of the room and saw Dugu Cheng standing at the door. Meeting his worried gaze, she returned a smile. "Don't worry, his poison won't hurt me.""Xier, this king will confront him..."I just saw Xi'er taki..."Not bad." Yao Wan Ying looked up, "Does Xi Er want to take a look"

Feng Lingxi nodded slightly. She had already come this far, so she might as well take a look at how the underground palace was like. Besides, she needed to see what kind of treasures the Yao Clan possessed.

Yao Wan Ying held out her hand, “Come on, mother will take you.”

Feng Lingxi gave her hand to her mother, holding onto her hand. Her mother's hands were rough, with calluses on her palms, but Feng Lingxi felt so real. She liked her mother holding her hand.

"Mother, is this all like this"

Of course not, you'll see later. This is the most amazing place your mother has ever seen. Just the construction is something your mother has never witnessed before." Yao Wan Ying’s voice was full of praise, as if she were on a tourist trip here.

Feng Lingxi looked at the buildings here, and using "amazing craftsmanship" to describe them was not an exaggeration at all. It was just like those imperial mausoleums she had seen before—not only large but also magnificent and imposing.

Feng Lingxi trailed behind her mother. The stairs weren't steep, so as they walked and looked around, even though they kept going up, she didn't feel short of breath. Feng Lingxi was puzzled; they had been walking for a long time. Although each level was the same, she couldn't sense any height difference.

"Mother, is every level like this"

Feng Lingxi was a little tired from walking. She had just calculated that she had walked about halfway. Looking up the stairs, there was a sense of ethereal beauty. On both sides were white mists, and you couldn't see what kind of buildings were at either end without walking past them.

"Of course it's different, Xi'er. Don't you feel any sense of a cemetery here"

Wind Ling Xi nodded, "I have never seen such a magnificent mausoleum before. The ancestors of the Yao clan are truly ingenious." Even in her time, it would be difficult to achieve such skill. She was genuinely curious about what kind of person these ancestors of the Yao clan were, to possess such extraordinary talent.

"Indeed, it is a masterpiece crafted with incredible skill. Mother was awestruck when she first arrived here. However, this is not what surprised her the most. You will see soon enough. Not only has she never seen such architecture before, but there is also a magical power at work here."

When Feng Lingxi heard her mother's words, she became even more curious, "What kind of magical power"

"You'll know soon enough."

Yao Wan'ying took Feng Lingxi's hand and quickened her pace. When they reached the thirteenth floor, the stairs suddenly disappeared. White mist filled their vision, making it impossible to see the path ahead.

"Mother, there's no way forward."

"Xier, look at the noodles."

Yao Wan Ying pointed upwards, Feng Ling Xi looked up and stepped back in fright, staring in horror at the women suspended in mid-air. They wore different clothes and seemed to be dancing gracefully in the air.

"Mother, are they human or ghost"

These are the successive Saint Lords of the Yao Clan, the incoming Saint Lords.

Feng Lingxi heard her mother's words and hurriedly knelt down, "Ancestors of all generations, descendant Feng Lingxi dares to disturb the ancestors, hoping for the ancestors' forgiveness."

They are all dead, but they are suspended in mid-air by a mystical force. This mysterious power prevents their bodies from decaying and allows them to dance above, swirling with the movements of this place, resembling graceful butterflies fluttering about.

Feng Lingxi stood up, "Mother, how did you know so much"

"Of course, because I've been there," Yao Wan-ying said with a smile.

Feng Lingxi was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at her mother's introduction, she had to admit that her mother was really bold, daring to do this.

"Xier, don't be afraid, mother will take you there."

Yao Wan-ying grabbed Feng Ling-xi's wrist and leaped into the air. Feng Ling-xi's body seemed to be lifted by something, flying towards their ancestors. This magical power frightened Feng Ling-xi; images from mythological stories flashed in her mind.

"Xi'er, don't be afraid. This magical power can lift us up. Once we go up, we'll reach the top floor directly, and we'll be able to see our ancestors' tombs, which are also on the top floor. Our ancestors' handprints are also on it."

Yao Wan'ying's words seemed to have a kind of magic. Feng Lingxi nodded, watching herself fly higher and higher, not afraid at all. She flew past the bodies of her ancestors, then landed gracefully, as if stepping on cotton. When she stood firm, Feng Lingxi saw a huge stone coffin placed above her, and in front of it was a box. Feng Lingxi glanced around and didn't feel any difficulty breathing.

"Mother, this place is amazing."

Feng Lingxi looked around, incredibly.

Yao Wan'ying stepped forward, "Here are the handprints of our ancestors. Look, is it the same as what your mother and you have said Do you know why these ancestors are floating in the air while we can come up here"

Feng Lingxi shook her head. Yao Wan'ying showed her the handwriting of their ancestors. After Feng Lingxi finished reading, she looked at the smile on her mother's face and understood.

When our ancestors built this place, they didn't intend for anyone to stay and be buried here. When these ancestors came in, they all gave up at the thirteenth level. If they dared to try and come up higher, they wouldn't be suspended above like this, but could leave the Holy Land like Mother.

They were unable to walk out of this place. After exhausting their lives, their bodies were lifted up and suspended above. When their mother came in later, she used her light kung fu skills to fly straight up. Seeing the ancestors' handprints, she realized how to get out and learned all the secrets of the holy places.

"It turns out that the so-called Holy Land didn't have any treasure at all, but rather a magical underground palace here."

Feng Lingxi looked at everything here, truly curious about how their ancestors had built it back then. This place wasn't sealed off, because the air here was always circulating. Feng Lingxi admired their ancestors, but she couldn't understand why they didn't tell later generations and made them guard this place.

"Xi'er, look at this."

Yao Wan'ying took out another parchment from the box and showed it to Feng Lingxi. The text on it was written in simplified characters, clearly recounting the life of their ancestor. The ancestor stated that she came from different time and space, using her abilities to create the Yao clan and this place. However, it didn't explain how this place was created, only that later generations wanted to destroy the Yao clan, and people from another world appeared who could use explosives to destroy this place.

"Mother, this underground palace is what they call the Yao Clan's treasure."

Yao Wan'ying nodded. "Could this still not be considered a treasure of the Yao clan If the Grand Elder knew these ancestors were suspended in mid-air, he would want to know the reason behind it."

"Does he want to live forever"

Feng Lingxi chuckled self-deprecatingly, "If he were to come here, he would definitely collapse."

Let's figure out a way to get the High Elder here and trap him inside.

Feng Lingxi glanced around and shook her head. "Mother wants to disturb the ancestors' long sleep by having the Grand Elder come over Let's just stay here and see, maybe our ancestors have left us some guidance.", her gaze swept over Mo Huai’lan's eyes that concealed their careful thoughts, and said, "This empress sees that your face is full of displeasure. This empress has to remind you, don't think that aft...