Necropolis Immortal

kilometer wide at the very least, it clogged the entire width of the lake.

Thick arms danced above the enormous corpsefish’s head.
No sooner had the blue-robed immortal reached the lake’s center than the tentacles twined around him, dragging him into the fish’s waiting mouth.

His blood-curdling shriek was echoed by the soul-numbing sound of chewing.
Horror raked over the assembled group.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The fish produced a sibilant sound resembling that of a snake.
Above its head, pale arms stretched toward the bank.

“Break!” shouted the red-clad immortal.
Scarlet rays of sword luminance emerged from his hands and cut off the gruesome appendages.

“Young master, hurry and leave… This fish is at least in the august immortal realm!” Color had drained from the red-clad immortal’s face.
Though he’d successfully repelled the corpsefish’s attack, he’d suffered heavy injuries in the process.
Hence, he set foot on his sword, ready to fly away, but crashed heavily to the ground a mere few feet later.

“I—I can’t fly!” he shouted, horrified.

“The corpsefish’s sphere of activity is limited to the water.
We’d better move away from the lake,” Lu Yun declared gravely.

The corpsefish earlier weren’t tiny by any stretch of the imagination, but they’d rivaled a normal human’s size at most.
The one they faced now was a leviathan that stuffed the waters full with its head alone.

“Is there a space-restriction formation in here?”

Sure enough, the enormous corpsefish sank beneath the surface when they left the shore, no longer visible.

Probing their current surroundings with his senses, Qing Han’s expression turned grim.
Both cultivators and immortals alike took flying for granted, and to be deprived of flight was like a mortal denied the use of his legs.

“A space-restriction formation? Good! Great!” Lu Yun clapped and laughed aloud, his eyes gleaming with glee.

“We can no longer fly.
You call that great?” Qing Han scowled in annoyance.

“Of course it is.” Lu Yun grinned.
“Both tombs and graves are made to protect something.
The presence of this formation implies that we’re nearing our goal.
Onward ho!”

Increasingly buoyant, he hummed a little ditty and strode deeper into the dark tunnel with lively hops.

The others looked at each other.
Why was he in such high spirits all of a sudden? Was it purely because of the treasure?

“Haven’t any of you noticed? These intersecting tunnels feel somewhat familiar,” Qing Han ventured hesitantly as he suddenly stopped and looked all around him.
Rather than a single tunnel, many passageways criss-crossed each other inside this great tomb, like an underground maze.

“Hm?” Lu Yun froze when he heard the musing.
“You also find them familiar?”

“Correct.” Qing Han nodded.
“Very familiar, in fact, but I can’t tell you why.
I’ve never come here before.”

Lu Yun nodded.
He also shared the same feeling.
“I’ve been observing the tunnels along the way—”

Yuying interjected, “They’re laid out in a pattern similar to meridians of the human body.”

“Meridians of the human body?” Qing Han blinked, then realization abruptly dawned.
“I see! It’s just as you say, no wonder!”

“Meridians…
human body…” Lu Yun felt a shiver course through his spine.
The gears of his brain turning sluggishly, he stared fixedly at the corpse flies on the wall.

Corpse flies… things that only grew on millennia-old zombies.

“The one who built this place had truly exquisite skills to create such an intricate pattern.” Qing Han exclaimed, clucking his tongue.

“I’m afraid that’s not what happened here…” Lu Yun gulped violently.
Even so, his throat still felt dry.
“These tunnels probably aren’t man-made… rather, we’re inside a giant corpse.
To be more precise, inside a zombie.” Even he found his words incredulous.

“Y-you need to stop with this nonsense,” Qing Han shuddered as he hastened to protest.
“How can there be someone this big?”

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