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."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
