Chapter 1247: White Bone Tomb Killing Trap | Trận Vấn Trường Sinh
Trận Vấn Trường Sinh - Updated on October 18, 2025
White bones, like a forest, and graves, like mountains, were stacked upon each other, pristine yet eerie.
This was the forbidden land of the Shugu Tribe, the Boneyard.
The “Land of the End,” sealed off by the Guidao Ren with a famine, encompassed dozens of large and small mountain realms, including the Grade Three Zhuque Mountain Realm.
The Boneyard was located in the heart of the Zhuque Mountain Realm, and thus was not engulfed by the famine.
At this moment, the eerie white bone forest was stained with fresh blood.
The Shugu Great Chieftain, half-demonized and half-rotting, was pierced through the chest by General Lugu’s demon-slaying bone blade, nailed to the ground, and on the verge of death.
Surrounding them were numerous corpses.
These bodies belonged to the Great Chieftain’s confidantes, as well as Lugu’s Jin Dan barbarian generals and many barbarian soldiers.
The blood from the corpses flowed across the land.
Many bone trees were snapped, and some peripheral gravestones were shattered, indicating a fierce and arduous battle had taken place.
Now, the battle was over, and everything had settled.
The Great Chieftain had been defeated by Lugu, and his life force was slowly ebbing away.
This was Mo Hua’s second time seeing the Shugu Great Chieftain.
This time, he was closer, and Mo Hua could clearly see the deep, furrowed wrinkles on the Great Chieftain’s face and his turbid, hawk-like eyes.
These eyes surely held many stories, some arduous, some sordid.
But now, these stories would all fade away with the Shugu Great Chieftain’s life.
This would likely be Mo Hua’s last time seeing the Shugu Great Chieftain.
He played chess, and playing chess inevitably involved sacrificing pieces; a cold chess player would not care too much about the story of a single piece.
The Shugu Great Chieftain raised his turbid eyes and glanced at Mo Hua.
This was also his second time seeing Mo Hua.
But this time, he dared not ignore this incongruous youth, dressed like a shaman.
Because during the recent skirmish, it was Mo Hua who commanded Lugu to kill.
It was he who directed the Yuan Gu Heavy Armored Soldiers.
It was he who revealed his weaknesses to Lugu, allowing Lugu to break his bone-demonized body with the demon-slaying bone blade and take his own dying life.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator commanding ancestral heavy armored soldiers.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator commanding a late-stage Jin Dan general.
And Lugu, with his arrogant nature, actually obeyed his every word.
Obeying a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Even if the Shugu Great Chieftain was foolish, he now understood.
He understood whose hands he had most likely fallen into.
He desperately wanted to know the identity of this youth who had outmaneuvered him, causing his life’s work to come to naught.
But it was too late; his life had reached its end.
Heaven had not granted him more years.
The Shugu Great Chieftain, once a formidable hero in his youth, was now at the end of his life, like a decaying piece of deadwood, filled only with the fear of death:
“To the victor go the spoils… I struggled with all my might my entire life, paid such a great price… yet in the end… it was all for nothing…”
“In this life, what is Dao, and what is Immortality…”
After saying this, the Shugu Great Chieftain died with his eyes open.
A generation’s hero met his end, but not a glorious one.
He died in a tribal internal conflict, at the hands of his own general, and even before his death, there was no tragic duel.
Age had weakened him too much; time had been too cruel to him.
But Lugu let out a long sigh of relief. After personally slaying his enemy, the pent-up sorrow in his chest finally eased a little.
It was enough to console the spirit of his deceased brother.
Now, only one thing remained…
Lugu turned to Mo Hua. “Shaman Mo, I will offer the Great Chieftain’s heart to our ancestors; this is a custom of our Shugu Tribe.”
Mo Hua didn’t know what this custom was, but he nodded. “Alright.”
Lugu then cut open the Great Chieftain’s chest, dug out his heart, and, holding it bloody in one hand, walked deeper into the Boneyard.
Lugu had said the Boneyard was perilous, but walking inside, apart from the endless white bones and an unsettling silence, there was nothing unusual.
Everyone continued deeper.
Lugu held the Shugu Great Chieftain’s heart.
Tie Shugu and others carried the Great Chieftain’s body.
They walked until they reached a colossal bone tomb even deeper inside.
This bone tomb was majestic and solemn, sealed within, seemingly burying many ancestors of the Shugu Tribe.
Lugu stopped and ordered Tie Shugu to place the Great Chieftain’s body on a bone table before them.
He himself placed the Great Chieftain’s heart in a white bone bowl before the altar.
Mo Hua asked, “This is…”
Lugu replied, “This is a custom of our Shugu Tribe. After the death of any Great Chieftain, regardless of their merits or faults in life, they must be sacrificed in this ancestral bone tomb. Only after offering their heart to the Shugu Tribe can their body be buried in the bone tomb and find peace.”
