Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The ancient tomb's doors opened, as if unlocking a sealed era.

The aura within surged forth, the weight of ages impacting one's soul, leaving people feeling dazed.

The scene inside the ancient tomb was obscured.

After the tomb doors opened, a spatial vortex appeared within, slowly rotating, conveying no sense of void-tearing power, but rather a pure channel connected to the tomb's interior.

The experts of Wu'an and the three sects of Hanzhou were the first to rush into the spatial vortex, disappearing before the ancient tomb.

The experts from the Sea River Three Clans followed closely behind, also plunging in.

The four members of the Grand Dry Royal Academy, after a moment of hesitation, also passed through the spatial vortex.

This mountainous area fell silent.

Everyone watched Jun Wuxie; now that everyone else had entered the ancient tomb, only they remained.

By now, everyone knew that if there was only one fixed entrance, those who entered would surely set up an ambush, and as soon as Yue Wuxie and the others went in, they would be met with a thunderous attack.

Facing so many half-step Overlord Sages attacking simultaneously, especially at the moment of passing through the spatial channel, even the Blood鬃 Lion-Dog Beast King might not be able to withstand it.

After all, Yue Wuxie had already revealed his strength on the battlefield, and those sects in Hanzhou must have assessed his strength and sent people specifically to counter him.

Many people were watching here, not only people from Wu'an and Grand Dry, but also cultivators from other states of the same level as Qingzhou.

Jun Wuxie ignored them, and to everyone's astonishment, he sat down cross-legged on the spot.

"Unless there is imminent danger, do not disturb me before I wake up."

Jun Wuxie said this to Xu Yan'ning and Anning.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he closed his eyes.

First, he moved the tracking mark on his shoulder to the Heavenly Cave.

The experts from Hanzhou thought they had successfully planted the tracking mark on him, but in reality, they had not succeeded.

He detected it in time, using pure soul power to catch the tracking mark, wrapping it in layers to prevent it from merging into his flesh and blood.

Now, he brought the tracking mark into the Heavenly Cave, not to devour and obliterate it, but to temporarily preserve it.

This tracking mark would be of great use to him.

It was bait, exceptionally effective for fishing.

Immediately afterward, he directly entered the Eternal Life Divine Palace.

He reached out and grabbed, and a hazy bronze ancient hall flew into his hand, the ancestral legacy item obtained in the True Martial Ancient Hall—the Eight-Nine Profound Hall.

This Eight-Nine Profound Hall had no doors on any of its four sides, making it impossible to enter, looking very strange, completely sealed.

Long ago, Aunt You had told him to study the Eight-Nine Profound Hall when he had time, but time was tight, and he had never been able to find the time to study it.

Now, those people were lying in ambush at the entrance of the ancient tomb, waiting for him to enter and die, so he naturally would not follow them in so quickly.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to enter, but that there was no need.

If he entered now, he would be facing dozens of half-step Overlord Sages, including several particularly strong ones, who might have special items on them.

Without the Blood鬃 Lion-Dog Beast King, facing so many powerful enemies at the same time was very unwise.

Jun Wuxie was well aware that once he made a move, he would expose many secrets, so he had to kill all the enemies!

However, facing an excessive number of powerful enemies, it was clearly impossible to do so, so it was better to wait outside for a few days.

After those groups of people entered the ancient tomb, it was impossible for them to all stay obediently at the entrance for a long time.

They were not in the same camp; who wouldn't be greedy and eager for the opportunities within the ancient tomb?

As time passed, in the process of waiting, people's hearts, facing the huge benefits they might obtain, would not be able to withstand temptation and testing, and someone would inevitably become impatient and leave.

By that time, the number of enemies he had to face would be greatly reduced!

Jun Wuxie speculated that after waiting for a long time, even the people from those top sects in Hanzhou would withdraw, possibly leaving only a few people lurking at the entrance.

The person who left the tracking mark on him should leave.

Because that person would feel that there was no need to guard it at all; with the tracking mark, he could track his position at any time.

……

Jun Wuxie stopped thinking about these things, his mind gradually calmed down, and he focused all his attention on the Eight-Nine Profound Hall.

The small bronze ancient hall, only an inch high, floated up and down in his palm, with ancient and complex runes engraved on the hall walls, flowing with a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

He examined it repeatedly, but he couldn't see any clues on the surface.

Jun Wuxie clearly remembered that when he obtained the Eight-Nine Profound Hall, he had tried to sink his mind into it, but was directly bounced back, shaking his brain.

At that time, he was thinking that since it was an item left by the ancestor, along with the True Martial Swordplay as a legacy item, there must be a close connection between the two.

"My current True Martial Swordplay can be considered to have entered the door, and my blood energy also contains the True Martial Sword Intent, I wonder if it can play a role…"

Jun Wuxie thought this way in his heart, and golden blood energy filled with the True Martial Intent began to emerge from his palm.

