The Great Wei Dynasty blood-armored cultivators who were pursuing and trying to intercept Su Yueli from behind bore the brunt of it. The specialized tracking compasses in their hands instantly exploded into countless fragments.
“Commander... this is definitely not some physical cultivator clearing the area. With this kind of commotion, I'm afraid some ancient beast that has survived for thousands of years has come back to life!” A blood-armored guard's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with sheer terror.
The blood-armored commander swallowed the blood in his mouth and stared toward the center of the storm, his eyes filled with absolute horror. “Move! Do not provoke that monster! Our core objective is the Resting Place. There is no need to throw our lives away here!”
Meanwhile.
Within the hidden thicket, the red-and-black blood qi storm slowly receded.
Su Yueli exhaled slowly and opened her eyes, a sharp gleam flashing across her pupils before vanishing.
She clenched her fists slightly, and the surrounding space actually let out a sharp, ear-piercing pop from the sheer force of her fingers closing together.
This pure physical strength was more than ten times greater than when she was at the peak of the Eleventh Realm.
“Now, if I encounter Sixth Realm or Seventh Realm cultivators again, I can shatter their bodies with a single flick of my finger.”
“Even if I face an Eighth Realm cultivator, I can use the brute force of the Heaven-Shaking Realm to beat them to death head-on. As for those Ninth Realm grand cultivators... if I use Xiaohei, I might even be able to wage a life-or-death battle against them.”
Underneath her mask, the corners of Su Yueli's mouth curled upward slightly.
The road to longevity was long, but with the confidence of this realm, she finally possessed the capital to flip the table in this lawless border secret realm.
Next, as long as she continued to slaughter demon beasts in the outer areas of this grand tomb, eating their meat to nourish herself and fatten up her mutated Martial Soul, she would eventually be able to settle the blood debt with the Cangyun Sect in the imperial city.
However, the chaotic commotion coming from deeper within the secret realm interrupted her thoughts.
The various factions that had been intimidated by her blood qi earlier could no longer be bothered to investigate the source of the pressure.
This was because the official Resting Place of the peak Twelfth Realm powerhouse from hundreds of years ago—
A massive ancient tomb residence buried deep within the earth veins—had completely split open on the ground due to the degradation of its formation core.
At the entrance of the ancient tomb, death energy surged to the heavens, and heavy ancient restrictions loomed indistinctly within the black mist.
The geniuses of the Great Li Dynasty's major sects, the loose cultivator alliance, and the blood-armored elites of the Great Wei Dynasty were currently gathered before the towering black stone tomb gates, each harboring their own hidden motives.
“Everyone, the death energy inside is incredibly dense. Although the ancient killing formation is damaged, the residual power of a Twelfth Realm grand cultivator still remains. If you are not careful upon entering, you could end up with a shattered Golden Core.”
An elder from a Great Li sect spoke hypocritically, but his eyes were filled with greed as they darted toward the flowing light inside the tomb gates.
The blood-armored commander of the Great Wei Dynasty sneered with utter disdain. “Cultivating has turned your courage to mush. If you're afraid of death, get lost! Men of Great Wei, follow me into the tomb to claim the inheritance!”
Before his voice could fade, the Great Wei military formation transformed into a domineering blood-red light, taking the lead to charge into the billowing black mist of the grand tomb residence.
Seeing this, the other factions, terrified that Great Wei would snatch the treasures first, unleashed their strongest protective magic treasures one after another. They transformed into a sky full of immortal winds and spiritual lights, swarming inside.
Shortly after everyone entered.
In the shadow of the jagged rocks behind, Su Yueli donned a black robe and silently trailed at the very back.
She watched the cultivators howling as they rushed inside to snatch the inheritance, her expression completely indifferent.
She hadn't expected that the demon beasts in the outer area would be slaughtered to the point of hiding. She had originally come to the inner area to search for more demon beasts, only to stumble upon a grand cultivator's Resting Place.
