The ancient burial ground was unimaginably distant, separated by countless millions of miles—likely an astronomical figure!
Its only connection to this place was a subterranean branch of the burial zone that extended here, linking to one of the three great sacred lands of the burial region from ages past.
Now, the ancient burial ground had been disturbed. Something within had awakened, exuding an indescribable aura.
The first to sense it was a burial guardian from the nearest ancient tomb, erupting with incomparable fluctuations!
The young lord of the Imperial Clan, the inheritor of the Ancient Clan, and the Fearless Lion all felt a chill in their hearts, as if doomsday were approaching. From the depths of the distant burial ground, a creature was emerging!
Within the black sea of energy, part of Yu Tuo’s manifested body—his massive hand—descended rapidly. Sensing trouble, he sought to seize the rotten wooden chest before it was too late.
Around his fingers, countless stars swirled, dragged down from the outer realms. Each was colossal, rumbling as they rotated, wreathed in chaotic energy—a truly terrifying sight.
**Whoosh!**
Yu Tuo did not succeed. Divine radiance shot into the heavens, preventing his hand from grasping the rotten wooden chest.
There, crimson mist transformed into divine swords, rising one after another to protect the sacred artifact unearthed from the earth.
Even a being as mighty as Yu Tuo found his hand repelled. The sword energy here was too vast—crimson as blood, dazzling as a river of stars.
**Boom!**
The massive hand remained unharmed, undamaged. It pressed down once more, determined to seize the rotten wooden chest and bring it back to the foreign realm!
Chaotic energy surged violently around it. Many of the great stars could not withstand the fluctuations, shattering one after another in blinding explosions of light.
It was as if the world itself were being destroyed. From afar, the sight of rotating stars splitting apart was horrifying.
Yet, within the black sea of energy, an immense force rose once more, repelling the massive hand.
“It’s that dark-red tomb!” the Fearless Lion murmured.
Though the tomb had collapsed and sunk beneath the black energy sea, its ruins still radiated astonishing power.
This was baffling. A mere ancient tomb—who had built it? Why bury only a rotten wooden chest here? And how could it still possess such strength?
Shi Hao, watching from afar, saw clearly. The shattered dark-red tomb could repel Yu Tuo’s hand—truly shocking.
This time, Yu Tuo seemed enraged. A mere ruined tomb dared to oppose him?
**Boom!**
Red mist billowed into the sky, rising from the ruins of the dark-red tomb, enveloping the massive hand in an eerie, sinister aura that sent chills down the spine.
But this time, the hand was different—unyielding, determined to take the rotten wooden chest. Time was running short, and the disturbances from the depths of the burial ground were growing stronger. Something was coming.
With a **puff**, the hand dispersed the thick red mist, descending straight down. As the mist spread, every star that had followed the hand into this place shattered—proof of its terrifying power!
“Is this… the corpse mist left behind by a supreme being?” the young lord of the Imperial Clan muttered in shock.
As a member of the Imperial Clan, he knew much. Legends spoke of supreme experts from the distant pre-historic era whose remains emitted corpse mist, capable of slaying immortals—even wounding Kings of Immortality!
This was cause for dread. The ancient tomb here was no ordinary place—it held a terrifying origin.
Though no corpse remained, the presence of this red mist was proof enough. A supreme being had once been buried here.
“Perhaps the supreme being’s corpse was moved, leaving only this rotten wooden chest to be buried here,” the inheritor of the Gu Clan suggested.
“A cuckoo usurping a magpie’s nest?!” the Fearless Lion exclaimed in shock.
From a distance, Shi Hao heard and saw everything clearly. His heart trembled. If this were true, it was even more terrifying. What lay within that rotten wooden chest? What was its origin?
“I have a feeling that the dark-red tomb truly did bury a supreme being, but someone later unearthed and discarded the corpse, replacing it with this rotten wooden chest,” the young inheritor of the Gu Clan said with growing certainty.
**Boom!**
Heaven and earth split apart. A terrifying fluctuation surged from the black sea of energy, its aura overwhelming, shattering the firmament. The area was shrouded in mist, chaos spreading everywhere.
Without a doubt, Yu Tuo’s hand could not be stopped. It broke through the red mist, pierced the crimson radiance, and seized the rotten wooden chest.
Though Yu Tuo faced resistance, the power within the tomb was insufficient to repel him.