At this point, Lugu’s gaze darkened slightly. “Perhaps the Great Chieftain… sensed his lifespan was nearing its end and knew his fate was sealed, which is why he came to the Boneyard, wanting to die before his ancestors.”
Lugu held a grudge against the Great Chieftain, but now that the Great Chieftain was dead, his words carried a hint of respect.
Mo Hua nodded.
Lugu then looked at Tie Shugu, who had remained silent, and said, “Tie Shugu, you may perform the sacrificial dance.”
Mo Hua was a little surprised. “Tie Shugu needs to dance for this too?”
Lugu explained, “Tie Shugu is named after ‘bone,’ and his ancestors were shamanic cultivators who served the Barbarian God and specialized in sacrificial dances.”
“Oh…” Mo Hua nodded.
No wonder he always felt Tie Shugu danced very well; it turned out his ancestors had a lineage.
It seemed his judgment in asking Tie Shugu to dance was quite accurate.
Tie Shugu glanced at Lugu, then secretly at Mo Hua. After a moment of hesitation, he walked resolutely onto the altar before the giant bone tomb.
He began to dance, his movements somewhat comical, ancient, initially like a walking beast, then like a bird, but by the end, he was like a fierce beast, with a ferocious face and slightly twisted limbs, imbued with a desperate ferocity.
Mo Hua frowned. “What kind of dance is this? I’ve never seen it.”
Lugu, however, did not answer him.
Mo Hua’s frown deepened.
Soon, Tie Shugu’s dance reached its climax.
He took out a bone tablet, on which some prayers to the ancestors were written in his blood.
The bone tablet was placed in the white bone sacrificial bowl containing the Great Chieftain’s heart and melted away with the blood.
The blood characters on the bone tablet vanished, seemingly transmitted to the ancestors.
With a look of piety and resolve, Tie Shugu swiftly drew a dagger, plunged it into his own heart, and then collapsed to the ground, his life extinguished, his breath gone.
Dan Zhu, the Young Master of the Dan Que Tribe, paled. “Life Sacrifice?!”
Chi Feng suddenly became alarmed and immediately looked at Lugu, only to find that Lugu had, at some point, drawn his demon-slaying bone blade, and its menacing edge was slashing towards the unsuspecting Mo Hua.
“How dare you?!”
Chi Feng gripped his right hand, pulling out a long spear, and blocked it in front of Mo Hua.
A sharp gleam flashed in Lugu’s eyes. The blade light suddenly flared, striking directly against Chi Feng’s long spear. The fierce force from the blade overpowered the spear, cutting into Chi Feng’s shoulder and leaving a deep wound.
Chi Feng suddenly realized that the true intention of Lugu’s attack was not to kill Shaman Mo, but to strike him.
First, he feigned an attack on Shaman Mo, baiting Chi Feng to intervene.
Then, while Chi Feng was hastily trying to save him, distracted, Lugu unleashed his full Jin Dan power, severely wounding him.
This temporarily disabled Chi Feng, a mid-stage Jin Dan combatant.
Severely injured, Chi Feng felt a chill in his heart and sternly rebuked:
“Lugu, what are you doing?”
Lugu snorted, not answering, and swung his blade again, aiming at Mo Hua.
Dan Zhu, seeing this, immediately rushed forward to save Mo Hua, but was also forced back by Lugu’s blade. Then the Four Shugu Oddities came forward and entangled Dan Zhu.
Lugu slashed at Mo Hua again.
The surrounding two hundred Yuan Gu Heavy Armored Soldiers formed a circle, intending to block Mo Hua.
But before they could fully encircle him, A-Da Gu, who had previously surrendered, led the Shugu Tribe’s heavy armored soldiers to block them.
The Dan Que Tribe and the Shugu Tribe, both barbarian soldiers wearing the same heavy armor, thus became embroiled in combat.
In this way, everyone who could help Mo Hua was restrained.
Lugu raised his blade again, slashing at Mo Hua. Mo Hua could only use his movement technique to evade.
But Lugu did not seem to genuinely intend to kill him. Instead, he used the late-stage Jin Dan blade force to block Mo Hua’s escape routes, forcing Mo Hua onto the bone tomb altar.
After that, Lugu stopped.
Once Mo Hua stood firm, he looked at the “betraying” A-Da Gu, then at Tie Shugu, who had sacrificed his life, and finally turned to Lugu, his expression calm:
“You’ve been planning this for a long time, haven’t you?”
Lugu nodded. “Yes.”
Mo Hua asked, “You want to kill me?”
Lugu’s expression was indifferent. “You are a demon, a demon that bewitches people… The one who killed my brother might have been Can Gu, or the Great Chieftain. But the one who truly kept my brother from resting in peace… was actually you. I cannot tolerate a demon playing with my brother’s corpse.”
Mo Hua asked him, “Why didn’t you just kill me directly?”
Lugu said, “You are not human; you cannot be killed in a ‘human’ way.”
