Something terrible has happened!

  Something truly catastrophic!

  Qi Liuma felt a bone-deep chill as he watched the world’s protective barrier around Five Phoenixes rapidly flake and crumble. His body trembled faintly.

  Normally, the barrier would take anywhere from one month to a year—or even several years—to fully dissipate.

  But now, in less than ten days, it would be completely gone.

  The newborn high martial Five Phoenixes would be stripped bare, fully exposed to the eyes of countless high martial worlds.

  The venerable from the high martial Buddha world could descend with ease.

  The Holy Lords of every sacred ground could arrive just as easily, so long as they blocked Nihility Heaven’s rules.

  It would be an unimaginable calamity!

  Qi Liuma was experienced. Though he had failed to create a high martial world, his theoretical knowledge was profound.

  “Normally, during a world’s ascension, the plane lord must never leave the world. The moment they do, exactly this happens.”

  “So where… has Young Master Lu gone?”

  Qi Liuma took a deep breath, anxiety rising.

  He could not bear to watch Nihility Heaven’s only newborn high martial world be destroyed.

  His robes flapped violently.

  He descended back to the Boundless Sea.

  On the sea’s surface, the cultivators who had just finished sparring with the holy sons and saintesses looked at him in confusion.

  “Senior, what happened?”

  Overlord, his massive body wrapped in demonic qi, axe and shield on his back, asked.

  “It’s nothing. No major crisis yet.”

  “Continue your cultivation.”

  Qi Liuma suppressed his emotions and did not reveal the truth.

  Inside the ice pagoda.

  The burly holy son seated atop his ferocious beast brightened.

  He had never struggled or resisted.

  As a prisoner, he was unaccustomed to it, but he knew struggling would only draw the attention of that terrifying existence in this world—and get him killed.

  So he waited patiently.

  Waited for rescue.

  Waited for the Holy Lords of high martial sacred grounds to save him.

  And now, he sensed his chance had come.

  Qing Ling holy son exchanged a glance with him.

  Both smiled.

  …

  Where exactly had Lu Fan gone?

  What was that nameless token?

  No one knew.

  Even Lu Fan himself was puzzled.

  Where had this token taken him?

  BOOM!

  The terrifying tearing sensation gradually subsided, like a vortex running out of power.

  Lu Fan’s primordial spirit cleared.

  Seated in the Thousand-Blade Chair, white robes fluttering.

  He slowly opened his eyes.

  Before him floated the token, now radiating brilliant light. The once plain, unremarkable token now gleamed like a supreme treasure.

  “Drained a million strands of my spiritual energy. Quite the glutton.”

  Lu Fan glanced at the token, lips twitching.

  Only now did he have the leisure to look around.

  He had left Nihility Heaven?

  No… he could still sense the void’s aura.

  But he was far from Five Phoenixes—perhaps in some remote corner of Nihility Heaven.

  Beneath his feet was solid ground.

  He looked around—a desolate, dead continent. Endless earthen hills and mountains rose and fell. Perhaps eons ago, this had been a dense primordial jungle.

  “So where is this?”

  Lu Fan was curious.

  It looked like a dead continent. Its previous level was unknown.

  His gaze swept the land—it was vast. Before its death, it must have been powerful.

  At least top-tier mid martial.

  Of course, top-tier mid martial meant little to Lu Fan now.

  He was, after all, the lord of a high martial world.

  “Brought me here because I activated the token?”

  Lu Fan pondered.

  His primordial spirit surged, striking the token.

  Hum…

  The token released profound fluctuations.

  It turned into a streak of light and shot forward.

  BOOM!

  The token unleashed terrifying power. Stones flew, the earth tore open in deep gashes.

  Lu Fan tapped the armrest. With a thought, Thunder Movement activated.

  He became lightning and chased after the token.

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  Not long after Lu Fan vanished…

  Powerful spatial fluctuations rippled here.

  Then white light crashed from the sky.

  BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

  The dead land was blasted with deep craters.

  When the light faded, a shocking sight appeared.

  A colossal, majestic warship emerged from the white light, landing on the dead continent—utterly out of place.

  Nearby, chariots thundered forth from the fading light, figures radiating powerful auras.

  Giant birds with wingspans hundreds of li wide, carrying seated figures.

  One after another, figures appeared!

  They seemed to be adjusting after spatial travel, unsteady.

  After a while, they opened their eyes—divine light shooting forth.

  The dead continent trembled. Terrifying rumbles rolled, as though the heavens might collapse!

  Every aura was heavy and horrifying!

  On the warship, a handsome middle-aged man stepped forth—heroic and majestic, clad in glazed armor, crowned with purple gold. His armor radiated divine light, his mere presence seemed to twist the void.

  “Holy Lord Beigong!”

  Someone spoke gravely, recognizing him.

