The game of the Emperor's Tomb has begun.
Blood, greed, death, and opportunities are intertwined in this Great Emperor's mausoleum, forming a cruel prologue.
And the real storm lies deeper and darker ahead.
The atmosphere of deathly stillness and killing is like thick ink, soaking every inch of space.
After the initial chaos, the surviving cultivators became more vigilant and cunning.
They no longer rushed blindly but began to advance cautiously in groups of sects or temporary teams. Their spiritual senses extended around like antennae, probing for possible traps and deadly threats.
However, the danger of the Emperor's Tomb far exceeded imagination.
Shrill screams echoed continuously. Cultivators kept falling in various unimaginable ways, and even their corpses could hardly be preserved.
The strong smell of blood and the resentful aura of scattered souls made this already gloomy corridor even more like a scene from hell.
The elimination has begun.
Those with insufficient strength or bad luck were quickly removed.
Those who could continue forward were at least the top-notch ones in the Celestial Realm or those with special protective magic treasures and great strength.
In a relatively forward position, several groups of people were advancing steadily.
The team of the Yaochi Holy Land was enveloped in a cold moonlight, fully resisting the thick dead air eroding from all directions and the all-pervasive Emperor's might.
The Holy Mistress Ji Qingyi walked at the front. Her face was calm, but every time she waved her fair hand, the moonlight she sent out accurately met the killing formation runes suddenly lighting up on the ground or the attacks shooting out from the walls.
She froze and offset them, creating a relatively stable small space for the disciples behind her in the violent energy turbulence.
The moonlight shield constantly rippled, obviously under great pressure.
The people of the Lingxiao Holy Land were surrounded by a layer of constantly fluctuating and flickering mysterious light, which now resembled a tough barrier.
The Holy Master Ling Canglan looked solemn, fully releasing his spiritual sense to perceive every subtle energy change in the environment.
The incoming attacks touched the mysterious light, causing it to tremble violently. With intense annihilation and consumption, they were barely resisted and deflected.
The team's advancing speed was not fast, and their steps were steady, showing a heavy feeling of pushing forward with profound cultivation.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a golden dragon phantom transformed from the imperial dragon qi falling from the jade seal above his head, emitting a low and majestic dragon roar. However, the dragon's body also looked a bit dim under the erosion of the dead air.
The dragon qi circled, forcibly crashing through and dispersing the incoming attacks, opening up a path.
The Buddha and Arhats of the Western Buddhist Sect had the Buddha light of the lotus platforms under their feet flickering. His incantations became more and more urgent and resounding. The "swastika" Buddha seals he transformed flew out one after another, violently colliding with and wearing down the surrounding ghosts and evil qi.
The place where the Buddha light and the dead air met made a "hissing" sound of burning, and they consumed each other. The advancing speed was not fast.
The Demon Lord of the Southern Demon Race rode on a violently churning demon cloud. The phantoms of thousands of demons in it let out painful roars. The demon cloud was constantly eroded and dissipated by the dead air and then replenished by his majestic demon power.
He adopted the most overbearing way, using the demon cloud to harden everything. The demon cloud was constantly weakened and then constantly condensed, slowly and firmly rolling forward.
These top-notch existences were all fully operating their cultivation bases, resisting the terrifying environment of the Great Emperor's mausoleum.
They walked at the forefront. For them, the Great Emperor's Tomb was also full of deadly threats at every step, like walking on thin ice.
Xiao Ruobai and his group were also advancing steadily.
Xiao Ruobai fully activated his War God Body, and his spiritual perception was enhanced to the extreme, often being able to sense danger in advance.
Fang Hanyu had a clear sword heart and was extremely sensitive to energy fluctuations. He drew his sword several times to break the hidden deadly threats.
Ling Xi was even more strange. There seemed to be an invisible whirlpool around her. When some poisonous energy attacks approached her, they would inexplicably weaken or even be swallowed.
The Black Jade Qilin Fire was extremely yang and strong, having a strong restraining effect on ghosts and dead air.
Fatty Wang constantly took out all kinds of strange talismans, which played a considerable auxiliary role.
The five of them cooperated more and more tacitly. Although their speed was not as fast as those big forces using their foundations, they were much faster than most scattered cultivators and small sects, steadily heading towards the depths of the corridor.
Meanwhile, in another area of the Emperor's Tomb.
The Third Patriarch was carrying Blood Traceless and walking slowly with the Second Patriarch and the Fourth Patriarch.
"Hey, Third, look over there," the Fourth Patriarch, who had the sharpest eyes, suddenly pointed at a wall not far away that seemed no different from the surrounding ones.
There was an extremely hidden depression on the wall. If you didn't look carefully, it almost blended in with the stone patterns.
"The spiritual power lines around that secret compartment are a bit interesting. It seems to hide something?"
Hearing this, the Third Patriarch stopped in his tracks and stared at it with his bell-like eyes.
Although he was not proficient in formations, he had a beast-like intuition about treasures and dangers.
Staring at the secret compartment for a few breaths, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth. "Hehe, Fourth, you're right. There's something going on. It's dangerous, but there might really be good stuff!"
Then he looked at the unconscious Blood Traceless.
"Wake up, stop sleeping. It's time to work."
With a flip of his big hand, he took out a fragrant vermilion pill from somewhere and flicked it with his finger. The pill accurately shot into Blood Traceless's slightly open mouth due to unconsciousness and slid down his throat.
The pill melted as soon as it entered the mouth, turning into a warm current that instantly swept through Blood Traceless's limbs and bones.
His originally ashen face regained its rosy color at a visible speed. The hidden injuries and highly poisonous substances accumulated in his body from the previous "pathfinding" were quickly dispelled and repaired.
Even the long-stagnant cultivation bottleneck faintly showed signs of loosening!
"Ugh..."
Blood Traceless let out a low groan. His long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was first blurred and then focused. What came into view was that familiar face that made his heart skip a beat!
He subconsciously wanted to move but found that although his body was full of warm strength, he was still being carried in the Third Patriarch's hand.
"Awake? Kid, you have a tough life!"
The Third Patriarch's palm as big as a cattail leaf fan patted Blood Traceless on the back, almost knocking him out again.
"See that slightly sunken place on the wall in front?"
Blood Traceless blankly looked in the direction the Third Patriarch pointed and indeed saw an inconspicuous secret compartment on the wall.
He could feel a faint dangerous aura emanating from there.
"Go, go over and see what good stuff is inside."
The Third Patriarch said it as a matter of course, as if instructing his own nephew to get an apple from the cabinet.
Blood Traceless's face turned pale, and his lips trembled.
Here we go again... I knew it...
I knew it would be like this.
The previous "pathfinding" experience had left a deep psychological shadow on him.
Looking at that place full of dangerous aura, although Blood Traceless had been mentally prepared, he had a premonition that as long as he went over there, with his cultivation in the Celestial Realm, he definitely couldn't withstand it.
"Tsk, look at your lack of courage!"
The Third Patriarch curled his lips. With his other hand, he rummaged in his bosom for a long time and took out a rhombus-shaped jade pendant that looked dull and unremarkable. He stuffed it into Xue Wuhen's hand.
"Take it! This is a reward from your old ancestor! This is a real treasure. It can automatically protect its master and block an attack from a Saint Realm expert at a critical moment! Don't worry and go. With this precious thing on you, you won't die!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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!
