Clouds Stir from Every Direction

At this moment, countless powers in the Eastern Domain—and even in other, more distant regions—were thoroughly shaken!

Everyone was now plunged into immense turmoil and suspicion!

“Heavens! Is the earth turning over? No! This feeling… my very soul is trembling!”

“Is some supreme being clashing in battle? A conflict that covers the entire Eastern Domain?!”

“No! Feel this pressure! It carries the aura of a Great Emperor! Could someone have achieved emperorship?!”

“Achieved emperorship?! Impossible! How could anyone suddenly become an emperor in this age?

This pressure seems to carry a stale, deathly stillness?”

“Deathly stillness?! Are you saying the tomb of an ancient Great Emperor has appeared?!”

“An Emperor’s Tomb?! You mean the burial site of a Great Emperor has emerged?!”

“Yes! It’s Emperor’s might! But this might is mixed with thick, ancient death aura and the scent of burial grounds! It’s an Emperor’s Tomb!

Some ancient Great Emperor’s mausoleum must have had its seal loosen and has fully appeared!”

“A heavenly opportunity! A Great Emperor’s legacy! Supreme imperial weapons!! Priceless scriptures! They’re right there!”

“Hurry! Go quickly! If we’re late, others will snatch it away!”

“Opportunity? Ha, more like a graveyard! Is a tomb of such a being easy to enter? Who knows how many will die!”

“Even if it’s a graveyard, it’s worth the gamble! The chance to become an emperor is right before our eyes!”

Panic, doubt, frenzy, greed, fear…

All kinds of emotions spread like a plague through the hearts of countless cultivators in the Eastern Domain, exploding within them!

From the depths of various holy lands, ancient aristocratic families, and imperial dynasties, countless powerful divine thoughts, dormant for who knows how many years, shot into the sky, intersecting and colliding, filled with shock and urgency.

“Emperor’s might! It’s an Emperor’s Tomb! Quickly locate its position!”

“In the Wasteland Prefecture! Hurry! Activate the cross-region teleportation array! Spare no expense!”

“Summon all elders and core disciples! An Emperor’s Tomb has appeared! The opportunity is before us—we cannot fail!”

“Notify the patriarch! Quickly!”

Streaks of light began to surge recklessly toward the Wasteland Prefecture, toward the source of the pressure and the phenomena!

In a remote mountain hollow, a plump figure was bent over, his rear end sticking up, lying face down on a relatively flat slab of bluestone. He was focused intently, carefully engraving something.

It was none other than Fatty Wang.

At this moment, his appearance was utterly miserable.

His originally neat Daoist robe was now covered in scorched black holes in patches, with strands of green smoke curling up.

His face was smeared black and white, his hair standing on end, making him look like a quail that had been struck by lightning eight hundred times.

Only those small eyes still flickered with the persistent light of “success or death.”

On the stone table before him lay three finished talismans. These were the fruits of his painstaking labor—after countless explosions, he had finally succeeded in making the “Enhanced Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Talisman”!

Though only a preliminary success, its power far exceeded the ordinary version he had used earlier to strike Wang Zhan, leaving him rather proud.

“Hmph… Fat Lord here refuses to believe it! Let me add a bit more this time and see if the power can increase even further!”

Fatty Wang muttered to himself, his chubby face covered in sweat and soot. At the tip of his brush, a drop of dazzling silver liquid condensed, radiating a violent, destructive aura—the essence of Thunder Source Liquid he had taken from the heart of the Wind Thunder Valley through a narrow escape.

Holding his breath, he carefully directed the brush tip toward the center of a blank beast-hide parchment, ready to trace the most crucial core formation pattern.

“Focus the spirit, unite heaven and man, pen moves like a dragon and snake, thunder follows my heart…”

Fatty Wang silently chanted some bizarre mantra he had picked up from an ancient text, his chubby hand steady as an old dog.

Well… maybe a little shaky.

The brush tip made contact, and the lines of mixed spiritual ink and Thunder Source Liquid slowly extended. A faint electric arc danced within the talisman symbols, emitting a soft crackling sound.

This was promising!

Delighted, Fatty Wang concentrated even harder.

Just then!

“BOOM!”

The entire mountain hollow shook violently! The stone table Fatty Wang was lying on jumped!

“Holy mother!!!”

Fatty Wang was so startled that all the fat on his body quivered, and the talisman brush in his hand slipped sharply!

“Sssssh—!!!”

The nearly completed core formation pattern instantly twisted and went out of control!

“Oh no!!!”

Fatty Wang was terrified. Without a second thought, he let go of the brush and rolled backward like a rubber ball at an incredible speed!

At the same time, he frantically activated dozens of defensive talismans he had already stuck on his body!

His movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking; having been blown up countless times before, Fatty Wang was now a seasoned expert.

“BOOM—!!!”

The moment he rolled away, the talisman parchment mixed with the precious Thunder Source Liquid erupted with a blinding silver-white flash, then exploded with a roar!

The violent power of thunder, combined with the destructive aura of the Thunder Source Liquid, instantly shattered the stone table into pieces, sending rocks flying everywhere!

What remained was a charred, blackened pit on the ground, with faint arcs of electricity still dancing inside, and the air thick with the smell of scorching and ozone.

“Ptooey! Ptoo, ptoo!”

Fatty Wang crawled out from a clump of grass over ten zhang away, covered in dust and ash. He spat out dirt and grass from his mouth, staring at the smoking pit and the half-burned talisman brush of lightning-struck wood lying by its edge. He was on the verge of tears.

“My talismans… my brush…!!!”

He beat his chest and stomped his feet, his heart aching so much it felt like it was cramping.

Before he could finish his lament, the vast, ancient, and terrifying Emperor’s might—seemingly capable of crushing eternity—swept over like an invisible tsunami!

“Thump!”

Fatty Wang was completely unprepared. Caught off guard by this sudden, overwhelming pressure, he plopped down onto the ground, his chubby face turning pale in an instant. His divine soul trembled violently, and he almost passed out.

“Ah, damn it! What the hell is this now?!”

He grimaced, feeling as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on his very soul, making it hard even to breathe.

Then he heard faint shouts, screams, and ecstatic roars carried on the wind from all directions.

“An Emperor’s Tomb! The tomb of a Great Emperor has appeared!”

“In the Wasteland Prefecture! Hurry! If we’re late, the opportunity will be lost!”

“Heaven blesses me! The chance for emperorship is right before my eyes!”

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment. He blinked his small eyes, and the pained expression on his face gradually gave way to extreme shock and confusion.

“An Emperor’s Tomb? It’s surfaced this quickly?” he murmured to himself.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Fatty Wang drew in a sharp breath, forgetting the pain of his blown-up talismans. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling and rolling as he stood up.

He slapped his thigh hard: “Big senior brother, second senior brother, third senior sister—they must have sensed it too! And Master, with something this big, Master definitely has a plan!”

His eyes darted around, and in an instant, the sorrow over his failed talisman making was cast aside, replaced by a mix of excitement, nervousness, and urgency.

“Let’s go, let’s go! Time to rendezvous! Grave robbing… exploring opportunities—that’s what Fatty Wang does best!”

He hurriedly brushed off his still-smoking, tattered Daoist robe, no longer caring about his appearance. He pulled out a crumpled Greater Teleportation Talisman, adjusted the direction, and muttered,

“Here I go!”