The Gate of Life and Death 3

mistress”“She saw that Jiang Qiyun was devoted to you, so she felt both resentful and jealous. She's the heir of the Shen family! The crazy woman of the Shen family is more like it! No wonder Old Ma...Bai Ni had no way to deal with the black mist that absorbed living energy. It didn't even dare to go into the water.

Beneath the surface of the great river, currents churned unseen. The black mists swirled like a pollution source, staining the water dark.

The panicked crowd immediately rushed back, helping the elderly and children, while Bai Ni suddenly lashed her tail, destroying a makeshift shelter. The chaotic wooden planks came crashing down, burying the old monster's body.

However, he could transform into black mist, wisps of it seeping out from the cracks.

By the time he solidified back into human form, I had already rallied them and ordered them to flee towards the mausoleum.

If the spirits would allow me to enter the tomb, I hope its path leads me not to death.

The entrance to the tomb passage had collapsed halfway, and so many things had been moved in. The air inside was more oxygenated than before during this period, but the air in the depths of the passage was stifling, and it couldn't accommodate so many people hiding there.

Mù Wǎn Chén and the Emperor, along with Jì Dú Xīngjūn, were setting up an array over there. If they made too much noise, they should feel something amiss here.

While the old monster's black mist hadn't gathered, I led those people through the forest as fast as we could. I didn't dare give any orders and rush into the mausoleum until I saw a woman holding a newborn baby—that was the child I had helped deliver.

Seeing her with a strap binding the child to her chest, her arms tightly holding the little one, branches scraping her face, she didn't even seem to notice. This sight, I can't bear it, I just can't bear it.

A physician's heart is like that of a parent. Although I am not a doctor, having been exposed to so much pain and helplessness, I haven't become numb, but rather more compassionate.

"Your Highness! Where are we retreating to The only place that offers shelter from the storm now is Mount Death's End!" a man by my side asked anxiously.

One cannot go to the mountain where one dies.

That was the real Jedi.

"...to the tomb," I hesitated, saying softly.

Tomb.

The man was taken aback, repeating softly.

I looked at him, the hesitation in his eyes vanished instantly, and he nodded, saying, "The Princess has given an order, I will pass it down immediately!"

This is the first time I've ever experienced so many people fleeing.

Forest, paths, terraces, cableways, stone steps... I ran to the tomb's location.

I don't know when this tomb was built, but the fact that a mountain had to be excavated for it suggests it was constructed during the peak of the Wu tribe's power.

The gate of the passageway had collapsed halfway, with rubble piled on one side, leaving only half a doorframe as an entrance.

The guard soldiers, seeing us running towards them, tightened their grip on their bows and spears, their faces a mixture of panic and confusion. They clearly had seen something amiss in the distance.

"Little Princess, shall we go in" the old man at the front, carried over by the young people, gasped and asked me.

The black mist of the distant barrier seemed to have been contained, but on the surface of the river, a black mist was still spreading and churning. Tendrils of black mist gathered together, seemingly about to coalesce into a pitch-black humanoid form.

This panic wasn't just me, everyone was on edge, the cries of babies were especially piercing.

Someone couldn't hold back any longer and growled, "Make your child shut up! What are we going to do when that monster is attracted here!"

"You guys aren't coming with us, so either drop the kid! He's making too much noise, how are we supposed to hide him"

Such words seemed to ignite fear, and many people vented their anger on the baby and its mother.

The child's father stood between his wife and son, trying to protect them, but he was outnumbered. The recent disasters, both natural and man-made, had pushed people to the brink of collapse. While Mu Wanchen was fine, when he wasn't around, everyone felt uneasy and restless.

At this moment, standing before the tomb and looking at the deep passage, the fear of death caused these people's anger to begin to erupt indiscriminately.

I'm too lazy to try and reason with them, and I don't want to suppress this anger. Let them burn it out; they'll probably be easier to manage once they've cooled down.

But a little baby still needs protection, or some hot-headed and irrational person might just snatch the child and throw them off a cliff.

When the woman saw me walking past, she was frightened and hugged her child close, hiding backward.

I whispered, "Hold the child for me. No one dares to take it."

She was taken aback for a moment, her eyes showing hesitation and reluctance. Her man immediately snatched the child from her arms and handed it to me: "Little Princess, you... please..."

I fastened my child's sling to myself and whispered, "Don't worry, these people won't dare to mess with me. Just follow me."

Seeing me hold my child in front of my chest, those people all shut their mouths.

"Come on... who has a torch Light one, and have the people behind line up and come in one by one. The steps down here are narrow, don't walk side-by-side, or you'll fall." I commanded in a low voice.

Someone couldn't help but shout, "Your Highness, are you bringing us into the tomb to have us all die inside!"

"This is the burial ground of the shamans. If we die inside, we won't receive the protection of the shaman clan! If we must die, let us do so in our ancestral temple!"

“Yes, Your Highness, things have come to this. You are helpless now. If there’s truly no way out, tell us, and we will flee in all directions! Please don’t take us into the mausoleum!”

I roared in exasperation, "Shut up! Mu Wanchen hasn't returned yet! Do you want to rebel"

"...."

"I've seen the shapeshifting forms of divine beasts before, and it told me to open the tomb. It said that the Yin-Yang Gate of Life and Death was the way out, so I brought you all here!" I said, forcing a brave face.

Who knew that once I opened my mouth, their eyes changed.

One by one, they transitioned from savagery to calmness, their eyes fixed on me with devout reverence.

"Your Highness, are you saying that you received a revelation"

"Huh Revelation I guess so..." I didn't understand why they suddenly became so obedient.

As soon as the words left his mouth, an old man took the lead and knelt down.

In the darkness, a crowd of people surged, suddenly becoming solemn and quiet, each kneeling at the entrance of the tomb passage.

He didn't care about the stones on the ground or the danger behind him.

The devout bowed deeply and said, "Ancestors bless us, every time in a moment of crisis, protecting our descendants... We persevere through hardship, because we are expecting the ancestors to show us a sign, and point us towards a path to life."

"The little princess is indeed a blessed one, she has brought us hope and vitality. At this moment, we even receive guidance from our ancestors, surely she will lead us out of danger..."

My goodness, these people are way too into ancestor worship! I say a little enlightenment and they immediately cling to it like a life raft.

History books say that sorcerers can control the fate of a nation, and there's evidence to support this.

Their reverence for the future made them treat even the smallest "revelation" as divine decree.

The torches were lit, and everyone followed me step by step into the corridor.

At the beginning, the passage was still filled with things moved out from the Wuling Palace. Everyone's mood wasn't that heavy yet. As they started walking down, the atmosphere began to become gloomy and oppressive.

Step by step down, the staircase with a slight arc, seems straight but actually starts to spiral downwards in a large circle.

A young man holding a torch stood before me, suddenly trembling all over and whispered, "Little, Little Princess..."

"What's wrong"

"Here... cough... is there, there's a ghost here..."

Someone who is maliciousof a sinkhole at the bottom of a waterfall.Is this the wayThe little boat continued to drift forward, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut suddenly—A wide, shallow river came i...