  Holy Lord Beigong stood atop the warship, gaze sweeping with domineering arrogance.

  His eyes shifted. As more white lights faded, figures emerged—all cloaked in black or gray robes, concealing their identities and auras.

  Hiding their identities to seize fortune?

  Such rats had no right!

  Terrifying auras clashed across the dead continent, cracking the ground.

  These people clearly knew each other—and were deeply wary.

  Soon, primordial spirit fluctuations crisscrossed, accompanied by muffled explosions.

  “This is Nihility Heaven!”

  Someone said.

  “As expected. Legend says the ancient Emperor’s tomb lies in Nihility Heaven. This token is the key to opening it… It guided us here. The Emperor’s tomb is about to open! If not the Emperor’s, it must be the tomb of a peak ancient expert.”

  Many breathed heavily.

  “It must be the Emperor’s tomb opening. Why else would tokens dormant for countless ages suddenly shine and guide us?”

  Laughter rang out, filled with eager anticipation.

  Holy Lord Beigong stood on the warship, coldly surveying. He flicked his wrist—a token floated before him.

  “The ancient Emperor represents an era. His tomb must contain supreme fortune—perhaps even his inheritance. This seat… will not let it go easily.”

  Holy Lord Beigong laughed.

  He made his bold claim, aura overwhelming—he would claim this fortune.

  His arrogance drew smirks from the cloaked figures.

  The first bird gets shot. Let Beigong be the target.

  Suddenly—

  A black-robed figure seated atop a giant bird spoke in a low, grave voice.

  “Someone arrived before us… There are lingering spiritual energy fluctuations here.”

  The moment he spoke,

  Many cloaked figures paled.

  “Someone got here first?!”

  The crowd grew restless.

  They all understood what arriving here meant—they were here to seize fortune.

  How could they let someone else claim it first?

  Without hesitation, they moved.

  Like thunder, they shot across the sky, the void trembling.

  Terrifying auras streaked the heavens, shaking the earth.

  They drew their tokens, stimulated them with primordial spirit power, and blasted toward the distance.

  …

  Lu Fan had no idea what was happening after his departure.

  He was wholly focused on chasing the token.

  He discovered the token was faster than even his full-speed Thunder Movement.

  This sparked his competitive spirit.

  A streak of white, a streak of lightning—racing across the dead continent.

  The further he flew, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as though heading toward some great terror.

  Lu Fan frowned, momentarily hesitant.

  But he shook his head.

  A token the system listed as a reward could not be ordinary.

  He decided to keep going.

  BOOM!

  Like a meteor streaking through the night.

  The sky was gloomy, shrouded in dust-laden clouds—a leaden gray world filled with ruin and death.

  Flying over this continent weighed heavily on Lu Fan’s heart.

  After an unknown time…

  The token slowed.

  Hm?

  Lu Fan grew alert.

  The lightning dispersed.

  The Thousand-Blade Chair hovered. Lu Fan sat calmly, white robes fluttering.

  The token gradually stopped.

  Lu Fan frowned, reached out, and grabbed it.

  He looked ahead—and his heart jolted.

  At the continent’s end stood a monument piercing the heavens!

  A gravestone!

  Yes—a towering gravestone engraved with countless profound patterns of ancient divine beasts, lifelike and radiating terrifying sharpness.

  One glance shook Lu Fan’s soul. The beasts seemed to come alive, roaring and howling.

  “A gravestone?”

  Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

  It was strange—no words, no epitaph.

  A blank stele!

  Let history judge merit and fault.

  To dare erect a wordless gravestone—the tomb’s owner was no ordinary person.

  The tokens must have been drawn here by this stele.

  Lu Fan sat in his wheelchair, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

  “A great expert’s tomb ruin?”

  Having created countless ruins himself, Lu Fan felt a sense of familiarity.

  “Ruins… are always the most interesting.”

  As he pondered,

  The token trembled.

  A beam of light shot from it, illuminating the gravestone.

  The stele shook.

  The earth rumbled, dust billowing.

  A cold, gloomy palace slowly rose from the ground.

  Dead and lifeless—a terrifying necropolis.

  Yet behind the wordless stele, the palace stood majestically.

  The sight was magnificent.

  One had to admit—the ruin was domineering. The palace was grand, ancient architecture simple yet brutal, as though transporting one back to the glorious ancient cultivation era.

  It felt less like a tomb and more like a thriving ancient cultivation city.

  Lu Fan held the token. Its light dimmed, spiritual energy spent.

  Seated in his wheelchair, he floated forward.

  The wheels rolled with a soft rasp.

  The palace towered, its gates ten thousand zhang high.

  Every brick, every stone carried the weight of ages, as though buried since time immemorial.

  Lu Fan raised a hand and pressed it against a brick on the gate.

  He seemed to feel the palace’s loneliness.

  “Hm?”

