Xu Ning and his group followed closely behind Long Lingtian, continuing deeper into the secret realm. Though they did encounter a few attacks from demonic beasts along the way, they were minor skirmishes. Xu Ning didn’t even need to act—the royal experts from the Great Zhou Empire would immediately rush forward and eliminate the threats.
In comparison to the vast and dangerous nature of this secret realm, the few waves of beast attacks seemed far too mild, prompting murmurs of doubt among the royal experts.
“In a secret realm where even the laws of space are in disarray, how come there’s so little danger?”
“Could someone have arrived ahead of us?” One expert frowned as he examined the surrounding battle marks.
“We’re almost at the Heavenly Tomb. His Highness is truly unfathomable!” Another expert sighed as he looked up at the towering tomb hanging in the sky.
Hearing these discussions, the silhouette of Xu Ning seemed even more enigmatic and unpredictable in the eyes of Zhou Shuxian and the other two women.
At this moment, they had arrived beneath the shadow cast by the Heavenly Tomb of the Demon Lord. Staring at the vast tomb above, seemingly within reach, Xu Ning stood with his hands behind his back, a gleam flashing through his eyes.
Thanks to Long Lingtian clearing the path, the number of demonic beasts Xu Ning encountered along the way was very few. Even those strange and powerful arrays and traps had been mostly disabled by Long Lingtian.
“Tsk tsk, Long Lingtian really did me a huge favor. Without him paving the way, just cleaning up those traps and mechanisms would have cost me a lot of effort.”
“The owner of this tomb is indeed cunning, completely disrupting the spatial rules. Without a token, one wouldn’t even be able to find the tomb’s entrance. As expected of a trial set by Daddy Heavenly Dao.”
“Well, that works out perfectly for me. After all, I’ve got a treasure-seeking mouse!”
Xu Ning smiled even wider. If Long Lingtian had heard these words, he would have coughed up blood in rage.
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Meanwhile, Long Lingtian had already reached the Heavenly Tomb. Inside the tomb, it was pitch black. A damp and cold wind howled, sending chills down his spine. As he gazed into the dark corridor ahead, his eyes gleamed with greed, and his breathing grew heavy with excitement.
“The Demon Lord’s inheritance is right in front of me. Xu Ning, soon I’ll grind your bones to dust!”
“Judging by the time, you should be catching up now… but it’s too late! By the time you arrive, it’ll all be over. I’ll have already inherited the Demon Lord’s mantle! Hahaha!”
His laugh was wild and arrogant, laced with madness, and he charged straight into the depths of the tomb.
Behind him, Yuwen Shuang’s delicate face showed her growing anxiety. She couldn’t help but glance back.
“Why hasn’t Master arrived yet? If he doesn’t come soon, Long Lingtian will inherit the Demon Lord’s legacy. By then… everything will be lost!”
A sense of unease welled up in her heart. Based on Long Lingtian’s temperament, once he inherited the Demon Lord’s legacy, he would surely begin a slaughter.
The two of them pressed forward into the depths of the Heavenly Tomb. Compared to the outside, the interior was a hundred times more dangerous. Complex mechanisms and deadly formations appeared in endless succession. There were even corpse puppets that emerged ceaselessly, making the situation extremely difficult.
Long Lingtian, eyes bloodshot and seemingly deranged, didn’t hesitate to burn his own blood essence to unleash powerful techniques and activate secret treasures. After battling fiercely for an entire day and night, he finally reached the deepest part of the tomb.
Before them stood a massive stone gate. Strange demonic runes were etched into its surface, exuding an ominous aura. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“We’re finally here!”
His breath was uneven, and his entire body was in a miserable state. Yet the excitement in his eyes hadn’t diminished in the slightest—he was thrilled.
Behind him, Yuwen Shuang was covered in injuries, barely clinging to life. Her cultivation was only at the 3rd stage Creation Realm, far too weak for the dangers inside the Heavenly Tomb. Along the way, Long Lingtian had completely ignored her life or death.
