Chapter 1423: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Ancient Tomb Cataclysm

The cataclysm inside the Ancient Tomb, at the moment the Rift was torn open, caused all the mist within the entire Ancient Tomb map to boil and surge, rumbling violently as it billowed out in all directions.

The internal changes caused external tremors.

Outside the Ancient Tomb at this moment, within the Primordial Stars, the Rift to the Ancient Burial Ground, which had originally disappeared, suddenly flashed out again. As it rapidly reappeared, the endless mist that had lingered outside after the Rift previously closed seemed to synchronize with the mist inside the Ancient Tomb, surging violently.

Bursts of booming sounds, like the mist colliding, spread far and wide.

Moreover, the moment the Ancient Tomb Rift reappeared in the Primordial Stars, the mist seemed to be sucked away by a powerful force, rushing straight toward the Rift. It was as if the Rift had become a massive inhaling mouth, and with one breath, the rolling mist whistled toward that great maw.

In an instant, the mist, like a sea, rolled back and largely vanished. The remainder was still being rapidly sucked into the Ancient Tomb Rift.

In the Primordial Stars, on a dry, dead Cultivation Planet not far from the Ancient Burial Ground, the true body of Elder Dahuang, whose Clone had collapsed, looked slightly pale. He suddenly opened his eyes from his cross-legged position, revealing a look of ruthlessness.

His entire life of cultivating the Dao was for himself, and he loved breaking oaths, but all those who knew of this hobby of his had died, so it had never spread or become known to others.

Although he had some acquaintance with the Second Generation Vermilion Bird, what was that acquaintance worth when compared to personal gain? It was precisely because of this cruel and ungrateful nature that he had cultivated the Dao for tens of thousands of years without a single true friend!

With a cold snort, his body flashed, and he stepped directly into the starry sky. In a flash, his figure disappeared, only to reappear outside the Ancient Tomb Rift that was rapidly sucking in the mist.

His body floated within the mist, like an immovable mountain. After staring coldly for a long time, a hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

"There is actually no restriction on the cultivation of entrants anymore…" Elder Dahuang was silent for a moment before stepping forward without hesitation, directly entering the Rift.

At the same time, the instant the Ancient Tomb Rift in the Primordial Stars began sucking in the mist, far away in a place of endless stars, seemingly within an illusion, there was a purple ocean. The waves of the ocean rolled violently, and deep beneath the surface, an old man sat cross-legged. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a streak of cold light.

"Elder Dahuang dared to seize my Clone, and there is also Wang Lin… ruining my plans! Now that this Ancient Tomb has undergone a cataclysm, the restriction on the cultivation of entrants is gone…" The old man remained silent for a moment, then waved his right hand in front of him. Immediately, the waves roared, and right in front of the old man within the seabed, a massive door formed entirely of sea waves appeared!

The old man stood up and stepped directly toward the door. His figure suddenly vanished, reappearing outside the Ancient Tomb Rift.

Just then, the starry sky in front of the old man twisted violently, as if split into nine parts, revealing scenes of illusory worlds. From those nine twisted worlds, a person stepped out!

This person was a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten appearance and a slightly dark complexion. Upon appearing, his eyes were like lightning as he glanced at Venerable Miaoyin.

"Old Daoist Miaoyin, who hasn't left the Purple Sea for tens of thousands of years, actually came to wade into this muddy water too."

"If you, Old Devil Jiutian, can come, naturally I can too." Venerable Miaoyin's voice was hoarse as he spoke slowly.

The two exchanged glances, then stopped speaking and simultaneously looked toward the Rift that was swallowing and sucking in the mist, their eyes filled with contemplation.

"Old Poison Dahuang has already gone in…" After a moment, Venerable Miaoyin suddenly said.

"Could it be a trap…" Demon Venerable Jiutian frowned and spoke slowly.

"It shouldn't be… Do you think a Cultivator capable of setting a trap inside this Ancient Tomb would make a move like this?" The two men met each other's gaze, gradually revealing determination.

“We must Seal Dahuang!”

"I will help you Seal Old Poison, and I will take sixty percent of whatever we obtain!"

"Agreed, but that little fellow must be given to me!"

Having reached an agreement, the two transformed without hesitation into two long rainbows and shot toward the Rift, which, having swallowed all the mist, now floated quietly in the stars. But just as they approached and were about to step in, the Primordial Stars shook violently.

A majestic might suddenly condensed furiously from all directions, instantly transforming into a massive, illusory palm print that floated in the sky above.

The palm print was so vast it seemed capable of covering this entire Star Domain. Venerable Miaoyin immediately paused and looked up at the palm print.

Demon Venerable Jiutian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he also stopped moving.

Beneath the palm print, wisps of black Qi appeared out of thin air, intertwining to form a blurry black silhouette. This was a person wearing a black robe, their entire body shrouded by the robe, making their appearance indiscernible.

"The great war is about to begin. Neither of you can afford an accident. This Ancient Tomb… you had better not enter it."

During the brief silence, the Ancient Tomb Rift did not shrink but remained floating, seemingly waiting for Cultivators to enter. Venerable Miaoyin suddenly spoke: "Are you certain there will be an accident?"

"I have not yet calculated it…" The black-robed person's voice was hoarse, revealing endless antiquity.

"No matter, no accident will occur. Even if one does, you surely have a way to rescue us." Venerable Miaoyin turned, took a step, and immediately entered the Rift, his figure disappearing.

Demon Venerable Jiutian smiled, cupped his fist toward the black-robed person, and laughed, "It seems your injuries have largely recovered. If there truly is an accident this time, I'll rely on you."

