The outer edge of the Great Emperor’s tomb!
The Third Patriarch was racking his brains over the formation before him, trying to figure out how to blast a hole and get out.
At this moment, only Xue Wuhen, who was barely alive, remained by his side.
“Damn it all, this time I’ve really taken a huge loss!”
The Third Patriarch mumbled to himself.
Ever since he’d swiped that Darkblood War Axe, he’d been guessing this place was likely a Great Emperor’s tomb.
He figured that since he was already here, he couldn’t just hang around the outskirts without venturing inside to snatch some benefits—even scraps from a Great Emperor’s fingertips could make him rich.
However, after several attempts to enter the tomb’s interior, he hit a wall. Seeing the crumbling great formation, he feared that if he forced his way in and the formation collapsed, he’d be trapped inside and done for.
The Third Patriarch decided to retreat first and come up with another plan back at the sect!
He glared at the water-like barrier of the formation before him—the last layer separating the inside of the tomb from the outside. It was also the thinnest weak spot he’d found after scouting for ages.
“This blasted formation is harder than a piece of cow dung!”
The Third Patriarch had completely lost his patience, veins bulging on his forehead.
He glanced sideways at Xue Wuhen, got even more annoyed the more he looked, and raised his hand to slap him.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed sharply through the silent tomb passage.
Xue Wuhen’s head snapped to the side, and he just let out a couple of groans before going limp.
By now, he was almost used to this kind of treatment—this old bastard kept smacking him on the head every now and then.
He was even starting to wonder if he should train his iron skull technique once he got out.
Xue Wuhen, still completely baffled, had no idea how he had offended this terrifying old madman.
Why had this scourge targeted him and dragged him all the way to this ghostly place, torturing him over and over?
This old lunatic was the one greedy for the Great Emperor’s treasures, triggered the trap, and got himself into danger—and now he’s blaming ME?!
“All of this is your stupid brats’ fault! If I hadn’t been cleaning up your mess, would I have fallen into this hellhole?!”
The Third Patriarch cussed and cursed, knowing full well he was just venting, but he couldn’t hold back the anger without letting it out.
He stopped paying attention to Xue Wuhen and focused entirely on the barrier ahead.
He’d tried several ways to break the formation, but each only made it tremble and never crack.
“To hell with it! Open up for me!”
The Third Patriarch’s eyes widened as he went all out.
His Saint King realm power erupted fully, his spiritual light condensing into a towering giant’s phantom. He clenched his right fist.
“E A R T H – S H A T T E R I N G – F I S T!”
He roared, unleashing all his strength, along with a shred of destructive force drawn from the Darkblood War Axe, slamming it without reservation into the weakest point of the formation barrier!
BOOM!
An earth-shattering blast erupted like the birth of a new universe!
The resilient barrier, under such concentrated and savage pounding, finally gave out, letting out a wail as it shattered into pieces!
A twisting hole filled with chaotic space rifts instantly appeared!
Yet, at that same moment the formation broke—
RUMBLE—!!!
As if a chain reaction had been triggered, or the final seal had been torn apart,
the entire Great Emperor’s tomb, which had lain silent for ten thousand years, let out a heaven-shaking roar!
A terrifying tremor, a hundred times more intense than before, rumbled from the tomb’s deepest depths. Countless forbidden runes collapsed simultaneously, Emperor Dao principles erupted in chaos, the ground shook, mountains swayed, and boulders rained down like a storm!
“Shit! The great formation is completely collapsing!”
The Third Patriarch’s expression shifted dramatically as he instantly understood what had happened.
That single punch of his had not only broken open the exit but had also become the final straw, utterly detonating this great emperor’s tomb!
“Go!”
He no longer cared about anything else. He grabbed the dazed and battered Xue Wuhen, who had nearly been swept away by the spatial rift, and transformed into a streak of bloody light, fleeing without looking back through the shattered formation’s opening as if his life depended on it.
Behind him, the seal of the emperor’s tomb collapsed completely. An indescribable, boundless imperial might, mingled with the deathly stillness of ten thousand ages, surged upward like a primordial flood that had broken a dam.
A chaotic pillar of light tore through the sky, and the phantom of an ancient palace rose and fell, manifesting between heaven and earth...
At this moment, because of that “final punch,” the great emperor’s tomb blasted open and revealed itself to the world!
A thunderous, oppressive roar—so deep it seemed to come from the very heart of the Nine Netherworld, yet also as if it had pierced through time from the distant, primordial era—erupted!
The entire region of Huangzhou—no, the very land of the entire Eastern Domain—shook violently with that sound!
Countless mountains swayed, rivers flowed backward, birds and beasts fled in terror, and cities trembled!
This was no ordinary earthquake or clash of powerful cultivators.
Atop a solitary peak, Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Mo Yu all changed expressions simultaneously. Raising their heads, their gazes shot like lightning toward the eastern horizon.
Following the mighty roar came an indescribable, slow but unstoppable, desolate and vast terror—a pressure so immense it could crush all of history. Like an invisible tide, it spread from the east, permeating the entire world!
A heavy, solemn aura filled heaven and earth, chilling the heart.
Countless cultivators, regardless of where they were or their level of cultivation, all felt an inexplicable weight settle on their hearts in that moment—as if a massive boulder pressed down on their very souls. Those of lesser cultivation turned pale, their spirits wavering, nearly forced to kneel.
“What… what is this commotion?”
Mo Yu’s expression was solemn. Within him, the Qilin bloodline stirred restlessly, issuing a series of warning cries. This pressure made even the pride ingrained in his blood shudder!
Xiao Ruobai frowned deeply. His War God bloodline sensed a certain oppression.
This pressure was too ancient and vast, bearing an inviolable, supreme majesty—yet it also faintly revealed a sense of deathly stillness accumulated over ten millennia. It was by no means an aura from ordinary experts or rare treasures.
Fang Hanyu’s sharp brows furrowed, and a keen gleam gathered in his eyes. He seemed to be straining to perceive and analyze the essence of this power beyond his comprehension.
This pressure made even him feel a chill in his heart, instinctively wanting to draw his sword.
Just then, a thought flashed through Xiao Ruobai’s mind.
The great emperor’s tomb!
That was it!
Xiao Ruobai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock within him, and turned to look at Fang Hanyu. “Younger Brother! This pressure… could it be?!”
Fang Hanyu realized it almost at the same time.
“Our master once said that the great emperor’s tomb in which the Third Patriarch was trapped would manifest in one month. Counting the days, it should be within these few days!”
“What?! The great emperor’s tomb?!”
Mo Yu, who had been listening to their exchange, turned his head sharply. His crimson eyes bulged wide, and his face was filled with extreme shock and bewilderment. He even wondered if he had misheard.
“You mean… the tomb of an ancient great emperor has appeared?!”
A great emperor—what kind of existence was that?
Every one of their tombs could be called an absolute forbidden zone, holding unimaginable opportunities, but also accompanied by terrifying killing traps capable of burying even saints!
And now, something from legends had actually emerged?!
Xiao Ruobai shot him a look and said in a deep voice, "That's right, it is the tomb of an ancient emperor. The signs have now appeared, and the imperial might descends upon us—there can be no mistake."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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