Inside the tomb chamber.
The mastermind Ye Fan nodded in satisfaction, extremely pleased with his own design.
With so many friends to play with this time, this Nightmare definitely wouldn't be lonely anymore!
I'm such a good person!
The four guards under Bu Quegan couldn't help but tremble again.
They had watched the entire process clearly.
Although they didn't know how Ye Fan did it, it didn't prevent them from understanding the outcome.
Torment!
Absolute torment!
And the kind that never ends!
Previously, Ye Fan had helped them deal with their enemies, and he hadn't shown any intention of blaming them afterward.
This led them to believe that Ye Fan, this mighty figure, was a good-tempered person and wouldn't pursue the matter further.
However, everything Ye Fan had done just now made them inwardly exclaim, "Pervert!"
How could a psychologically twisted big shot let them off the hook without holding a grudge?!
The reason he hadn't acted was probably because he hadn't figured out the specific way to torture them yet...
The more they thought about it, the more panicked they became.
The more they thought, the more despair they felt.
The more this was the case, the more they were convinced that Ye Fan was psychologically disturbed.
They even felt that their current state of mind was part of the big shot's torment!
Thinking of this, they even felt like shouting at Ye Fan.
Mighty one, please grant us a swift end!
Don't torture us like this!
"The Nightmare and its new friends are having a great time. Let's not disturb them," Ye Fan said, pointing to the newly appeared exit. "Let's continue."
The moment they crossed the gate.
"Damn it!"
"This lazy bum has shown off!"
...
After passing through the corridor behind the door, everyone arrived in a spacious palace.
This palace was about a hundred zhang in size.
Judging by its layout, decorations, and carvings, it must have been very magnificent in the past.
Unfortunately, it had now been corroded by time and was dilapidated, utterly devoid of aesthetic appeal.
The palace appeared empty, with a single throne standing solitary at the far end.
"These carvings and decorations..." Guard Zhang San murmured, "are vastly different from the current style..."
"At least twenty thousand years old," Bu Quegan immediately chimed in.
While cultivation and combat weren't Bu Quegan's forte, as a standard prodigal prince, he was quite knowledgeable about antiques.
Twenty thousand years was just a conservative estimate!
Some of the decorations and scripts were completely lost arts, suggesting the true age was likely much, much older.
It was a pity the hall was too badly decayed by time, otherwise, Bu Quegan might have gone mad and tried to dismantle some of it to take back...
After briefly determining that the hall held no value for plunder, Bu Quegan and the others shifted their gaze to the throne at the far end.
If there was anything of potential value left in this hall, it could only be the throne.
Ye Fan pondered for a moment and stepped towards the throne.
"Wait..." Guard Zhang San and the others started to speak, then stopped.
They had originally intended to remind Ye Fan that there might be dangerous formations along the way.
But considering Ye Fan's status as a super-mighty figure, they quickly desisted.
If they could think of it, wouldn't a mighty figure like him already know?
Furthermore, they couldn't discern any signs of formations, so saying anything would be useless.
What if they annoyed the mighty figure because of this and brought about their own demise...
"What's wrong?" Ye Fan turned and looked at them.
"Nothing... nothing... Senior, please be careful..." Zhang San and the others replied with forced smiles.
However, their smiles were more like crying than laughing...
"Ye Fan, be careful," Liang Rujing tugged his arm and whispered a reminder.
"Yes, Brother Ye, you must be careful," Bu Quegan echoed. "Don't let anything happen to you. I'm still waiting for you to be my subordinate."
Hearing this, Zhang San and the others were so scared they almost slapped Bu Quegan.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Ye Fan replied casually and continued forward.
In fact, he had noticed it long ago.
The hall was set up with more than one major formation.
Some even had a wicked arrangement of composite formations and layered formations!
A composite formation wasn't simply a matter of setting up several formations.
Each major formation echoed with the others, utilizing factors like formation energy recirculation to create new energy cycles, thereby greatly enhancing the formations' power.
If the power of an ordinary formation was 1, the power of a composite formation would be at least 10.
Layered formations were even more monstrous.
Their power was definitely beyond 100!
From his earlier conversation with Bu Quegan, Ye Fan had learned the strength of his four guards.
If these monstrous formations were triggered, his four subordinates at Void Comprehension Tier 6 would be reduced to dust!
Of course.
Saving these people was just a secondary objective.
Ye Fan's main purpose was to test his own hypothesis.
Based on his experience from his previous 99 lives, the "dog system" had different limits at different stages.
Only when he, the host, reached a certain level of strength would the dog system become more powerful.
If these formations before him exceeded the system's capacity, wouldn't he be able to die successfully?
Of course, there was another possibility.
That was that the so-called capacity of the dog system was an illusion.
The dog system would only provide corresponding resources when his cultivation reached a certain height.
In any case, it was worth a try.
If he could actually die, that would be fantastic!
He had lived long enough anyway!
As long as he could get rid of the dog system, what was there to fear about death?!
Even if he transmigrated again after death and became the system's tool, it wouldn't be any different from now.
It certainly wouldn't be worse.
Perhaps others would think Ye Fan was crazy for thinking this way.
After all, only those who had experienced being tricked for 99 lifetimes could truly understand.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Fan strode towards the throne.
[......]
[Host, please stop your brainless behavior!]
[If you walk any further, you'll die!]
[At least give me some time to resolve this, alright?!]
[Damn it! You're really a dog!]
[Preparing to forcibly dismantle formations, estimated energy consumption will be tenfold.]
[Forcibly dismantling...]
[......]
...
"Boom boom boom—!"
"Boom boom boom—!"
"Boom boom boom—!"
...
Sounds of explosions echoed from various parts of the hall, and the resulting dust instantly engulfed Ye Fan.
Liang Rujing and the others watched the dust cloud ahead nervously.
[Host, I f***ing...]
[You f***ing...]
A gust of wind blew, and the dust in the hall dissipated.
The ground was covered in cratered blast marks, but the power seemed not to be very great.
Ye Fan, however, stood intact before the throne, looking at it thoughtfully.
Everyone quickly walked over.
A pile of armor lay scattered casually on the throne, and a sword was stuck beside it.
It seemed that due to the long passage of time, the owner's bones had long since decomposed.
The armor and the sword looked dull and gray, utterly failing to resemble any treasures.
Except for Ye Fan, everyone else was somewhat disappointed.
As expected, this should be the main tomb.
They had gone through so much trouble, only to get nothing...
They even wondered if this large tomb had already been explored by someone else?
Otherwise, why was it so clean?
"This sword is a good item." Seeing their disappointment, Ye Fan gestured.