“Won’t you try? What if I die when you kill me?” Mo Hua said.
Lugu shook his head.
Mo Hua’s words were clearly meant to tempt him, and he would not risk it by falling for a demon’s诱惑.
Mo Hua nodded and asked, “Then how do you plan to kill me?”
Lugu’s expression was solemn. “I’ve considered it for a long time and found no way; I cannot kill you. Though you are only Foundation Establishment, your ‘demonic power’ is too strong, too unfathomable. Even if I found a way to destroy your physical body, crush your head, or sever your limbs, it would only be eliminating a mere shell; it might not truly kill you.”
“Therefore… I can only ask the ancestors to kill you.”
Mo Hua showed an intriguing expression. “You can’t kill me, but your ancestors can?”
Lugu’s eyes were stern, filled with reverence. “The Shugu Tribe’s ancestors possessed an incredible grand shaman lineage. This lineage could erase any existence from the causal realm, through flesh and blood. But later generations were ignorant, and this lineage has been lost. So, to kill you, we must awaken the ancestors and have them bestow a curse to eradicate you, this demon, from its very root.”
Mo Hua’s expression clearly grew a few shades more serious. “Aren’t your ancestors dead? Can they still be awakened?”
Lugu, however, refused to answer, for the sacrifice had already begun.
After Tie Shugu finished his dance and sacrificed his soul.
The Boneyard began to tremble, and a blood-red mist started to spread.
From the depths of the enormous mausoleum, something seemed to be slowly awakening.
A suffocating sensation filled the hearts of everyone present.
Suddenly, a heart-stopping curse power spread throughout the surroundings.
Beneath Mo Hua’s feet, white bone claws emerged, tightly locking his feet and limbs.
Dan Zhu’s face drastically changed. He called out, “Shaman Mo!” Then, activating his Zhuque Xuan Huo Ling Yi, he lunged towards Mo Hua like a fiery meteor, intending to rescue him.
But halfway there, he was forced back by Lugu’s blade.
Dan Zhu, with blood on his lips, angrily rebuked:
“Lugu, your betrayal of Shaman Mo is unforgivable!”
Lugu sneered, “’Shaman Mo’ this, ‘Shaman Mo’ that, haven’t you noticed that your so-called Shaman Mo is not a normal person at all? Even the shamans of the royal court couldn’t possess such divine abilities. You, young man, are you truly foolish, or just pretending?”
Dan Zhu’s face was grim.
Lugu said coldly, “Or perhaps you suspected it in your heart but dared not admit it?”
Dan Zhu gritted his teeth, seemingly determined to save Mo Hua regardless of what Lugu said.
Lugu, having a soft spot for talent, seemed not to want to take Dan Zhu’s life, only saying coldly:
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. The sacrifice has begun, the ancestors have awakened. This altar is a cursed place. The white bone claws extending from the realm of the dead carry ancient cursed power; any mortal who touches them will die instantly. If you don’t value your life, and don’t care about the future of your tribe, you can go ahead and try.”
Dan Zhu’s expression was anxious, at a loss.
At this moment, Mo Hua, caught by the bone claws and unable to break free, calmly glanced at Dan Zhu and gently shook his head.
Meaning for him not to come over.
Dan Zhu’s heart tightened.
A mysterious smile played on Mo Hua’s lips, and he spoke gently:
“I am the Shaman of the Divine Lord. My life belongs to the Divine Lord. If I die here, it means the Divine Lord wills it. But if the Divine Lord does not wish me to die… no one, no curse, can kill me…”
Dan Zhu was stunned, murmuring, “Shaman Mo…”
Lugu also frowned tightly.
And just then, from the depths of the Boneyard mausoleum, an ear-splitting sound, unsettling to the heart, emanated.
It seemed to be the sound of bones rubbing together, accompanied by the creaking of a coffin opening.
Dense white bone hands emerged from beneath the ground, like blooming white bone flowers, layer upon layer, completely encasing Mo Hua’s body.
A purplish-red blood mist enveloped the altar entirely.
Mo Hua took one last look at everyone, then his face was covered by bone claws, and his body was completely swallowed by the purple mist.
Dan Zhu and Chi Feng and the others looked anxious.
Lugu’s gaze grew colder, but his frown deepened.
The depths of the Boneyard mausoleum were dark and gloomy, utterly devoid of light, completely isolated from the outside world.
At this moment, an ancient white bone coffin opened.
From within the coffin, a decayed body crawled out.
This body was very tall, but largely rotted away, half decaying flesh, half white bones, much like a living corpse from the underworld.
Its eyeballs had also rotted away, seeing nothing, only able to grope its way to the altar based on some memories from its life, lighting a soul lamp, mumbling something.
Its throat was also rotted, its voice indistinct:
“It has been… years… my unworthy descendants… have ruined my great plans… disturbing this old ancestor… to kill for them…”
“Cannot even die in peace…”
“I want to see… who… needs this old ancestor to kill…”