"Shura Domain."
Ye Feng opened his eyes once more. The monstrous face before him, once seething with fury, suddenly fell silent.
Its spirit now floated in a crimson space—the sky above dyed blood red, clouds thick and ominous. The battlefield below was strewn with corpses, blood from countless wounds painting the land a deep, unsettling red.
"Where... is this? Isn't this the Heavenly Tomb? Why am I here?"
The air brimmed with a killing intent so dense that even the demonic visage felt unease.
Then something strange stirred.
The corpses began to twitch.
"Resurrected...?"
The giant face's expression twisted in disbelief. "Am I still in the Heavenly Tomb?"
It attempted to manipulate the dead—but failed. These corpses no longer heeded its will.
Their backs arched. Scarlet wings burst forth. Without warning, they took flight and lunged toward the giant face.
"Courting death!"
A storm roared to life as the giant face summoned a cone-shaped whirlwind, shredding dozens of flying corpses.
But it wasn't enough. No matter how many it destroyed, more took their place.
Boom!
The heavens cracked. Crimson lightning rained down, thick as spears.
Then came the blood rain.
Heavy. Relentless.
"No—!"
The giant face shrieked as it was swallowed by the crimson downpour. Lightning kept falling. The air itself trembled.
Was it over?
No.
Beneath the surface, countless corpses stirred in the bloody flood. As lightning paralyzed the giant face, they pounced—gnawing, tearing.
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Ancient World
The giant face, now back in its realm, seemed eerily calm. Disdain turned to panic. Panic turned to pain. And in the end, it froze—expressionless.
The soul of the Heavenly Tomb... was dead.
"Go."
Ye Feng's voice was calm.
With a wave of soul power, he tossed the shattered spirit into the Holy Cauldron of Chaos. Flames of the Emperor blazed as the cauldron roared to life, refining the massive soul essence.
Ten minutes passed.
What once was the soul of the vast Heavenly Tomb was now a gleaming crystal pill.
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Third Floor of the Heavenly Tomb
Xiao Xuan stood silently, having witnessed everything.
"Who is he? A genius like that, from the Dou Qi Continent? Not from the Soul Clan...?"
He had waited centuries for a Xiao Clan descendant to bring the last drop of Doudi blood—to challenge the soul of the Heavenly Tomb and unleash one final, desperate assault.
Yet someone outside the clan had done what he could not.
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Ye Feng sealed the pill, then calmly retracted the Emperor Flame, the Holy Cauldron, and both Martial Souls—the Xuanyuan Sword and Eye of Hell. The ten divine halos behind him faded as he descended beside Xiao Yixian, Mu Qingluan, Xiao Yu, and Qing Lin.
"An imperial-level elixir... Who should I give it to?"
He hesitated. He had no need for it. His soul realm had reached the Emperor level.
But there were four companions—and only one pill.
"Let's keep it fair. No soul power allowed. Best of three—rock, paper, scissors. Winner takes the pill."
"Sounds good!" Xiao Yixian, Mu Qingluan, and Qing Lin nodded excitedly.
Three rounds later, Xiao Yixian emerged victorious.
Then she turned to Xiao Yu with a grin. "Your turn. You've been by Ye Feng's side the longest. You deserve a shot too."
Xiao Yu nodded, slightly flustered, and faced off against Xiao Yixian.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"
Three intense rounds later... Xiao Yixian stood undefeated.
"Congratulations," Ye Feng said, smiling. With a flick of his finger, the crystal pill floated to Xiao Yixian.
Xiao Yu frowned slightly. "The door to the Heavenly Tomb... it's closed. We can't get in now?"
What concerned her most was the treasure within Xiao Xuan's cave.
"If it's closed, I'll just open it again," Ye Feng replied casually. "Xiao Yixian, absorb the pill inside. The energy there will cut your absorption time in half."
"Understood." She nodded, composed.
Ye Feng raised his hand. Ten golden soul rings appeared beneath him. Behind, the halos of special gods gleamed.
Drawing the Xuanyuan Sword, he slashed the void.
A gray rift opened—a direct path to the Heavenly Tomb.
Beyond it, energy bodies floated in a radiant sky.
"Go."
Without hesitation, Xiao Yixian, Mu Qingluan, Xiao Yu, and Qing Lin stepped into the rift.
Ye Feng sheathed his sword as the rift slowly mended itself.
Ding!
Congratulations. You have refined the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb and prevented Xiao Xuan from burning his soul in battle. The storyline has been subverted. Reward: 999 attribute points.
Only 999?
Likely because the soul was still destroyed, albeit differently.
Ye Feng gazed at the sky. "Once Xiao Yixian finishes refining it, the Heavenly Tomb will obey her command. They'll be safe. Now... it's time for my opportunity."
His soul realm had reached the Emperor level. His body matched a Dou Sheng.
Only his Qi cultivation lagged—still at the Dou Zun level.
The Heavenly Tomb had stood for countless eras. Legends, titans, fallen warriors—all buried within. Their lingering essence saturated the tomb far more densely than the Ancient World.
Ye Feng took a hundred-meter step, ascending into the sky. The Xuanyuan Sword vanished, but the divine halos remained.
"Disperse."
Gray light from the Chaos God spread out in all directions, forming a thousand-meter barrier.
"Devour."
The tree-shaped mark on his forehead glowed, releasing a surge of devouring power.
From the spot where the tomb's gate had vanished, multicolored energy seeped out—gathering, flowing, and finally merging into Ye Feng's body, pouring into his Dantian.
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