Chapter 5: Great Demon Yin Tomb

Yang Zhu sighed inwardly, what kind of person could make this guy suffer such a loss?

Even Duan De would shake his head, indicating he was powerless; this Big Black Dog guy is really too difficult to deal with.

"It's not like I'm not leaving you any."

Yang Zhu muttered, he was not heartless, it was impossible for him to swallow all the cut-out things himself.

After a moment, the Big Black Dog returned with a dark face.

On one hand, it's the pain of seeing treasure but unable to eat it; on the other hand, he couldn't help being curious, wanting to witness what treasure would be cut out next.

The second one was still a millstone; this time a blue flower was cut out.

Its appearance looked ordinary, three flower petals had clear veins, like a person breathing, constantly flashing a faint glow.

Yang Zhu slightly frowned, a golden light covered his eyes, the Primordial Scripture operated, directly perceiving the source, and he quickly saw that the blue flower was extraordinary.

"It actually has something to do with time."

Inside the blue flower, there is a tiny speck of light, very weak, yet it contains the power of time.

The Primordial Scripture has already touched the domain of time and space; Yang Zhu is extremely familiar with this.

"Put it away for now, study it later when there's time."

Just as he was about to put away the blue flower, Yang Zhu suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if a pair of eyes were spying on him from somewhere, his skin turned cold.

"I found you."

The Primordial Scripture operated; Yang Zhu, through the power of the source, caught a wisp of bloody qi in the void.

He flicked his fingertip, dropping a drop of gleaming imperial blood, smashing it toward a clearing several hundred meters away.

Boom! The golden imperial blood seemed to have struck something, a faint sound came from it, and Yang Zhu stepped forward quickly to check ahead of the mountain.

Where the blood fell, there was nothing, only a tuft of red hair on the ground stood out conspicuously.

"He runs pretty fast."

"What happened?" the Big Black Dog looked puzzled, not understanding Yang Zhu's series of actions.

"Nothing much, I just attracted some things."

Yang Zhu's cultivation was too low; he couldn't fully conceal his qi, ultimately still attracting something unknown.

He is not like Ye Fan, who has no karma from cultivating the Source Heavenly Scripture in his body, and his veins flow with the purest Great Emperor bloodline; he fears nothing of the so-called unknown!

From this it can be seen that the extraordinary nature of this blue flower even stirred the unknown.

Yang Zhu carefully put away the blue flower, then continued cutting open another item.

These are indeed strange stones sought by generations of Source Heavenly Masters; the treasures cut out next are more shocking than the last.

Besides fist-sized divine sources, there are various rare miraculous medicines, some of which exist only in legends.

However, the most shocking thing wasn't these, until later a chunk of red ore was cut out.

"Primordial Ore!"

I never expected that among the strange stones there would be Primordial Ore from deep in the Primordial Ancient Mine; this material is extremely rare, entirely controlled by that group of Supremes.

Later, the Fighting Saint King, a top-tier Great Saint, wielding an Ultimate Dao Imperial Weapon, fought desperately to obtain just a small piece—one can imagine how precious this is! Yang Zhu stored the ore and the miraculous medicines, and gave all the divine sources to the black dog.

Although the divine sources are not large, their quantity makes up for it; altogether they are about the size of a human head.

"All given to This Emperor? Then This Emperor won't be polite!"

Seeing so many divine sources, the black dog's eyes nearly narrowed into slits, looking obscene; the more obscene the appearance, the more obscene it is.

"Can't you restrain yourself? Feeling like you're following me is quite embarrassing."

Yang Zhu, after all, is a proper Imperial Prince; how come his sidekick is such a thing?

"This Emperor is handsome and talented, countless great powers vie to be This Emperor's pet; don't spread rumors!"

The Big Black Dog is extremely confident in his appearance, raising his head and chattering nonstop.

Unfortunately, it's still too late; some of the divine medicines inside have lost their potency, long unusable, and there is even a stalk of Dragon Eye Undying Medicine.

After finishing cutting everything, night had already fallen; they could only make do for one night.

"Hehe~ all of this is This Emperor's~"

Yang Zhu sat by the campfire cultivating, while the Big Black Dog lay sprawled on the flat stone surface, snoring loudly, still hugging today's gained treasures in his arms.

As it slept soundly, not knowing what it dreamed, it drooled while talking in its sleep, spittle spreading all over the ground.

The next day, when the first ray of morning light pierced the night and shone upon the Eastern Wasteland, Yang Zhu slowly opened his eyes.

After the night, he became even more spirited, his whole person much more lively.

"Let's go, to Mysterious City."

Not long after, the two arrived at Mysterious City.

This time, upon reaching the city gates, they saw many guards added; each guard was mighty, holding weapons glinting with cold light, inspecting passing cultivators one by one.