This blood energy enveloped the inch-high bronze ancient hall.

At this moment, the Eight-Nine Profound Hall had some reaction, and it actually began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterward, the runes on the surface of the Eight-Nine Profound Hall lit up with faint light, and strands of runes extended down from the hall walls, like roots, piercing into his palm.

An indescribable feeling spread from his palm to his whole body, pouring into his sea of consciousness.

Jun Wuxie felt that he was establishing some kind of close connection with the Eight-Nine Profound Hall.

This connection was constantly deepening, and the Eight-Nine Profound Hall was frantically devouring his blood energy, not even needing him to actively inject it; the speed of devouring was shocking.

He tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't stop it at all.

At this time, he was being forced to establish a special connection with the Eight-Nine Profound Hall, not controlled by his will; the initiative was completely in the hands of the Eight-Nine Profound Hall.

Before long, Jun Wuxie already had a feeling of being drained.

This made him both surprised and angry; this Eight-Nine Profound Hall dared to act presumptuously even within the Eternal Life Divine Palace, sucking him dry and not stopping.

Just as he was about to call out to the Vermillion Bird, the Eight-Nine Profound Hall's momentum of devouring blood energy suddenly stopped, and the inch-high miniature ancient hall rapidly grew larger.

At the same time, a terrifying suction force was generated.

Jun Wuxie could not resist; he only felt that his soul seemed to be distorted, and when he saw the surrounding scene again, where was he in the Eternal Life Divine Palace?

He found himself in a strange environment.

This was an ancient hall, filled with the desolation of time.

The hall space was not very wide, with no pillars, and the bronze walls on all sides were neatly covered with strange murals.

He looked around, and there were exactly seventy-two murals.

Each of these murals had a different painting, but they all had a similar Dao realm.

Some of them depicted mountains and rivers, some depicted forests, some depicted flowers and plants, some depicted ancient beasts, some depicted ancient birds, some depicted large fish, some depicted various weapons, some depicted the sun, moon, and stars, and some depicted things that were more abstract, seemingly the universe, some seemed to be yin and yang, and some were all things, some were all living beings, some were all races, and so on…

"These are…"

Jun Wuxie looked carefully; he knew that he should be inside the Eight-Nine Profound Hall, because he had already established a connection with the Eight-Nine Profound Hall, and through the special connection between the two, he could feel that he was in the hall.

The murals that could appear in the Eight-Nine Profound Hall were definitely not ordinary, and they were not just paintings.

It would be absurd to say that the walls of an Emperor-level artifact were only hanging artistic paintings for people to appreciate.

These murals contained a very mysterious Dao realm, very profound and profound, seemingly containing some extremely deep path of change.

His gaze swept over the murals one by one, and his gaze suddenly fell on the depths of the hall.

There were a few steps there, and an ancient coffin was placed on top.

The coffin was made of bluestone, covered with ancient runes, but there was no coffin lid.

Jun Wuxie, at this distance, did not feel any fluctuations coming from the coffin.

He slowly stepped forward, trying to get closer, but still did not sense anything.

Soon, he came to the steps, stepped up, and sat in front of the coffin.

He looked into the coffin, and the pupils of his eyes instantly became bright.

It was not that he was using pupil techniques, but that mysterious runes inexplicably appeared in his eyes.

Inside the coffin was a vast and boundless void.

He only felt that at the moment of seeing this void, a mysterious force guided his sight, causing his gaze to instantly penetrate the vast void in the coffin.

He felt that his gaze was traveling through the void world in the coffin at an unknown number of billions of times the speed of light, instantly looking through tens of trillions of light-years of distance.

This coffin seemed to contain a universe.

The vastness of the universe was such that even he, who was the Supreme God Realm in the Godly Ancient World, could not know how big a single universe was, let alone a multiverse composed of countless single universes.

There were records in the Lower Realm that many generations of strong people had observed the universe through the Starry Sky Observation Array, and the limit they could observe was a diameter of more than 90 billion light-years.

Since then, there have often been self-proclaimed clever people who, when talking about the starry sky, confidently said that the size of the universe was only more than 90 billion light-years in diameter.

Jun Wuxie naturally would not care about such superficial remarks that regarded the observable universe as the size of the universe.

The universe world in the coffin was too vast; it was dark and cold, a desolate place with no civilization or life.

The universe world seen by his gaze was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly, in the desolate and cold universe, he saw objects different from nebulae.

Because they were too large, as if filling the entire universe in front, Jun Wuxie could not tell what they were.

Just then, a picture resembling a miniature version of the cosmic starry sky suddenly appeared in his mind.

He didn't know why such a picture would appear in his mind, but it just appeared.

The cosmic starry sky in his mind seemed exactly the same as the universe in the coffin he saw.

Therefore, based on the infinitely scaled-down picture in his mind, he finally saw what the objects filling the vast starry sky were.

It was a pair of feet!

