemingly calm Dark Abyss actually began to slowly expand.
At a glance, the densely packed Corpse Zombies, Specters, Blood Ghosts, and other undead within it surged like a tide, as if endless!
Sensing the aura of living people, these undead immediately let out wails and roars, their voices piercing through space, echoing like curses from hell in everyone's ears, sending shivers down their spines.
Mu He noticed the change in their expressions and immediately looked at the Dark Abyss, then burst into maniacal laughter:
"Here it comes, here it comes! Didn't you want to know where the Ancient King's Mausoleum is? I'll tell you, he placed his mausoleum in the most terrifying hellish furnace, the Dark Abyss is his mausoleum!"
His laughter was frantic and terrifying, making Han Ji and the others' faces grow even grimmer.
"Is there really no hope?"
"Are we really just going to watch a million people be swallowed by the Dark Abyss?"
Everyone instantly felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads, their scalps tingling.
This was already far beyond their capabilities; in the face of the Ancient King's terrifying power, they were so small and helpless.
Just then, a blood-red throne emerged from the Dark Abyss.
The Mountain Peak Corpse, the most powerful of the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs, crashed through the city wall like a cannonball, lowering its noble head and prostrating itself beneath the blood-red throne, welcoming the Emperor's arrival.
Eyes, some fearful, some shocked, converged on the figure on the blood-red throne.
The ancient armored robe slowly stood up, and a dense aura of Death covered his face like a tangible substance, obscuring his appearance.
"That is the Ancient King!"
Feeling the terrifying Emperor's aura emanating from the armored robe, Han Ji and the others couldn't help but tremble.
Under such oppressive aura, they were like a small boat in a storm, capable of being torn to shreds by a tiny wave at any moment!
The Ancient King slowly left the blood-red throne. Each step he took was upon the void, as if space was merely a plaything to be manipulated at his will beneath his feet.
He stepped onto the head of the Mountain Peak Corpse, quietly gazing at this millennium-old royal capital, battered by wind and rain.
Then, the Ancient King looked at Han Ji and his group, and his deathly silent voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, heavily striking each trembling heart:
"The feeling of Death is not pleasant."