Yet, the hidden fluctuations were horrifying. Shi Hao was certain—had he not been within the sacred land, protected by its power, even beings a hundred times stronger would have been obliterated instantly, body and soul.
The might of a King of Immortality was unparalleled, surpassing all worldly limits. Beings of lesser realms could not even comprehend it.
“What a pity!”
Shi Hao clenched his fists, sighing in frustration. The rotten wooden chest had ultimately been taken by Yu Tuo!
The chest itself showed no signs of resistance—no glowing runes, no terrifying fluctuations. It allowed itself to be seized without struggle.
This was unexpected!
“Ancestor, beware!” the Fearless Lion roared, warning Yu Tuo.
For at that moment, a surge of terrifying fluctuations came from the direction of the burial ground, accompanied by a billowing black mist that sought to engulf Yu Tuo’s hand.
Shi Hao seethed with hatred. He despised this clan deeply. The Fearless Lion lineage had once belonged to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, yet they had turned traitor. Not long ago, this golden lion had forced puppets crafted from the bodies of ancient warriors into the black energy sea, treating those veterans as mere servants, leading to their gruesome deaths. And now, it addressed the foreign King of Immortality as “Ancestor,” with reverence, as if he were its closest kin.
Shi Hao longed to behead it on the spot.
“Traitorous scum…” Shi Hao muttered under his breath, vowing to kill it at the first opportunity.
**Rumble!**
Like thunder, the black mist surged forth, wrapping around Yu Tuo’s hand and emitting a dreadful dark light, as if seeking to reduce it to ashes.
The entire area quaked violently!
**Whoosh!**
At the same time, from the depths of the burial ground, a creature had truly arrived!
It, too, was a hand—pale as death, bloated as if soaked in water for days. Enormous beyond measure, it blotted out the sky, slashing toward Yu Tuo’s arm.
**Boom!**
Yu Tuo’s arm blazed with light, countering with an ancestral technique. Clutching the rotten wooden chest, he shot toward the rift in the void, intent on leaving rather than fighting.
He had come for the chest, not for battle. Time was short, and with his objective secured, he had to return.
But this burial guardian was formidable. Shattering the spatial field, its massive hand descended, collapsing heaven and earth, destroying Yu Tuo’s escape route—determined to intercept him.
Yu Tuo’s full manifestation could not cross over. Though only a hand, it was still immensely powerful. Now, his killing intent surged—true fury unleashed.
**Bang!**
Yu Tuo shielded the rotten wooden chest, his arm striking against the pale, corpse-like hand.
The deafening collision that followed was a sight of pure terror.
In that space, only the black energy sea and chaos remained. Their clash seemed to recreate the world, annihilating all things.
Then, the light of immortality flared, and the aura of the burial guardian surged. The two engaged in fierce combat.
“Time is running out. If Ancestor Yu Tuo does not return soon, it will be too late!” the inheritor of the Gu Clan murmured in worry.
Yet, the pale hand, brimming with terrifying power, struck relentlessly, blocking Yu Tuo’s retreat.
“It doesn’t care about the rotten wooden chest. It’s only here to stop Ancestor Yu Tuo?” the young lord of the Imperial Clan wondered in confusion.
For he noticed that the pale hand attacked without pause, clashing directly with Yu Tuo, as if hoping he would crush the chest himself.
The pale hand emitted strange light, striking the rotten wooden chest multiple times.
Shockingly, the chest did not shatter. Though ancient and seemingly on the verge of decay, it stubbornly refused to break.
“Disaster! The retreat is in peril!” the Fearless Lion cried in distress, filled with boundless regret.
Had they failed again?
It was clear—Yu Tuo’s hand was fading, growing indistinct. Time was up. It was disappearing.
**Clang!**
Suddenly, the purple bone platform, no taller than three feet, glowed once more. Though small, it exuded an inviolable divine majesty. Now, it cracked open again.
A different ancient blood emerged, spreading swiftly as the entire platform ignited. The deafening chant of scriptures filled the air.
A dazzling golden spear materialized!
An Lan’s spear—it had appeared once more!
Of course, this was not the true spear, but a manifestation of its might.
At the same time, space was pierced. A massive hand reached out, gripping the golden spear and thrusting it forward with devastating force.
“Ancestor An Lan has arrived!” the Fearless Lion exclaimed in joy.
An Lan’s hand and his weapon had appeared together!
**Thud!**
This strike was precise and ruthless. An Lan’s golden spear pierced the pale hand, pinning it in the void!
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