That's right, human feet, with the meridians on the instep clearly visible, but they were too thick, unimaginably huge.

His gaze was constantly guided by a mysterious force in the coffin world, looking towards the more vast cosmic starry sky, hundreds of billions of light-years, millions of billions of light-years, trillions of billions of light-years... quadrillions of billions of light-years...

Finally, he saw an area covered by chaotic thunderstorms, and he didn't know if that was the end of the universe.

When he was a God Realm Supreme, because he was young, he didn't have the time or leisure to explore the size of the universe.

The chaotic thunderstorm-covered area he saw now, he didn't know if it was the end of the single universe.

But the body lying in the universe, starting from a distance of hundreds of billions of light-years, and filling up to the quadrillions of billions of light-year area, only showed a glimpse of the calf, and the rest of the body was submerged in the chaotic thunderstorm-covered area, not knowing where it extended to.

This body was covered with wounds, and the misery was indescribable.

Jun Wuxie couldn't count them all. Conservatively estimated, the unit of the number of wounds on his body should be at least in the trillions!

"Hmm? In this universe, why do I smell the aura of dark energy...?"

Jun Wuxie was shocked. The universe in the coffin had a dark aura, but the corpse did not.

Although he was lying in the universe covered in blood, and a pair of feet filled most of a single universe, giving people an extremely shocking and tragic feeling, it didn't make people feel fear, but made people feel infinite sadness.

"A fallen Emperor Realm expert..."

A slightly sighing voice sounded in Jun Wuxie's mind, causing his gaze to retreat rapidly from the end of the universe, shrinking into his pupils in an instant, and his whole body shook violently, staggering back several steps.

Huff!

His chest rose and fell, panting heavily, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Aunt You."

He called out softly.

"Yes."

Beside him, a Vermilion Bird in golden-red feather clothes appeared out of thin air, mature and noble, elegant and intellectual.

Jun Wuxie looked at the stone coffin in front of him, his voice low, and said: "Was the one I saw before the Great Emperor Zhenwu?"

"It is indeed the creator of the Zhenwu Dao, but not a Great Emperor, but a stunningly talented Half-Step Heavenly Emperor. Unfortunately, he still fell in the end, failing to ascend to the Heavenly Emperor Realm. If he could reach the Heavenly Emperor Realm, perhaps the ending would not be like this."

The Vermilion Bird was very惋惜. This ancestor of Zhenwu was very amazing, creating the Zhenwu Dao and the infinite changes of the Eight Nine Arcane Art, possessing seventy-two lives, but still unable to escape the end of being killed in battle.

"It's actually a Half-Step Heavenly Emperor?"

Jun Wuxie was shocked. This was the only true fallen Emperor Realm expert he had seen.

Those he had seen before were either suppressed, or lived out a second life, and they had all survived, but this Half-Step Heavenly Emperor actually fell...

"He must have encountered terrifyingly powerful enemies back then. Judging from the wounds on his body, that battle was very tragic." The Vermilion Bird walked to the coffin, and Heavenly Emperor Dao patterns appeared in her golden eyes. She was trying to trace what happened back then.

Jun Wuxie looked at her, saw the change in her expression, and was about to speak when he heard the Vermilion Bird say: "No wonder, he would fall. Encountering ten Half-Step Heavenly Emperors of the same realm, except for invincible people like the princess, no one can withstand it..."

"Ten? How could so many people besiege the Ancestor of Zhenwu?"

Jun Wuxie felt that this was too outrageous. Half-Step Heavenly Emperors were not cabbages, and it took a long time to produce one.

The Ancestor of Zhenwu was besieged by ten Emperors!

"Actually, it's not too many. Young Master will gradually understand the true universe in the future, and will know that the experts in each realm of the Emperor level are far more than you think, after all, there are too many universes. In the endless years ago, some single universes endowed with special environments were likely to produce Emperor level experts, it's just a matter of time. In the long river of time, conditioned single universes will always produce a few Emperors."

"Then why is our universe not able to do so? Just like the Lower Realm, without Holy Spirit Primordial Qi, even the Saint Realm is difficult to break through. The Upper Realm is also the same. Although it is a multi-universe, it lacks Divine Primordial Qi, and it is impossible to break through to the God Realm, and even the Half-God Realm is impossible, while the Divine Ancient World can only reach the Eternal God Realm, and it is difficult to continue to move up..."

"Didn't Aunt You say that it is conditioned? Not all universes can produce Emperors, only a very small part. Creating such conditions is not an easy thing, and requires a great price."

The Vermilion Bird patiently explained, but recalled the possible hidden behind the Netherworld Hell and the Book of Life and Death in the Lower Realm, and a deep haze shrouded her heart.

As a leader among the Heavenly Emperors, the Empress of the Vermilion Bird Clan, although not afraid of anything, this haze made her very uncomfortable, and she felt uneasy every time she thought of it.