  “No spiritual energy fluctuations at all… Is this really a ruin?”

  Lu Fan took out the token again.

  But it was now dull, lifeless.

  He frowned, then pushed harder against the gate.

  BOOM!

  Lu Fan wasn’t sure how much force he unleashed.

  But the gate did not budge—not even dust fell.

  He… had been rebuffed!

  He, Lu Ping’an… rebuffed!

  Taking a deep breath,

  Lu Fan pressed the token against the wall.

  Still no reaction.

  The palace was a dead, silent place—no response.

  “So… what’s the point of bringing me here?”

  To admire the grandeur?

  His little Lake Heart Isle was far cozier.

  Lu Fan pursed his lips.

  Suddenly—

  Terrifying auras erupted in the distance.

  Lu Fan sensed it and turned.

  He seemed to see terrifying experts crossing the void.

  Someone was coming!

  Lu Fan frowned.

  So what if they came? The ruin wouldn’t open…

  Suddenly, as Lu Fan racked his brain,

  A system prompt appeared before his eyes.

  This stunned him.

  “Rules sever all spiritual energy; in Nihility Heaven, gather Nether Soil.”

  “Detected Host encountering a spiritual-energy-depleted ancient tomb ruin. Friendly reminder: Collect over ten ‘Nameless Tokens’ to gain one opportunity to relocate the ancient tomb ruin.”

  The prompt vanished.

  Lu Fan inhaled deeply.

  “One chance to relocate the ancient tomb ruin?”

  He asked.

  But the system gave no further reply, no matter how he called.

  “The ancient tomb ruin cannot open because it is in a rule-bound heaven where spiritual energy is severed. It lacks spiritual energy to activate…”

  Lu Fan tried Spiritual Energy Distribution.

  But was informed he was outside range.

  “No spiritual energy distribution… So to open the ruin, I must relocate it. Where to? Somewhere with spiritual energy… Where has spiritual energy?”

  Lu Fan stroked his chin, mind racing.

  His eyes suddenly lit up.

  “Don’t tell me… I’m supposed to move this ancient tomb ruin to Five Phoenixes?”

  “That… wouldn’t be right.”

  “I, Lu Ping’an, am an upright man. How could I do something so underhanded?”

  Lu Fan frowned.

  In the distance—

  Terrifying sonic booms swept in.

  Next moment, a warship crushed the void as it approached.

  The void cracked inch by inch.

  Atop the warship stood a majestic, heroic figure, hands behind his back, aura like sharp swords that could cleave the stars.

  Lu Fan glanced at him. More powerful auras were closing in from behind.

  Holy Lord Beigong naturally saw Lu Fan too.

  “Such weak aura… Qi Refinement realm?”

  “A Qi Refiner at the Emperor’s tomb?”

  Holy Lord Beigong was puzzled.

  But no matter how he sensed, Lu Fan remained an ordinary Qi Refiner—not even at the peak.

  Suddenly,

  Holy Lord Beigong’s eyes lit up. He saw the dull token in Lu Fan’s hand.

  He glanced at his own radiant token, then at Lu Fan’s plain one, and smirked.

  “Seems a lucky fool who stumbled upon an Emperor tomb key…”

  Holy Lord Beigong chuckled.

  With his status, he saw through Lu Fan’s bone age—barely a dozen years.

  Such a young man had to be Qi Refinement realm.

  Even the monstrous geniuses of First or Second Tier high martial worlds couldn’t be this absurd.

  So Holy Lord Beigong paid Lu Fan no mind.

  Gazing at the magnificent palace, his heart raced.

  A suspected ancient Emperor’s tomb!

  If he obtained its fortune, he could soar to the heavens!

  Next moment, he wasted no words.

  “Hand over the token.”

  Holy Lord Beigong’s aura exploded!

  BOOM!

  Energy like a dragon smashed forth, shaking the earth.

  He had already claimed Lu Fan’s token as his own—another token meant another share of fortune.

  “Hmph!”

  “First come, first served. Holy Lord Beigong wants it all? Hardly fair.”

  But as Holy Lord Beigong attacked,

  A black-robed figure in the distance unleashed a powerful strike—an energy palm shooting toward Holy Lord Beigong.

  Another expert appeared, vying for Lu Fan’s token.

  One after another, terrifying auras locked onto the area.

  Killing intent surged like an army of iron and horse.

  The atmosphere turned solemn and murderous.

  Lu Fan was speechless.

  He had done nothing, not even spoken.

  Yet they attacked without a word, fighting over his token…

  Just because he was nice, he deserved to be bullied?

  Give them the token? Could they open the ruin?

  Lu Fan shook his head.

  He, Lu Ping’an, had always minded his own business.

  But these people… went too far.

  And if he collected over ten tokens, he could take the entire tomb ruin home.

  Lu Fan thought about it…

  It seemed… quite a good deal.