Chapter 68

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Chapter 68: The Great Tomb

Even Ye Yun, who came from an ordinary background with limited experience, had heard of Secret Vaults.

These Secret Vaults were mostly ruins of ancient sects, dwellings of powerful wandering cultivators, or trial grounds built by old sects.

Such places were usually abundant in spiritual energy. Even if they lacked relics or alchemy materials, they often produced spirit herbs of immense value to cultivators.

However, these locations were also filled with lingering arrays and restrictions.

The restrictions left behind by sects or powerful wandering cultivators held terrifying power—far beyond what low-level disciples like them could withstand!

The other disciples weren’t fools either. As Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng froze, their breaths catching and bodies turning cold, the others also paled. Some even trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, voices echoed from the sky again.

“Indeed, the Heavenly Sword Sect dispatched Peak Master Ouyang of Absolute Sword Peak, showing their determination to secure it this time. Only the Du family, Jin Kingdom’s foremost clan, could rival Peak Master Ouyang. Our Qi Yang Sect merely hopes you’ll honor the prior agreement and spare us some unwanted treasures.” From the western sky, an elderly woman holding a dragon-headed cane spoke. Her face was deeply wrinkled.

“Elder Yin, you’re too modest. Everyone knows your cultivation has reached perfection—a half-step from comprehending the Golden Pill Dao. If you’re unqualified, then I, Ouyang Wentian, am even less so.” The middle-aged man clasped his hands toward the west, smiling.

“Peak Master Ouyang is right. Though the Du family is strong, fewer than twenty in our clan match Elder Yin’s cultivation.” A gloomy man in the southern sky spoke coldly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“You flatter me. Twenty years ago, I barely survived the human tribulation and still haven’t grasped celestial beings. How can I speak of the Golden Pill Dao? The Du family, however, sent Third Patriarch Du, who has reached the Sixth-layer Foundation Establishment celestial realm. He’s the true contender—Peak Master Ouyang pales in comparison.” Elder Yin tapped her cane, coughing weakly.

“Naturally, Third Patriarch Du’s prowess is renowned. I hold him in high regard.” Ouyang Wentian chuckled.

The hook-nosed man in the south sneered. “Good that you know your place. The Du family alone could’ve opened Hualun Secret Vault, but we’ll share it as fellow Jin Kingdom cultivators.”

“Du Jianming, since four factions unite to open it, stop boasting. Let’s begin.” An old man from the Ba Dao Sect in the north snorted coldly.

“Sun Yidao! How dare you address me so?” Du Jianming’s eyes flashed with rage.

“What? Want a fight?” Sun Yidao laughed, his voice booming across the sky.

“I opposed involving your Ba Dao Sect! Let’s eliminate you first!” Du Jianming pointed furiously at him.

“The Du family head nears the Golden Pill Dao—we revere him. But you, Third Patriarch?” Ouyang Wentian’s calm voice carried clearly. “You fall short.”

“Ouyang Wentian! You dare mock me?” Du Jianming whirled, murderous intent sharpening his gaze.

Elder Yin’s cane struck the air. A deep rumble shook the earth like distant thunder.

“Will Hualun Secret Vault open today? If not, we wait twelve more years. Decide now, or I depart.”

Du Jianming grimaced. “The old woman speaks sense. Settle this later—open the vault first.”

Light flashed in his hand, revealing a mirror emitting pale radiance.

Ouyang Wentian, Elder Yin, and Sun Yidao exchanged nods. Three identical mirrors materialized before them.

Four streams of true essence struck the mirrors. Multicolored brilliance erupted, shooting toward the endless plain below.

An unimaginable sight unfolded.

A colossal tomb rose silently from the earth—no quakes, no flying debris. It spanned miles, dwarfing all who gazed upon it.

Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng locked eyes, mutual dread reflected. Such power! From their conversation, this was a Golden Pill master’s tomb.

“No wonder so many disciples came. Ten times this number couldn’t fill a fraction!” Qu Yiping gaped at the tomb.

“This tomb must hold heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and a Golden Pill master’s techniques. Obtaining them would ease our path to the Golden Pill stage.” Duan Chenfeng’s earlier arrogance vanished as he stared awestruck.

“Senior Brother Duan… can we survive this?” Yu Minghong’s face was deathly pale.

“Risk brings reward. And do we have a choice?” Duan Chenfeng’s bloodshot eyes betrayed no nobility now.

Ye Yun frowned. The tomb’s grandeur was obvious, but why send low-level disciples?

“Hualun Secret Vault is open. Per our pact: twelve sects send 100 disciples each. Heavenly Sword Sect and Du family send 500 each. Elder Yin and Sect Master Sun oversee one gate each.” Ouyang Wentian’s voice resounded.

“Agreed.” Elder Yin and Sun Yidao replied.

“Heavenly Sword Sect sharing five gates with Du family? My elder brother’s gone mad!” Du Jianming spat.

“Dissatisfied? Shall we yield all to Du family?” Ouyang Wentian asked mildly.

Du Jianming snorted. Empty words—Heavenly Sword Sect rivaled Du family in strength.

Ye Yun listened, unease thickening.

Yang Qingfeng’s icy voice cut through.

“Tian Zhu Peak outer disciples—follow me!”

Twenty inner disciples in white advanced, faces stern. Resistance would mean death.