[When Fulai and his tomb-raiding companions failed to break through in one strike, they not only showed no sign of suspicion but became even more excited.]
[From their inner thoughts, you could tell that they believed a tomb with such sturdy defenses must contain treasures beyond their wildest imagination.]
[Brute force had failed, but these men still possessed spirit treasures and divine arts.]
[The divine arts they cultivated were basically all related to tomb raiding.]
[As Fulai and the others continued working, they also warned the cultivators on the mountain.]
["Everyone, if you have nothing to do here, you'd better leave as soon as possible. Once this ancient tomb is opened, I can't guarantee what dangers might emerge. Besides, even if you stay, don't expect to get a share of the treasures just because you happened to be here!"]
[Ji Wuqing gripped the sword in her hand and was about to step forward and stop them.]
["These bastards! They're even looting the tomb of our human race's Heavenly Emperor. What unfilial descendants!"]
[Ji Baiming grabbed Ji Wuqing.]
["Wait. They don't seem capable of shaking the Imperial Tomb. There's no harm in stopping them after they actually damage it. We're all wanted criminals, so let's avoid making unnecessary trouble."]
[You nodded at Ji Wuqing, warning her not to act rashly.]
[The group fiddled around for quite some time, but they never figured out what to do. Apart from prying loose a few stones, they had accomplished nothing.]
[Just as they were about to take things further, a group of residents from Shoumu Village climbed up the mountain.]
["Stop! You may not act recklessly upon the Imperial Tomb!"]
["These people are tomb raiders! They want to dig up the Imperial Tomb!"]
["Damn them! They'd even dig up their own ancestors' graves. Have they no conscience?"]
[The people of Shoumu Village were furious.]
[Armed with hoes, kitchen knives, spatulas, and other household tools, they surrounded the tomb raiders.]
[Fulai and the others stopped what they were doing. With a sneer, Fulai pointed at the group of mortals.]
["In consideration of the fact that your ancestral soup tastes pretty good, I'll give you a chance to get lost. Keep shouting, and I'll use you to fill the tomb!"]
[Fulai released a trace of his early Tongtian-realm aura. The mortals' legs began trembling on the spot, and they nearly all fell to their knees.]
[To everyone's surprise, the residents of Shoumu Village did not retreat in fear. Instead, they continued pressing forward, step by step.]
["Our ancestors left us an order! Protect the Imperial Tomb!"]
["If you want to dig up the Imperial Tomb, kill us first!"]
["Tomb-raiding scum! May your bloodline end with you!"]
[Hearing their curses, Fulai flew into a rage.]
["A bunch of mortals who don't know their place. I'll send you to meet your ancestors right now!"]
[Fulai raised the spirit treasure in his hand, which looked remarkably like a Luoyang shovel, and was about to sweep it toward the surrounding villagers.]
[At that moment, a powerful hand seized his Luoyang shovel, holding it firmly and preventing it from moving.]
[Fulai turned to glare furiously at you, who had suddenly appeared beside him.]
["Kid, mind your own business! You're only at the mid-stage of the Severed Earth realm. I could crush you with one hand!"]
["What if I insist on interfering?"]
["Then you're looking for death!"]
[The Luoyang shovel gleamed with murderous light. Blades burst from it in all directions, slicing you until your entire body was drenched in blood.]
[The residents of Shoumu Village cried out in alarm.]
["Hero, watch out!"]
[They were not worried about themselves. They were worried about you.]
[But clearly, their concern was unnecessary.]
[The wounds on your body quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.]
[Fulai froze for a moment before confidently constructing an explanation in his mind.]
[His inner thoughts: This kid has probably comprehended a divine ability that allows him to heal himself, something like “Head Renewal.” Hmph. I'll use “Calamity Dispelling” to neutralize his ability to regenerate.]
[You smiled at him.]
["Planning to use ‘Calamity Dispelling’?"]
[Fulai froze again.]
["Y-You know that?"]
["Everyone knows now."]
[You had just broadcast his inner thoughts to everyone.]
[The broadcast was still going.]
[Fulai's inner thoughts: What?! How can everyone outside hear what I'm thinking?! Damn it! I've been raiding tombs for hundreds of years and never encountered a ghost, and today I meet one! What kind of divine ability is this? How come I've never heard of it?!]
[His inner thoughts were broadcast to the entire crowd, drawing bursts of laughter.]
["Now it's my turn to attack."]
[While Fulai was distracted, you used “War Illusion God” to lock onto his weakness and struck him with a Lightspeed Punch.]
[Fulai was sent flying. His torso was blown clean through from front to back, and a cloud of blood mist filled the air.]
[The Luoyang shovel fell from his hand.]
["Collect!"]
[You immediately opened your Pot-Heaven space, pulling in both the spirit treasure and the storage pouch Fulai carried.]
[A storage pouch could not contain another storage pouch, but Pot-Heaven was a divine ability. The storage space it created could hold storage-type artifacts.]
[After dealing with Fulai, you glanced at the other tomb raiders and aimed the open Pot-Heaven space at them.]
["Are you coming in yourselves, or do I have to do it?"]
[Those men had just witnessed their boss, Fulai—a cultivator of the Tongtian realm—being taken down by you in a single exchange.]
[What else could they say? They immediately handed over all their possessions.]
["Great hero, spare us! Great hero, spare us!"]
["Please forgive me this once, sir! It's my first time out raiding a tomb!"]
["Yes, yes, it's really our first time!"]
[As they handed over their belongings, you slapped each of them once.]
["Go apologize to the villagers!"]
[The tomb raiders hurried over to the residents of Shoumu Village. They clasped their hands, bowed with their ears lowered, and apologized repeatedly.]
["Not sincere enough!"]
[Before you had even finished speaking, they all dropped to their knees and began smashing their heads against the ground. The impact shattered a large section of the earth.]
[You had no desire to commit any more slaughter, so you let them leave.]
[Ji Wuqing walked over to you, looking rather displeased.]
["You told me not to act rashly, but in the end, you stole all the glory for yourself. What are you now, some great hero?"]
[You smiled.]
["Who told you to be so slow?"]
["Still, that Fulai was far too weak. He was a Tongtian-realm cultivator, after all. I thought he'd at least be able to exchange a few blows with you."]
["Everything he knew was meant for robbing tombs. Different professions have different specialties. Unfortunately for him, none of his specialties were useful against me."]
[The residents of Shoumu Village came over to express their gratitude.]
["Your village is actually called ‘Tomb-Guarding Village,’ isn't it?"]
[A middle-aged man nodded.]
["The Immortal's discerning eyes are correct. That is indeed the case. Our ancestors did not want the alien races to take notice of this place, so they changed the name to a homophone."]
["Then a Heavenly Emperor really is buried here?"]
["We have no way of verifying the details anymore. We merely follow our ancestral instructions to guard this place and prevent outsiders from damaging it."]
["But with your strength..."]
["We are ashamed to say that, under the oppression of the alien races, our descendants lost even the qualifications to cultivate long ago. But we still dare not forget our ancestral instructions. The majesty of the Imperial Tomb must never be violated!"]
[The people of Shoumu Village told you that, in a few days, their village would hold its once-in-a-century “Funeral Procession” ceremony. If you were interested, you could stay and watch.]
[You and Ji Baiming were indeed uninterested, but Ji Wuqing strongly insisted on staying.]
Seeing her hopping around among the residents, eagerly asking what the ceremony was for, you and Ji Baiming had no choice but to agree to stay here for a few more days.
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!
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?!”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
