novelapdf Chapter 165 All parties gather to watch the show.
Chapter 165 All parties gather to watch the show.
White Deer Ancient Emperor, an emperor who attained enlightenment in the mid-primordial era, mainly cultivated the Great Dao of Nature. He was gentle in nature but had great combat power.
Its imperial weapon, the White Deer Talisman, is a legendary auspicious artifact. After the passing of the ancient White Deer Emperor, several events occurred, and the White Deer clan gradually declined.
Now that the ancient emperor's tomb has been discovered, it is very likely that it contains the ancient emperor's legacy, and even the imperial weapon, the White Deer Talisman!
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo also got excited.
The two were young and full of passion; seeing such a grand occasion, how could they sit still?
"Xiao Fan, are we still going to the Qingyun Sect?" Zhang Bo asked eagerly.
Xiao Fan looked towards the direction of the myriad rays of light, his eyes filled with longing, but he quickly calmed down:
"The emergence of the ancient emperor's tomb will surely attract all the forces in the Big Dipper. The geniuses of those ancient clans and the holy sons of those great sects will all go there. With our current cultivation level..."
"Even so, it's still good to go and see what's going on!" Zhang Bo said, unwilling to give up. "Even if we don't manage to snatch the inheritance, it'll be good to see it for ourselves!"
He didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Xiao Fan hesitated. He really wanted to go. Three years of hardship had made him miss out on so much. Now he had the opportunity to witness such a grand event.
"Go if you want to," Jiang Hao suddenly said, stroking his beard and smiling.
"An ancient emperor's tomb... I've never seen one before, so this is a good opportunity to broaden my horizons. I never got to experience such a grand scene when I was young."
He inherited a lot of knowledge and skills when he was young, but he never went into ancient emperor tombs or celestial deity tombs.
They've killed quite a few ancient emperors and celestial beings, but they haven't even visited tombs of this caliber yet.
Now is the perfect time to go and see for myself and experience it.
Xiao Fan looked at Jiang Hao, somewhat surprised: "Elder Jiang, you're going too?"
"It'll be lively, who wouldn't want to watch?" Jiang Hao laughed.
"Besides, what if there are some restrictions inside, only allowing those with lower cultivation levels to enter? We might be able to snag some loot."
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo both laughed, taking it as Old Jiang joking.
How could such a coincidence exist? How could an ancient imperial tomb have left such restrictions?
Moreover, even if there are restrictions in places like the Ancient Emperor's Tomb, good things wouldn't be available to cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm, right?
Since Jiang Hao had already said so, Xiao Fan no longer hesitated: "Alright, let's go and see for ourselves!"
The three changed direction and headed towards the central part of the Eastern Wilderness.
The closer you get, the more cultivators you'll encounter.
Divine rainbows crisscrossed the sky, ancient races drove their war chariots past, flying boats of great human sects soared through the air, and there were all sorts of strange and wonderful mounts and magical artifacts.
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo were dazzled by what they saw.
"Look, that's the Azure Nether Clan's army. Isn't that their young lord on that chariot?"
"People from Daoyang Mountain have arrived too!"
"The Purple Mansion Sect, the Azure Cloud Sect, almost all the major sects of the human race have come!"
Suddenly, a clear, melodious deer cry came from afar.
A team descended from the clouds.
Leading the group was a young girl in white, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with an exceptionally beautiful face and an ethereal, otherworldly air. A faint golden deer mark between her brows added to her divine aura.
She was followed by dozens of White Deer Clan cultivators.
"It's Princess Qingxuan of the White Deer Clan!" a cultivator exclaimed in a low voice.
"It really is her, one of the most outstanding young talents in Beidou, known as the Eastern Immortal, and also one of the most famous beauties!"
"It's a pity that the White Deer Clan has fallen to such a state, without even a Great Sage, relying entirely on the princess to hold it up."
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo were also watching intently.
Zhang Bo murmured, "So amazing... both beautiful and strong."