He took a deep breath to steady his emotions and retrieved a twelve-armed demonic idol from his robe. He held it up before the stone gate.
The idol’s eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty red light, as if it were stirring some ancient law of heaven and earth. With a rumble, the stone gate slowly opened to both sides, sending dust billowing into the air.
As the dust cleared, a majestic grand hall appeared before them.
A chilling wind howled from within the hall, accompanied by eerie cries. Strange demonic energy surged out in waves. Inside, the hall was littered with pale bones. Many array runes were carved into the walls, though time had dimmed their brilliance.
Amid the bones stood an undying throne, around which flowed the aura of Dao. The breath of the Great Dao lingered endlessly, hinting at the glory its former owner once held.
Sit on the throne, and become eternal…
Sit on the throne, and ascend to the peak…
A strange yet seductive voice echoed suddenly in Long Lingtian’s ears.
His eyes turned blood-red as Xu Ning’s hateful face flashed in his mind, twisting his expression with rage.
“Go in.” He glanced back at Yuwen Shuang and gave a commanding order.
Sensing the strange aura inside the hall, Yuwen Shuang’s face turned pale. She instinctively stepped back, shaking her head violently.
“N-No… this is your opportunity, Lingtian…”
Fear overtook her instincts.
“Get in!” Long Lingtian barked, completely ignoring her refusal.
“Don’t!” She sensed something was wrong and turned to flee.
But Long Lingtian was faster. With a stomp, he appeared in front of her, seized her wrist, and dragged her into the hall by force.
“Lingtian, what are you doing!” she cried out. Her spiritual energy surged as she prepared to resist.
“Be quiet!” Long Lingtian suddenly punched her in the abdomen without mercy.
Pfft!
She coughed up a mouthful of blood. Staring into Long Lingtian’s bloodshot eyes, her heart sank into despair.
If only life were as it was at first sight, why must the autumn wind mourn the fan?
The man before her made her heart freeze—and filled her with fear.
In her mind, a handsome face appeared. That man might have commanded her too, but he had always been gentle.
“Master, please save me…”
Tears fell as she looked toward the hall. Long Lingtian’s eyes remained cold.
He knew well—the owner of this tomb had never been a virtuous being. After hearing that seductive voice, he was even more certain.
There was no such thing as a free meal. This so-called Demon Lord’s inheritance was nothing but a trap—an attempt at possession!
How could he give the other side that chance?
Even back when they entered the secret realm, a thought had already taken shape in his mind.
Since Yuwen Shuang was now nothing more than a vase, why not make use of her one last time?
With that thought, the coldness in his eyes deepened. He dragged Yuwen Shuang toward the throne without hesitation and forced her onto it.
In the next moment—
A sinister wind howled through the hall, carrying a terrifying aura!
Streams of demonic energy swept in from all directions, and the dim rune patterns lit up, bursting into dazzling brilliance.
A towering figure began to coalesce in the air above the throne—a man in a purple-gold crown, clad in demonic armor, exuding a presence as deep and vast as the sea.
Even though this was merely a remnant will, his aura had already surpassed the Saint Law Realm and Immortal Realm—approaching the Great Saint Realm!
“As expected, the so-called inheritance was a lie. Possession is the real goal!”
“Fortunately, I brought someone else along. Otherwise, I really would’ve been in trouble!”
Long Lingtian sneered arrogantly.
As he spoke, a terrifying divine light surged in his palm, ready to strike down Yuwen Shuang the moment she was possessed.
Yuwen Shuang sat on the throne, her face filled with despair, as pale as death.
Suddenly, her expression changed. A glimmer of hope shone in her eyes.
In the next moment, two royal experts from the Great Zhou Empire appeared beside her and swiftly pulled her off the throne.
Seeing this, Long Lingtian’s pupils shrank to the size of a sesame seed. His heart trembled violently.