Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1087 - 195:

Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils continuously scanned over them, then he showed an expression of sympathy.

In fact, behind each enchanting silhouette, if the illusion was dispelled, one could see a small jar placed at regular intervals along the white path, each jar crowned with a copper mirror.

Within the jars lay their respective ashes, and the copper mirrors reflected scenes from their past lives.

This ethereal atmosphere had surprisingly been crafted in such a manner.

The only solace was that there were no signs of resentment attached to them, indicating they had not died by foul play.

Fortunately, this was the case; otherwise, this Immortal Palace's path would have been haunted by ominous winds and ghostly wails.

Li Zhiyuan had a good memory; he remembered all the stone carvings he passed earlier and realized that the distinct attire of these dancing girls and songstresses could be matched to those engravings.

They only appeared on the small stone slabs; the smaller the stone slab, the more figures it depicted, typically showing scenes of nobles leading a large entourage.

They had been brought here; although along this white path, they seemed numerous, in reality, on those roughly carved groups on the small slabs, they were just a small handful.

Not a burial sacrifice, at least not a forced one.

Earlier in the classroom, Li Zhiyuan used the shadows to create puppets, and he noticed that those shadows were quite useful. Without resentment or evil qi, the puppets formed were pure and without impurities, resulting in higher success rates.

Back then, he thought it was the long-term immersion effect of those jade liquids that erased any resentments. After all, a massive tide of corpses typically accompanies killing and slaughter; it's impossible not to spawn grievances.

But the dancing girls and songstresses here didn't have that; they weren't immersed.

Zhao Yi: "Brother Zuiyuan, when you made puppets before, did those shadows have any grudges on them?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Li Zhiyuan: "None, they were very clean."

Zhao Yi: "So, they... all willingly died here?"

Li Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Because that's the only explanation.

Zhao Yi: "What was it that attracted them to willingly die here?"

After asking this question, Zhao Yi and Li Zhiyuan turned around and looked back. After walking for so long, they could faintly see a blurry shadow of that pure white archway.

For the sake of becoming immortals!

When a twelve-story tower eventually appeared ahead, it indicated that this long white path was finally nearing its end.

Twelve stories wasn't particularly high, but because it stood isolated here, if one accounted for the unfathomable depths below, the tower would really be ridiculously towering.

Atop the tower was a bell, and the bell chimes heard before had come from here. Astonishingly, the sound could float so far, not only past the white path, through the archway but even penetrated the turbulent whirlpool.

The eleven other floors were all tightly sealed, exuding solemnity and majesty.

In front of the tower, there was a plaza shaped like a "凸".

At the topmost part was an ornate pavilion.

Its four wings extended in an exaggerated manner, like a giant umbrella, covered densely with all kinds of paintings: legends of immortals, stories, and characters, a truly comprehensive display.

Beneath the pavilion was a table lavishly laden with a feast.

Upon seeing this, Tan Wenbin immediately appeared nauseated, recalling the time when he cluelessly followed Brother Xiao Yuan and Run Sheng, eating many unclean things.

Heaven knows what these exquisite dishes on the table really are!

Run Sheng kept inhaling deeply; although still a distance away, he couldn't help but salivate, constantly swallowing his own spit.

Upon walking onto that platform and looking down into the inclined recesses on both sides, they discovered countless corpses kneeling inside, all perfectly preserved as if still alive, all in poses of kneeling or praying, with differing postures in their gestures.

These corpses, layer upon layer, knelt on the ones below and were simultaneously kneeled upon by those above. While not entirely seamless, it radiated a certain order, meticulously observing precedence and positioning.

The clothing and accessories on these kneeling corpses were all made from the finest, most extravagant materials.

Yu Miaomiao's eyes were gleaming, although she was severely injured, arriving here ignited her excitement entirely.

Zhao Yi pointed at the kneeling corpse pits on both sides and said, "Hard train seats."

Then, he pointed to the towering structure, "Luxury sleeper."

Eventually, everyone entered the pavilion, and the dishes on the table inside were still emitting heat, making the scene incredibly bizarre.

Without a word, Tan Wenbin pasted a Heart Clearing Charm on himself, ruling out the possibility of being enchanted and having hallucinations, confirming that the dishes were indeed steaming.

"I originally thought attending the feast and dining was just a metaphor, but it seems there truly was a host here cooking for us?"

Yu Miaomiao cast a disdainful glance at Tan Wenbin and said:

"What an ignorant fellow, there's no host here.

This place has unique conditions; if the corpses can be preserved, why not the dishes? Furthermore, there's underground fire hidden beneath that stone table, connected with the array pattern to continuously produce heat, causing the white steam to rise.

If there really was a host waiting here, when obviously there are eight of us, why are there nine stone chairs around the table, and why didn't the host remove one chair beforehand?"

Tan Wenbin replied, "Doesn't the host have to sit as well?"

Yu Miaomiao sneered, "Heh, there isn't even a main seat designated here. This is clearly a seat-less arrangement."

Tan Wenbin looked at Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi nodded.

"Oh, so that's the saying."

Tan Wenbin counted the stone chairs again; there were indeed nine.

In fact, this perfectly matched Li Zhiyuan's group of six and Yu Miaomiao's group of three, totaling nine chairs.

"Buzz!!"

The bell unexpectedly tolled again.

Everyone was startled, instinctively looking up towards the top floor of the high tower.

They saw no one ringing the bell, seemingly operated by the internal array, set to ring on its own timing.

Exhale...

Everyone except Li Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Yu Miaomiao, who was previously certain there wasn't a host, felt relieved.

But just as everyone relaxed, from the top floor window,

a human face peeked out.

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Today, I diligently wrote ten thousand words. As for the word count promised yesterday, I'll make up for it another time. Sorry, and thanks for your understanding!