Xiao Fan nodded, admiration in his eyes, but then asked with a puzzled look, "Isn't the White Deer Clan a descendant of an ancient queen? Why does it seem... that they're not as good as the royal families of the Azure Nether Clan or Dao Yang Mountain?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao slowly remarked from the side:
"After the White Deer Ancient Emperor passed away, the imperial weapon, the White Deer Talisman, disappeared. Later, a dark turmoil broke out. The White Deer Ancient Emperor's own son fought a bloody battle against the Supreme Being of the Forbidden Zone to protect the Big Dipper, and ultimately perished. The White Deer Clan's top combat power was cut off, and it naturally declined."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo were filled with awe.
"So that's how it is. That ancient emperor's son was a hero."
Jiang Hao nodded. Some ancient princes and Heavenly Venerables were unlucky enough to encounter the Dark Turmoil and ended up in such a state, with their fates ending in disappointment.
There are many such examples in history.
Jiang Hao looked in the direction of the White Deer Clan's group, feeling somewhat emotional.
Darkness and turmoil... that is a pain that every era cannot avoid.
Countless heroes have shed their blood under the stars, all to protect the lives of those behind them.
The lineage of the White Deer Ancient Emperor can be considered to have fulfilled the responsibilities of the royal family.
The group continued their journey, and several days later, they finally arrived at the area where the ancient emperor's tomb was located.
It was a huge palace complex suspended in the air, shrouded in a hazy glow.
Tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered on the ground below the palace, divided into various camps.
There were ancient races, human races, demon races, and a large number of independent cultivators.
The aura of saints and holy kings permeated the air, making many low-level cultivators feel suffocated.
Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo felt a terrifying aura emanating from the crowd, and their hearts sank.
Zhang Bo said with a bitter face, "It's over. With so many saints, we won't even get a sip of the soup."
Xiao Fan also frowned. Indeed, under such circumstances, cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm would probably find it difficult to even approach the tomb entrance.
Many cultivators of lower cultivation levels, like Xiao Fan and Xiao Fan, were filled with worry and felt hopeless.
Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Don't rush, take your time."
"Old Jiang really has a great attitude," Xiao Fan remarked.
In this situation, Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed, which impressed him greatly, and he wished he could have that mindset.
When will I be able to have this mindset?
However, Jiang Hao's words did calm him down a lot.
After a while, several figures exuding a terrifying aura appeared almost simultaneously in the high sky beyond the glow of the sunset.
An invisible, terrifying pressure spread out like a tangible wave, causing countless cultivators below to tremble and find it difficult to breathe.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist of the Azure Nether Clan, you've arrived quite quickly." A gentle yet somewhat distant voice rang out.
The one who spoke was an old man dressed in purple robes, who was a great patriarch of the Purple Mansion Sect.
He was accompanied by several saints and saint kings.
"Brother Zifu Sect, haven't you arrived as well?" On the other side, a tall figure shrouded in a blue halo, whose face was obscured, responded calmly.
This person possessed a sharp aura, as if capable of tearing through the void; he was none other than the Great Sage leading the Qingming Clan on this journey.
"Hmph, enough nonsense." A slightly rough voice interrupted, belonging to an old man with a pair of curved ram horns on his head and a body as strong as a mountain. He was none other than the Great Sage of Daoyang Mountain.
"Now that the White Deer Ancient Emperor's Tomb has been opened, we need to have a plan for how to divide the contents, so that we don't end up tearing each other apart and making things look bad for everyone."
An elderly woman in hemp clothing from the Qingyun Sect, leaning on a cane, spoke in a hoarse voice: "Fellow Daoists from Daoyang Mountain, you're still so direct. I think we should first examine the condition of this tomb. Although the ancient tomb has been unearthed and the formation is severely damaged, it's not easy to break. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, the great saints all turned their gazes to the seemingly gentle glow that actually enveloped the entire ancient tomb.
A flash of azure light appeared in the eyes of the Great Sage of the Azure Nether Clan, and he flicked out a sharp sword beam with his finger.
The sword's edge was powerful enough to tear stars apart, but when it struck the rosy clouds, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.