Perspective

The little book spirit knew exactly what Xu Xian was thinking. He couldn't guarantee whether this tomb belonged to the Sovereign.

He also wasn't certain if the Sovereign was plotting against this generation of Fanzhou.

However, his master definitely had some ideas.

Within the hundred-year age limit, all the geniuses of the four races in Fanzhou combined could not match Xu Xian alone.

This trip was indeed promising.

If it really was the Sovereign.

He would just have to consider himself unlucky and hand over the spoils to Xu Xian.

He had to admit.

His master was indeed farsighted. Keeping the demon son identity had come in handy, hadn't it?

Whether it was a coincidence or deep foresight, perhaps only Xu Xian himself knew.

But.

One thing was certain: opportunities only favored the prepared.

At this moment, the phrase 'always be prepared' had truly manifested.

It was just a pity for the Demon Abyss. It had only been peaceful for a few years, and now it was likely to be restless again.

What a miserable fate.

Thoughts were just thoughts, but actually doing it made even the little book spirit feel a bit apprehensive, despite being a sword spirit.

First, its conscience felt a slight prickle.

Second, it would be making enemies of the entire world. If the plan was exposed, it might really end up getting killed.

It tried to persuade him. "Master, I think we should plan this more carefully."

Xu Xian feigned ignorance. "Plan what carefully? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Uh... there is no need to act with me." The little book spirit was speechless.

Xu Xian chuckled, his eyes bright. "What are you afraid of? As the saying goes, a horse doesn't get fat without midnight grass, and a man doesn't get rich without windfalls. Fortune is found in danger. Either we don't do it at all, or we go all out."

The little book spirit pouted. What happened to being steady and cautious?

It had only been a few years.

He was only at the seventh stage with a third-rank divine sword, yet he had already become so arrogant.

However.

Despite the internal complaints and grumbling, it didn't try to persuade Xu Xian further. First, once its master set his mind on something, no one could change it.

Second, to some extent, it agreed with its master's mindset. To be a man, one had to be daring and proactive.

You have to fight to win!

This so-called Emperor's Tomb was indeed a chance for him, a chance to build the fourth floor of the Sword Tower.

Before dawn, Xu Xian had already returned to the sect. At that time, the Wendao Sword Sect was still bustling with activity. Many disciples could be seen moving about the mountains, all discussing the Emperor's Tomb.

Their speculations were many, yet mostly similar.

At the Zuiwan Residence.

He surprisingly saw the two little ones. They had also ended their secluded cultivation because the floating heavenly script had finished appearing.

Since several senior brothers were away, they had returned to the Zuiwan Residence.

When they saw Xu Xian, both were very excited. While showing off their cultivation progress, they also proactively brought up the matter of the Emperor's Tomb.

They asked Xu Xian what he thought.

Xu Xian joked that if possible, he wanted to watch from the sidelines, earning a round of eye-rolls from the two boys.

Xu Xian didn't want to discuss the matter in depth with the two children and was extremely dismissive.

Clearly.

He did not want them to step into this muddy pool.

However, he also knew from the longing and expectation in their eyes that he probably couldn't stop them from going to the Emperor's Tomb.

Unless...

He became more forceful.

But he didn't want to do that.

In the cultivation world, blocking someone's opportunity was like killing their parents. The current Xu Xian couldn't guarantee the Emperor's Tomb belonged to the Sovereign, nor could he be sure it was a long-premeditated trap.

What if it really was an inheritance left by some Great Emperor from the distant past?

There were many Immortal Emperors; it didn't necessarily have to be the Sovereign.

Even Lu Yuan had ended up in Fanzhou for no apparent reason.

Why couldn't others?

It was hard to say.

He could only wait and see. Fortunately, the two little ones had already broken through to the core formation stage and had immortal swords with them. Ordinary beings under a hundred years old would be no match for them.

With him looking after them, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

However, this matter still had to wait until intelligence came back. The hundred-day deadline was still far off, so it was best to plan carefully.

Xu Xian ran into Li Qingshan, who also asked him if he had any designs on the Emperor's Tomb.

Xu Xian answered with a question, asking where Ye Xianyu had gone.

Li Qingshan told him the truth.

Last night, as soon as the floating heavenly script vanished, Ye Xianyu and several senior brothers and sisters left the sect, heading in the four cardinal directions.

They should be back in a few hours.

He also said.

People from the Shadow Hall had been sent out as well. In a few days, intelligence would be coming in.

There would also be news about the tomb gates mentioned in the floating script.

Xu Xian indicated that he understood. He said that since that was the case, he wouldn't bother running around and would just wait in the sect.

He would also guard the sect in the meantime.

He also instructed Li Qingshan that the Northern Borders might become unstable in the coming days, so sect disciples must be extremely cautious when traveling.

Li Qingshan agreed in his heart, though he didn't forget to mouth off a bit.

"I'm not doing it!"

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

Xu Xian didn't even bother to acknowledge him, only saying, "Do it or don't."

He turned around and went to find Lu Yuan.

Li Qingshan watched the young man's departing back and cursed under his breath, grumbling, "I really can't deal with this. I must have owed you in a past life."

His body was honest, though.

He immediately left the Zuiwan Residence and headed toward the Zhijian Peak main hall.

Xu Xian was right. At times like this, it was even more important to be prepared for danger, lest those spirits and demons take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

As the combat backbone of the Wendao Sword Sect, the Zhijian Hall bore the heavy responsibility of maintaining the sect's stability.

And as the Peak Master of Zhijian Peak, Li Qingshan naturally took the lead.

However.

He was still a bit depressed. He thought that with Xu Xian's current temperament, even if he took over Ye Xianyu's position, it would be hard for him to find any peace.

Xu Xian found Lu Yuan, and the two had an in-depth discussion about the Emperor's Tomb.

Xu Xian integrated his and the little book spirit's thoughts, organized his words, and told him everything.

Lu Yuan was surprised, saying that he had the same thoughts as Xu Xian.

He also felt something was wrong.

There was a strong scent of conspiracy in the air.

An Emperor's Tomb.

That was not unusual in itself.

In the Upper Realm, he had seen or heard of dozens, if not a hundred. It wasn't strange for an Emperor's Tomb to be in the lower realm.

A struggle between Emperors could easily shatter stars, shake space, and tear through the void.

It wasn't impossible for one to accidentally fall into the lower realm.

But a situation like today's was something he had never heard of. Most Emperor's Tombs in the Upper Realm were triggered accidentally.

Only then would people from all over the world fight for them.

There would also be similar restrictions.

Race restrictions.

Age restrictions.

Cultivation level restrictions...

And so on!!

But like last night, with the aurora hanging in the night sky and the heavenly script written under the moon.

Using such a method to lure all living beings into an Emperor's Tomb was unprecedented.

He told Xu Xian that this really felt like someone was chumming the water.

Deliberately luring everyone in.

Lu Yuan said solemnly, "I have the same thought as you. If things go wrong, this really might be a blood sacrifice."

Xu Xian remained silent. Hearing Lu Yuan's analysis, he also felt uncertain, not out of fear for the trip to the Emperor's Tomb.

He was just worried that if this truly was a conspiracy and an Immortal Emperor awakened, what kind of situation Fanzhou would face.

He even wondered if the calamity of the Demon Abyss mentioned by the High Priest was not caused by himself, but by this current matter.

He couldn't figure it out.

It was a mess.

Lu Yuan suggested, "How about you let that old tortoise out and ask him? He might know something."