"They are members of the Separation Fire Sect; yesterday one of their core disciples was killed shortly after leaving Mysterious City." "Really? Isn't a core disciple supposed to have guards following?"

"Hey, I heard not a single guard survived; the battlefield only had a few patches of bloodstains."

"What a formidable method! Who do you think did it?"

While waiting in line to enter, Yang Zhu heard many people discussing; he didn't expect yesterday's matter to spread so quickly.

While people sighed, they also wondered what kind of person could possess such great strength, capable of slaughtering so many with just his own power.

Because Yang Zhu concealed his aura, to others he appeared merely an ordinary Bitterness Sea cultivator.

The guards at the city gate naturally didn't cast suspicious glances at him, allowing smooth entry into the city.

Yesterday, Yang Zhu went to the Stone Gambling Workshop to gather information; one item caught his attention.

In these two days, a Great Demon Yin Tomb is about to open; when it does, treasures will surely emerge.

Many cultivators heard the news and rushed over; that core disciple slain by Yang Zhu likely also came for the tomb, about eighty percent.

Yang Zhu's purpose this time is to collect more detailed information; the jade slip only records that an event occurred, without elaboration.

The opening of the Great Demon Yin Tomb caused quite a stir; after wandering around the city, the information was basically gathered.

The Great Demon Yin Tomb is nothing like the Qing Emperor's tomb; they are not on the same level—one is a great demon, the other an emperor, the two are worlds apart.

Moreover, according to Yang Zhu's understanding, the Qing Emperor has not fallen; his heart keeps beating strongly, and not just anyone can withstand that kind of pressure.

Although the Great Demon Yin Tomb is somewhat inferior, there are two things inside that greatly interest Yang Zhu.

One is God Net Soil, the other is Heaven Plate Root; both are excellent materials for setting up formations, worth a visit.

Leaving Mysterious City, the two headed straight toward the Great Demon Yin Tomb.

"I wonder what treasures are still waiting for this emperor on this trip, hahaha!"

Before setting off, the Big Black Dog already fantasized about the scene of having the treasures in hand, grinning foolishly over and over.

"That's not the most important thing."

The Big Black Dog wiped off its smile, sprang onto a boulder with a push of its four legs, and its expression turned solemn.

"The most important thing is to let the world know that the Holy Body Dao Embryo has appeared, to let them see what a true emperor's bearing is, and then beat those heaven's pride holy sons until they lose control of their bowels!"

The Great Demon Yin Tomb is several hundred li from Mysterious City; the Big Black Dog originally wanted to use a formation to get there quickly, but Yang Zhu refused.

This guy is really unreliable; who knows where he'll be teleported to the next moment?

On the way, they encountered many groups heading the same direction, undoubtedly all aiming for the Great Demon Yin Tomb.

Among them were not a few Life Spring cultivators, nor were God Bridge cultivators few, showing the Yin Tomb's attraction is not small.

From afar, the mountain range looked like a winding giant dragon, majestic and spectacular.

The mountain range resembled rippling green waves, extending to the horizon; a cool breeze blew, bringing a fresh, primordial scent.

Before them lay Yang Zhu's goal for this journey: the Great Demon Yin Tomb, buried within this mountain range that stretches ten thousand li.

Even before entering, the roar of a fierce beast came, deafening; cultivators with lesser courage were already scared weak in the knees.

Yang Zhu stood at the edge of the mountain range, feeling the incoming natural aura, his mind tranquil and ethereal.

"Let's go."

Yang Zhu wore a white robe, his bearing transcendent, his steps especially leisurely, instantly drawing many gazes.

"Who is this person? Could he be a heaven's pride from some faction?"

"I've never heard of this figure; could he be an outstanding talent of the later rise?"

Facing the surrounding chatter, Yang Zhu seemed oblivious; his identity and strength spoke for themselves, no need to deliberately keep a low profile.

If anyone blindly steps forward to provoke, just cut them down.

The Big Black Dog followed behind Yang Zhu, equally high-spirited, its bald tail practically pointing to the sky.

"Hmph, you'd better give up early; this emperor won't even leave you any soup."

It glanced around, muttered disdainfully, seeming to put no one in its eyes.

"What's up with that big black dog behind? Is it with that person? It's also too lascivious."

"Is this a black dog that's become a spirit? It has a begging-for-a-beating demeanor."

People's gazes shifted backward, noticing the Black Emperor behind; each couldn't help but frown, their expressions constantly changing.

"Woof! Damn, you lot aren't even fit to be this emperor's human pets!"

Hearing that, the Black Emperor instantly flew into a rage, opening its bloody maw to unleash a torrent of curses.

"Huh? This person feels not bad; this emperor could consider them."

While cursing, the Black Emperor noticed someone in the crowd, and only then did it reluctantly nod in satisfaction.

(End of Chapter)