My name is Zhang Xuanling. I am the forbidden bloodline of a Celestial Master from Mount Longhu and the Zhang family of the Northeast.
Bearing a pure-blood qilin mark and the Celestial Master’s Legacy, I entered the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Coffin with a breathtakingly beautiful thousand-year-old female drought demon and began a deathlike seclusion.
Who knew that a century later, a group of uninvited guests would arrive at my peerless evil tomb?
After countless hardships, the Iron Triangle pried open my exquisite coffin.
The Fat One was so scared out of his wits that he shouted, “It’s a zombie!” and frantically stuffed black donkey hooves into the coffin.
Wu Xie’s legs gave out, and he slumped to the ground, crying, “How can there be a living person in this evil tomb?”
Zhang Qiling, hailed as the strongest fighter of all, had just drawn his black-gold ancient saber and prepared to fight.
The next second, he felt the absolute suppression of his bloodline deep in his soul.
With a clang, the black-gold ancient saber hit the ground.
The young master’s knees buckled, and he dropped to his knees, bowing his head. “Your unworthy descendant Zhang Qiling pays his respects to his ancestor!”
Wu Xie and the Fat One froze on the spot.
From then on, Zhang Xuanling, at the peak of his power after emerging from his coffin, led the Iron Triangle on a crushing run through this crossover tomb-raiding world overrun by demons and evil spirits!
Be it a thousand-year-old blood corpse or the ultimate secret behind the Bronze Gate, one strike of my Five-Thunder Orthodox Method will reduce them all to ashes!
What a mess