“Could it be that I'm a daughter of destiny?”
Su Yueli shook her head, surprised that she would run into this.
Although the inheritance was useless to her, this top-tier tomb residence was bound to contain high-level demon beasts that had been reared inside for hundreds of years.
This was her true gluttonous feast.
“The second course. The main feast begins.”
With that thought, Su Yueli's figure flickered, and she turned into a black phantom, vanishing into the endless black mist of the ancient tomb.
Her vision suddenly went dark, and when her feet touched solid ground, Su Yueli found herself inside a massive independent space.
The interior dimensions of this tomb residence were even vaster than what was visible from the outside, as if it were its own pocket world.
She hadn't run into the teams from the Great Li sects or the Great Wei Dynasty; she seemed to have been randomly teleported to a remote tomb chamber.
Su Yueli patted the dust off her robes and looked up.
Directly ahead was an empty stone hall, and right in the center of it sat a coffin.
Su Yueli raised an eyebrow and paused in her tracks.
“Is my luck really this good? To step into dog-shit luck right after entering and fall directly into the grand cultivator's main inheritance hall?”
She felt a seed of suspicion in her heart.
According to the tropes in cultivator biographies, an object placed in the most conspicuous position right at the entrance was usually stuffed with the predecessor's lifelong opportunities, high-grade magic treasures, or top-tier pills.
Su Yueli walked toward the black coffin and slowly raised her right hand, preparing to force it open.
Suddenly, an intense sense of discord and strangeness flashed through her mind.
No...
The person who had died here hundreds of years ago was a peak Twelfth Realm grand cultivator of the immortal path.
When a cultivator's lifespan drew to a close and they knew breakthrough was hopeless, they would usually choose to sit cross-legged and pass away, letting their body wither into bones on a futon to preserve a final shred of dignity and their inheritance.
Since they had died in meditation, there should only be a sitting skeleton or an empty cushion here.
Where did a coffin come from in a place like this?
“It's fake. This is a trap.”
The gaze beneath Su Yueli's mask instantly turned cold, and she withdrew her hand.
The master of this grand tomb clearly harbored ill intentions before death. They had deliberately placed a coffin here to lure and kill those sect disciples whose minds were blinded by greed the moment they entered.
There was likely nothing but danger inside.
With that thought, she turned and left the stone hall.
Her goal had never been some immortal path technique; she only wanted to find a few reared high-level demon beasts to eat their meat and drink their blood.
However, over the next hour or so, Su Yueli's mood became incredibly sour.
She traversed several unknown stone chambers in a row, but aside from moldy walls and shattered stones littering the floor, they were so clean that not even a single bird feather could be found.
Let alone high-level demon beasts, she didn't even see a low-level mouse.
“Everyone went to snatch the inheritance, so this inner area is just an empty shell? There isn't even an appetizer. Did I come in just to be a bystander watching the show?”
Su Yueli stopped in her tracks, her brow furrowing.
Returning empty-handed was not her style.
Since she couldn't find any wild demon beasts, she would have to create some herself.
Su Yueli thought of the pitch-black stone coffin she had abandoned earlier.
Since that place was a death trap left by the immortal powerhouse, as long as she triggered the mechanism, common sense dictated that the tomb-guarding puppets or tomb-protecting beasts would be deployed to clear the area.
“Instead of running around like a headless chicken outside, I might as well actively trigger the trap. High risk yields high rewards.”
Once her mind was made up, Su Yueli's figure flickered as she retraced her steps to the empty stone hall from before.
The giant coffin still sat in the center of the stone hall, exuding a strange death energy.
Su Yueli walked forward.
Boom!
Grabbing the heavy coffin lid, she forcefully flung it upward.
The lid, weighing tens of thousands of catties, was violently ripped away by her as if it were a mere piece of paper.
Su Yueli poked her head in to take a look.
The inside of the coffin was completely empty, without even a single speck of dust.
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