In the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north—four types of scripts appeared: human, monster, beast, and demon...
Curiously, there was no script for the elf race.
However.
Elves were spirits of heaven and earth, so they could naturally recognize most of these scripts.
Of course, although the scripts were different, the content was identical, stating:
【One hundred days later, the tomb gates will open. All mortal beings under a hundred years old may enter the Emperor's Tomb and receive my inheritance.】
Twenty-four characters announced an Emperor's Tomb.
The living beings of Fanzhou under the age of a hundred could enter the Emperor's Tomb to receive its inheritance.
That was all.
And this Emperor's Tomb was the tomb of an Immortal Emperor.
Whose tomb was it?
The only person Xu Xian could think of was the Sovereign mentioned by the old tortoise.
Perhaps he and Lu Yuan were correct in their suspicion.
That monarch, the Twilight Emperor, had very likely been suppressed within Fanzhou in the past.
But if the old tortoise was still alive?
How could the Twilight Emperor have fallen? If he had not died, why was there a tomb?
There had to be a conspiracy at play.
At least, the little book spirit, Xu Xian, and Lu Yuan all thought so.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Yet, the myriad living beings of Fanzhou did not feel the same way.
From their perspective, such a miracle only existed in books and was surely the grand work of an immortal.
After a brief moment of shock, their eyes filled with unprecedented fervor.
Especially for those.
Especially for cultivators under a hundred years old.
Since it was an Emperor's Tomb with an inheritance, it was a fortuitous opportunity bestowed by the heavens.
Whoever obtained it would gain the favor of an immortal, soaring to greatness and stunning the world from then on.
In truth.
Similar situations were recorded in books; the mounds of saints, the tombs of immortals, and certain grotto-heavens and blessed lands would open under specific circumstances.
Descendants could enter and receive their inheritance.
However...
Compared to what they saw today, such a grand display was a historic first; neither history books nor legends contained any similar records.
The twenty-four characters of heavenly script suspended in the air lasted for the time it took to drink a cup of tea before fading away.
Yet, the common people and myriad spirits of Fanzhou did not snap out of it for a long time.
Many experts in Fanzhou streaked across the sky like meteors, heading toward the source of the light to investigate.
The Wendao Sword Sect was no exception; four streaks of light departed in four different directions: Lei Yunche headed west, Jiang Wanyin went east, and Lin Fengmian went north.
Because of the saint agreement between the Central Plains and the Wendao Sword Sect, Ye Xianyu headed south alone.
...
That night was destined to be a sleepless one for the entirety of Fanzhou.
The twenty-four characters of the suspended mantra lingered in everyone's minds.
Some beings were restless, already unable to contain themselves.
They wished they could set out overnight to reach the so-called tomb gates.
Even though they didn't even know where the gates were.
But.
They thought that as long as they kept walking toward the direction where the light originated, they would eventually find it.
Rogue cultivators packed their bags, leaving their homes behind.
Similar scenes were common throughout Fanzhou that night.
Only the disciples of major sects and great families could remain calm.
They knew very well that with such a massive commotion tonight, the sects would not stand idly by, and the elders would surely uncover the truth.
When the time came, they would make proper arrangements and head out in groups.
The Wendao Sword Sect was the same; after the streaks of light appeared, no one was in the mood to cultivate, and everyone poured out.
In groups of twos and threes, or sevens and eights, they discussed, debated, and speculated wildly...
Xu Xian also set out overnight to return to the Wendao Sword Sect.
At a time like this.
As the Little Grand-Uncle, he had to be there; moreover, since the matter was suspicious, he had to inform his senior brothers and sisters of his concerns and conjectures.
Even if they really had to go, he had to lead the team.
Whether the Emperor's Tomb was real or fake, a fortuitous opportunity or a premeditated scheme, a bloody storm was inevitable.
Back then, the appearance of just one auspicious beast in the three-thousand-mile Demon Suppression Abyss had driven both humans and demons mad, eventually leading to the war in the East Desolation.
