South Continent.
Aiden walked into the Stability District Café once again.
Listening to the beautiful piano music, he savored what would be his final cup of coffee.
He glanced at his watch.
It was nearly noon.
Soon, the time for opening the ghost tomb would arrive.
With a melancholy sigh, he stepped out of the mall and looked at the bustling commercial street before him.
“What a beautiful world.”
“Too bad most people don’t appreciate it.”
“And I, who do appreciate it, can’t hold onto it.”
A fierce combat aura erupted from Aiden’s entire body.
He stepped into the sky, one stride after another.
He took one last look at the entire thriving city from above.
He let out a deep sigh.
Then, reluctantly, he flew toward the sea.
He knew.
He couldn’t stay in the South Continent.
Otherwise, once the battle began,
the cities built with the painstaking efforts of countless generations would be destroyed in an instant.
Kunlun Mountains.
Thousands of people gathered at the site of Su Yuanshan’s ghost tomb.
A small portion of them were former subordinates of Su Yuanshan.
Now, every single one of them was advanced in age.
The rest were die-hard loyalists of Su Yan and Su Canghai.
All of them stared at the massive pit before them.
It was the pit Aiden had punched open back then.
It was completely empty.
There was not a trace of the stone coffin.
Until noon.
A colossal stone coffin appeared out of thin air.
Amid the excited and shocked gazes of the crowd,
the stone coffin was suddenly sealed in a layer of ice.
The next moment, it exploded with a deafening blast.
A tall, imposing figure stepped out from within.
It was a young man over six feet three inches tall.
He had a crew cut, clean and sharp.
His deep eyes flickered with an uncontrollable arrogance.
His face was firm, his jawline angular and distinct.
But the bloodstained, tattered clothes he wore
were exactly what Tang Geng had been wearing when he died.
A group of elderly men immediately broke down in tears of joy.
“It’s Brother Shan, still exactly the same as back then.”
“Brother Shan hasn’t aged a day, but we’ve grown old and frail.”
“Your subordinate welcomes Brother Shan’s return!”
...
The group shouted excitedly at Su Yuanshan.
They hadn’t expected
that, decades later,
they would see that man again.
The man they were willing to bow to.
Su Yuanshan took a breath of fresh air
and couldn’t help but remark:
“Being alive really is better.”
“That damned underworld—you can’t even breathe a single breath there.”
Only then did he look at the people before him.
They felt utterly unfamiliar.
But he could tell
that the old men all recognized him.
Su Yuanshan asked one of the elderly men:
“You call me Brother Shan, so you must be my former subordinates.”
“I’ve spent over ten thousand years in the underworld.”
“How many years have I been dead in the real world?”
An old man wiped his tears
and said, his voice choked:
“Brother Shan, from the day you were killed to today—”
“it has been thirty-three years.”
Su Yuanshan raised an eyebrow.
“Only thirty-three years!”
But then he immediately realized a serious problem.
“Does that mean Xiaoyan is now forty-three years old!”
He looked around with a puzzled expression.
“Where’s Xiaoyan?”
The old man sobbed:
“Miss Su Yan was killed seven days ago while trying to resurrect you.”
The moment he finished speaking,
frost instantly covered his entire body.
Everyone present couldn’t help but shiver.
Su Yuanshan’s eyes blazed with murderous intent as he asked coldly:
“Who killed her!”
Just as the old man was about to answer,
the ground nearby suddenly exploded.
A figure burst out from within.
“Hahaha...”
“I’m reborn!”
“I’ve finally left that empty underworld!”
“Ahahaha...”
A white-haired old man laughed uproariously.
But the next moment,
his laughter abruptly stopped.
He felt a powerful suction force suddenly pulling at him,
yanking his airborne body sharply downward.
At the same time, a chilling wave of cold surged toward him.
“Who is it!”
“How dare you ambush me!”
Then he saw the young, arrogant figure.
“Su Yuanshan the Tyrant?”
“You, you... how are you here?”
“How did you come back to life too?”
Without time to think further,
after recovering from his shock,
he threw a punch in an attempt to block Su Yuanshan’s attack
and then escape as fast as he could.
But as soon as his fist shadow emerged, Su Yuanshan simply raised his hand and devoured it.
The man was terrified and quickly shouted:
“Su Yuanshan, we have no grudge! I’ve never wronged you!”
Su Yuanshan said coldly:
“My daughter is dead, and you laugh!”
“Are you that happy?”
The man was speechless.
Of course he was happy to be reborn.
Even if he had to eat dirt every day, he’d be thrilled.
But the next moment,
his wish was granted.
Su Yuanshan grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into the ground.
Dirt instantly filled his mouth and nose.
The earth was frozen solid.
His entire head was frozen to the ground.
Soon, explosions rang out continuously across the Kunlun Mountains.
Three more figures shot up into the sky.
At the same time, they sensed the aura of Su Yuanshan’s attack.
“It’s that tyrant Su Yuanshan!”
“Without Gu Banjin and Gu Sanliang around, we’re no match for him.”
“Better not get involved. Let’s figure out what’s going on first.”
The three exchanged a brief word and fled far away.
No one wanted to provoke this tyrant.
Only a woman’s figure flew toward Su Yuanshan.
The woman had pitch-black hair cascading down to her heels.
Her face was cold as ice, but her peach-blossom eyes were exceptionally lively.
As she flew through the air, her entire body was enveloped in a massive, sword-shaped phantom.
Su Yuanshan looked at her and pointed to a distant mountain:
“Lingyue!”
“Cut down that mountain!”
Sensing her husband’s rage,
Dugu Lingyue asked no questions.
Her gaze fixed on the distant mountain, and a sword’s howl rang out.
Su Yuanshan released the martial god pinned to the ground.
He raised his palm, aiming at the distant mountain.
In an instant,
the entire earth began to tremble.
The distant mountain kicked up waves of dust.
Then it flew straight toward Su Yuanshan.
The martial god on the ground had just pulled his head out of the dirt
when he happened to see this.
His face turned pale with fear.
“Su Yuanshan, I swear I’ll never laugh again.”
“You don’t have to be this ruthless!”
Su Yuanshan said coldly:
“Get lost!”
The man felt as if he had been granted a reprieve.
Without a second thought, he fled into the distance in an instant.
He kept looking back,
terrified that Su Yuanshan would hurl that mountain at him.
But Su Yuanshan simply swung his hand and flung the mountain into the sky.
The entire mountain shot into the clouds.
The martial god couldn’t help but marvel inwardly:
“How can the gap between martial gods be this huge?”
He, too, was a martial god.
He could shatter a mountain.
But lifting an entire mountain and throwing it into the air? That was utterly beyond him.
And he had no idea
what Su Yuanshan planned to do.
If such a huge mountain suddenly came crashing down from the sky,
it would probably trigger an earthquake across the entire continent.
“I just came back to life, and at least let me enjoy a few good days.”
“Ah! Such bad luck!”
...
Su Yuanshan reverse-circulated his Supreme Absorption Technique.
He pushed the mountain straight up into the sky above his head.
At the same time, he continued channeling the technique,
keeping the mountain suspended in the air, always within his control.
He looked again at the people before him and asked:
"Who killed Xiaoyan?"
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