Whether the Emperor's Tomb was in chaos or not depended entirely on Bai Mang.
On the second day in the Emperor's Tomb, Bai Mang swept through six great sects in a row.
On the third day, Taoists met with disaster, bald monks were wounded, and even the scholars were pummeled...
It was a mess, a complete and utter mess.
What was supposed to be a trial of slaughter had become a one-man show. Bai Mang's achievements left everyone in the dust, putting him miles ahead of the competition.
By the fifth day, not a single person from the human, demon, or spirit races had been spared; they had all fallen victim to his schemes.
They cursed, saying Bai Mang wasn't human.
And indeed, he wasn't human. He was a demon, a demon from the Demon Abyss.
The number of people bound to Bai Mang's iron chains grew larger and larger. Eventually, he simply found the skeletal remains of a giant beast's skull.
He threw everyone he had kidnapped inside it. Carrying that skull—which was as large as a small mountain—on his back, he rampaged through the burial grounds with a demon girl in tow.
Wherever people gathered, he would charge in. He would produce a list and demand they hand over the people on it. If they refused, he would force his way through. Ordinary disciples were slaughtered for merit points.
As for those with exceptional talent or deep backgrounds, he would knock them unconscious and toss them into the skull.
They were tied up securely.
At first, the various beings didn't know what he was trying to do, but they gradually began to understand. His intention in kidnapping those fellows was obvious: he wanted to take them back and demand ransoms.
Those individuals were either the young sect masters of a sect or the young clan leaders of a race. There was no shortage of those with beast god bloodlines, descendants of demon immortals, or even descendants of saints.
Today, a dao child was kidnapped.
Tomorrow, a buddha child would be caught in the net.
Throughout the burial grounds, anyone with even a modicum of fame lived in constant fear.
Initially.
They tried to face Bai Mang head-on, even uniting to lay a massive net to kill him.
Later.
They realized they simply couldn't beat him, so they grew smarter. Those geniuses took the initiative to separate themselves from their sects and the crowds.
They hid in the wasteland to avoid meeting a miserable end.
Originally.
Those from small sects and families watched the spectacle, occasionally clapping and cheering in private.
But later.
They realized Bai Mang wouldn't even let them off; he began targeting them as well.
They could only curse as they hid everywhere they could.
Slowly, having lost his major targets, Bai Mang began launching indiscriminate attacks within the burial grounds. No one who had previously held a high cultivation realm could escape.
Even those with a few more merit points in their hands were kidnapped.
Who cared what your name was?
Who cared about your background?
A single strike from his club was all it took.
By the time they woke up, they were already wrapped tightly in layer upon layer of cold chains, unable to move a muscle...
He even found them too noisy and stuffed things into their mouths.
Favored children of heaven, sect saintesses, and peerless geniuses.
They were all piled together like a farmer's compost heap.
How tragic!
Fortunately, they weren't dead, and it seemed they wouldn't be dying anytime soon.
Five whole days had passed, and the expected racial wars, sect conflicts, and scenes of thousands or tens of thousands of people slaughtering each other had not occurred.
Instead, the geniuses across the burial grounds were hiding everywhere, scurrying like rats.
Without the leadership of these sect and family geniuses, ordinary disciples naturally lost their cohesion.
They scattered.
Breaking into smaller groups.
Many sect disciples even took the initiative to stay far away from their own geniuses to avoid running into Bai Mang.
The louder they had flattered them in the past, the further they stayed away now.
Dramatic scenes played out frequently across the burial grounds, and Bai Mang's infamy became known to everyone.
He had inadvertently become the number one public enemy, the enemy of all living beings, with a reputation even more resounding than Xu Xian's.
Some even speculated that Xu Xian might have been kidnapped and tossed inside as well. Otherwise, why hadn't his figure appeared for five consecutive days?
Of course.
Xu Xian had killed many people and kidnapped many as well. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say his crimes were numerous and his evil knew no bounds...
But he wasn't without his good deeds; they just weren't done openly.
Because of his appearance and his series of actions, those powerful geniuses and monsters were forced to focus on their own survival, either being captured or fleeing for their lives.
How could they have the mind to fight for the so-called emperor's inheritance?
If they ran just a bit too slowly.
Not only would they fail to obtain the inheritance, but if they were caught, they would inevitably be pummeled and subjected to all sorts of humiliation.
And those were the better outcomes.
Once the Emperor's Tomb opened and they left this place, they would have to wait for their own ancestors and elders to come and ransom them.
How would they face their clans or sects in the future?
It was too embarrassing.
The mere thought of such a situation made them instinctively shudder.
It was true that wealth was sought in danger.
It was even truer that one had to fight with their life on the line.
But the current situation wasn't like that at all.
That man named Bai Mang was too insane; he could chase and hack at over ten thousand people alone while remaining completely unharmed.
How were they supposed to fight?
They were even beginning to suspect that this so-called Emperor's Tomb was actually the tomb of the Demon Lord rumored in the Demon Abyss, and that Bai Mang was the Demon Lord's biological son.
Even more ridiculously, some said that this Emperor's Tomb was opened by Bai Mang himself just to lure them in so he could kidnap them.
In short, rumors were flying everywhere, becoming increasingly absurd and preposterous...
The geniuses were busy running away.
What about the remaining disciples? Those with grudges took the chance to seek revenge, while those without focused on self-preservation. If they were lucky, they might pick up a few bones; if not, so be it.
Compete?
They no longer wanted to compete.
Unless someone could kill Bai Mang.
Otherwise.
With the merit points he had in his hand, even if he stood right in front of them and let them hack at him for days and nights until the trial ended or they died of exhaustion, they still wouldn't be able to catch up.
The inheritance of the Emperor's Tomb had already slipped through their fingers.
Since there was no chance left, why bother fighting?
They might as well huddle in their respective corners and wait for the time to end.
Or perhaps, wait for a new opportunity to appear.
At least.
Until hope reappeared, they wouldn't move again.
Thus.
Xu Xian's series of actions had inadvertently triggered a butterfly effect.
Since the end of the platform struggle on the first day, the millions of living beings had not engaged in any large-scale battles.
The casualty rate was far lower than predicted, which could be considered a roundabout way of saving many people.
In particular, the disciples of the Wendao Sect and the heavenly demons of the Demon Abyss had suffered almost zero casualties.
The Wendao Sect went without saying, as they remained inside the tortoise shell cave and did not participate in any conflicts. Few even knew where they were.
As for the demons of the Demon Abyss, they gathered together at a known camp, but who dared to provoke them?
Setting aside the fear of Bai Mang's retaliation.
The Demon Abyss itself wasn't to be trifled with. The other groups had been scattered by Bai Mang, and their leading figures were either captured or on the run.
What would they use to fight the demon race?
So, Xu Xian had inadvertently protected the demon race as well.
Chi Ji was deeply moved by this.
Although Bai Mang hadn't said it explicitly, she could feel that from the very beginning, when he ordered the demons to stay put and gathered the scattered demon race members, he had already planned a way out for them.
He crippled the others.
The demon race rested and built up their strength.
As one side waxed and the other waned, the demon race would naturally remain safe and sound.
As the time approached, the chaos in the Emperor's Tomb showed no signs of stopping.
The myriad beings continued to curse Bai Mang, their grievances surging like a tide.
But as the man himself, Xu Xian wasn't faring much better, wearing a frown all day long.
He muttered complaints to himself:
"What a headache!"
"What kind of people are these?"
"You're all hiding so well, how am I supposed to catch you all..."
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