The casualties were countless.
This Emperor's Tomb was even more significant; it was open to all of Fanzhou, regardless of race, as long as they were under a hundred years old.
There were no requirements for cultivation level, only for age; Xu Xian couldn't even imagine how many people would fight and scramble to enter this tomb.
Especially since there were no saints or great ascension stage experts under a hundred years old, and even those at the seventh stage were few and far between.
This invisibly gave living beings an illusion: they could do it; they had a chance.
They couldn't compete with saints, but they had to try against their peers.
Although the world was full of geniuses and most people were naturally insignificant and couldn't even stand on the main stage.
But what if?
What if they were the one chosen by that so-called 'Emperor'?
Human nature was like that; everyone thought they would be the lucky one.
This matter was just like buying a lottery ticket.
If you don't buy one, you definitely won't win.
But as long as you buy it, there's a chance you might win, even if you know the possibility is infinitesimally close to zero.
Yet, it still couldn't erase the fluke mentality inherent in human nature.
Had Xu Xian not had similar thoughts himself?
This was a celestial encounter.
You can buy lottery tickets every day, but if you miss a celestial encounter, it's a once-in-a-lifetime regret.
Driven by the desire for longevity and the pursuit of the Dao, living beings could always find ten thousand reasons to convince themselves to fight for it.
As the saying goes, under a heavy reward, there must be a brave fool; in the face of absolute and massive interests, any risk would be infinitely minimized.
Or even ignored.
That night, as Fanzhou was restless and boiling over, Xu Xian and the little book spirit discussed the matter all the way.
The little book spirit said very certainly that this was a trap; the tomb was a real tomb, but it definitely wasn't the tomb of an Immortal Emperor.
Rather, it was the grave for the majority of Fanzhou's younger generation.
Many people would die, a great many people.
The little book spirit also said that if this were truly the tomb of an Immortal Emperor, even if there was only a remnant of the Immortal Emperor's divine sense left, he would certainly not put on such a show.
Even if an Immortal Emperor had truly fallen in this lower realm of Fanzhou at some point in time.
His inheritance would only be left for someone destined.
Just like in the past.
After its own master fell, he only instructed the little book spirit to set up a sword stele and leave behind a game of endgame chess.
Waiting for the day someone would solve the endgame and become the new master.
It told itself.
Its master was the top powerhouse and the most powerful Immortal Emperor of the Era of Primal Chaos.
And on the path to finding an heir, there had never been such a grand display as this.
Nor would there be any so-called age restriction.
Under a hundred years old?
It told Xu Xian that this was more like an Immortal Emperor had awakened but was unable to escape his current situation for some reason.
Therefore, he wanted to scout for the most outstanding junior.
To possess them.
To return to the world in such a manner.
Of course.
The little book spirit also kept emphasizing that this was just its guess, merely a conjecture; to know the truth, one would still have to enter this so-called Emperor's Tomb.
Only then could they catch a glimpse of the truth.
However, Xu Xian strongly agreed with the little book spirit's speculation.
He felt that the little book spirit's deduction was very reasonable, especially since he already knew some inside information, making it feel even more plausible.
That Sovereign was suppressed in Fanzhou, and for some reason, he had awakened and directed this current performance.
Luring the world's mortal beings and the younger generation in his eyes to enter.
Either.
He would pick the best one from among them to possess.
Or.
He would sacrifice all of them to break his seal.
Even Xiushe knew how to bewitch people and use evil cultivators to resurrect his physical body, let alone an Immortal Emperor powerhouse and a titan of the starry sky.
However, a guess was just a guess, and a worry was just a worry.
Yet Xu Xian still smelled a massive profit in this matter.
It wasn't just the opportunity hidden within this so-called 'Emperor's Tomb'.
There was also a chance hidden within the situation itself.
He said to the little book spirit, "Even if you're right and this really is that Sovereign's conspiracy, it might not necessarily be a bad thing for me..."
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