Demon Venerable Jiutian stepped into the Rift without hesitation, his body flashing. After he entered, the Ancient Tomb Rift still did not dissipate. Instead, it remained torn open, floating within the stars as if eternal.

The blurry black-robed person stood there silently, letting out a soft sigh after a long time.

"I hope no accident occurs… Two of the Five Primordial Venerables, Dahuang of the empty profound Realm, as well as Zhou Jin, the two Concubines of the Ancient Immortal Venerable… these people account for thirty percent of the power of my Primordial Stars… With all of them entering this Ancient Tomb… I am still uneasy…"

Inside the Ancient Tomb, the two massive hands swept and struck past, destroying the first Ninth-stage Tomb Platform to appear, and simultaneously tearing open a Rift that seemed to lead to another world.

Wang Lin, his face pale, did not hesitate. The moment the Rift appeared, he took a step forward and walked directly inside!

Those outside, including Demon Venerable Jiutian and the charming Pink-robed Woman, could only watch helplessly as Wang Lin's figure disappeared, not daring to advance an inch under the might of the massive hands.

The moment Wang Lin entered the Rift, the two massive hands slowly dissipated, scattering into crystal light. However, the crisis was not over. The Ancient Fiend, whose Seal had been broken, revealed a streak of red light in its eyes, licked its lips, and let out a sharp howl toward the sky!

The instant he stepped into the Rift, the ninth map suddenly appeared in Wang Lin's mind, but now, this ninth map was useless.

At the same time, the ancient and aged voice of dao ancient Ye Mo slowly entered Wang Lin's mind.

"The Ninth-stage Tomb is open. You are my Legacy… You may step through the Gate of Reincarnation and enter my Dao Heavenly Mansion… However, the Heavenly Mansion is Sealed by my Dao's lifelong enemy. Entering requires sufficient cultivation and a great Opportunity… I only suffered one defeat in my life… but I do not regret it… Zuo Xuan, the member of the Dao Sect, blocked my retreat… Dao Yi Li Guang shot down my left eye. That left eye contains half my life's memories and my longing for my homeland… Inheritor, if you can become ancient, if you can… if you can…"

The words faded, the last two sentences extremely vague and unclear. Wang Lin's vision blurred, and when his sight cleared, he found himself inside an immensely vast palace.

This palace was like the starry sky; it was difficult to see the end of it with a single glance. The entire palace was magnificent and golden, exuding endless majesty while simultaneously being permeated by a chilling gloom.

This chilling aura came from the corpse formation in front of Wang Lin, extending far into the distance in four parallel rows, composed of countless Cultivators!

Each row had nearly a thousand Cultivators. They stood rigidly straight, blood flowing from their seven orifices, their eyes wide open, retaining expressions of ferocity and killing intent.

The clothing of these people was very strange, completely unlike anything Wang Lin had seen. The material of the garments was like flowing water, resembling living matter. Wang Lin had only seen similar clothing on the outsiders from back then, in the illusory memories that appeared in his mind when he collected the Indestructible Thunder in the Flashing Thunder Clan.

Above the heads of these people, green flames flickered, emitting faint burning sounds that illuminated the grand hall.

"Human Lamps…" Wang Lin floated mid-air in the grand hall, his gaze sweeping over the Cultivators. Every one of these people had been turned into a lamp. The burning flame was the candlewick formed by the Fusion of their corpse oil and Primordial Spirit.

Watching all this, the chilling gloom intensified. Wang Lin's gaze followed the rows of Cultivators forward. Far ahead, there was a towering stone platform, and at the very top of that platform was a massive throne.

In front of the throne, running from the bottom of the stone platform up to the base of the chair, was a massive Rift, containing a remnant of world-shaking Qi that still lingered today.

It was as if someone, back then, had come with a sword or an arrow, breaking through all obstructions between heaven and earth, whistling close from afar, aimed directly at the person on the throne!

The throne was empty, except for an oval light cluster that emitted a soft glow and floated silently.

Between the four parallel rows of Cultivators, a cauldron roughly several hundred zhang in size stood erected. Within the cauldron, faint Burning Incense floated, drifting straight toward the ceiling.

Wang Lin remained silent as his body slowly ascended. As he rose, his gaze gradually passed over the massive stone platform ahead, and he slowly saw a small portion of the palace interior!

Behind this stone platform, there was also a massive cauldron. Surrounding that cauldron, there were also four rows of motionless Cultivators, who, while maintaining their ferocious expressions, also had flames burning above their heads.

In the eight directions surrounding the stone platform—front, back, left, and right—there was a cauldron, and countless Cultivators!!

Wang Lin was deeply shaken. He stared at the scene before him, and after a long time, he took a deep breath. What he could see now was not the entirety of this boundless grand hall. Silently, Wang Lin raised his right hand and swept it forward abruptly. A fierce wind swept out, and bursts of dazzling light enveloped more than half the palace with the wind, allowing Wang Lin to see everything further away.

The moment he clearly saw what was in the distance, Wang Lin's pupils abruptly contracted.

Recently, a trend of composing poetry seems to have sprung up in the review section. This is excellent and has stirred the poor scholar's heart in Er Gen. I also want to compose some poems, but unfortunately, my skill is insufficient, and I cannot manage it… The poetry isn't up to par… I'll just quietly watch all you Fellow Daoists compose poems.

There are Three Thousand Great Daos. Let's see if everyone can ultimately produce three thousand poems. I will compile them and eventually post them in the renegade immortal public chapters.