Chapter 30: Three Supreme Treasures

Ye Wuque immediately left this place, following the jade‑white forehead bone in his palm whose call wave was almost scorching the void, burning to the extreme, and traversed the layered, perilous structure of the imperial tomb.

The deeper he went, the older and more stagnant the surrounding space became; the pervasive chaos mist displayed interwoven dark‑gold and abyssal black hues, and within the floating fragments of broken laws emitted a desolate aura that could freeze even a divine soul.

In the end, he stopped before a seemingly ordinary massive rock wall.

The wall stretched across heaven and earth as if it had stood there since antiquity; its surface was rough, scarred by the erosion of ages, and compared with the other splendid yet ruined relics in the imperial tomb, it appeared utterly unremarkable.

Yet the forehead bone in Ye Wuque's palm now buzzed and trembled to the utmost, and the source of the scorching call was clearly behind this wall!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his Divine Sense swept over the area, instantly spotting the clue.

This was not a mere wall; within it lay an exceedingly sophisticated spatial seal, integrated with the entire imperial tomb's regulations. Without the forehead bone's guidance, it would be impossible to detect, even an Immortal‑level being passing by would likely overlook it.

Without hesitation, Ye Wuque mobilized his profound understanding of the Law of Space, simultaneously drawing the same‑originated aura of the forehead bone in his palm as a bridge.

He extended a finger, silver spatial ripples and the jade‑white halo of the forehead bone flowing from its tip, lightly touching a spot on the wall.

Hum……

The wall's surface, like water struck by a stone, rippled outward in concentric circles.

Immediately after, a twisted, indeterminate light gate silently materialized.

Beyond the light gate lay an impenetrable, even deeper and older darkness.

Ye Wuque stepped through.

The scene before his eyes changed dramatically!

No longer the shattered relics, no longer the solidified void.

He seemed to have entered an independent, complete, miniature… world!

The sky was an eternal twilight hue, suffused with a sense of tragic grandeur and desolation.

The ground stretched vast, but it was not soil; it was composed of a strange material as dark and heavy as the cosmic Star Remains, hard and cold.

In the distance, mountain ranges rose and fell, but their shapes resembled the spine of a great Dragon, winding toward the horizon.

The atmosphere in the air was ancient beyond imagination, bearing the chaotic resonance of the world's opening, and also containing the eternal solitude left after a supreme being's Jiemie.

The rules here were complete and powerful, yet also carried the tomb's characteristic Dead Silence and sense of finality.

"This is… the true core of the ancient imperial tomb…"

Ye Wuque looked around, understanding in his heart.

The vast external tomb realm might merely be this supreme being's burial ground and testing field, whereas here is its true resting place, or rather, the ultimate site of its inheritance and legacy!

The wave of the forehead bone in his palm reached its peak, no longer a guide but a near‑crying wail of grief and agitation, desperately yearning to return to some place.

Ye Wuque followed the sensation, moving forward within this desolate ancient miniature world.

The ground beneath his feet emitted a heavy echo, the surroundings were silent, only the eternal twilight light fell, stretching his shadow long.

At last, he arrived at a flat, open expanse.

In the center stood a modest stone platform that seemed linked to the rules of the entire small world.

The stone platform was plain and unadorned; atop it lay three items, placed quietly.

The humming and scorching of the forehead bone, upon nearing the platform, gradually subsided, as if a wanderer returning home, leaving only a gentle, reverent tremor.

Ye Wuque's gaze was instantly drawn to the three items on the platform.

On the left was a small bottle of unclear material, neither quite jade nor quite metal, about the size of a palm; its body radiated a warm glow, shielding all inspection.

Yet through the semi‑transparent walls, one could faintly see three pills, each the size of a dragon eye and of varying forms, inside!

Despite the bottle's barrier, the three distinct yet vast pill auras still seeped out in fine threads!

The first pill was entirely emerald‑green, as if condensed from the purest life essence; its surface bore natural leaf‑vein patterns, and with a faint pulse it emitted a massive vitality that made one feel their lifespan lengthen with a single breath!

Merely sensing this thread of vitality instantly restored Ye Wuque's slightly depleted Yuan‑Qi from previous battles to its peak, even hinting at slight refinement!

The second pill displayed a warm golden‑red hue; its surface seemed surrounded by countless tiny phoenix silhouettes fluttering, exuding a sacred aura of Nirvana Rebirth, purifying all filth and injury!

This pill contained an ultimate "restoration" power; no matter how severe the Dao injury or how bizarre the curse, it could enable rebirth through fire!

The third pill, however, was an eerie dark‑purple; its form was no longer round but resembled a miniature, constantly rotating vortex of destruction!

A terrifying, hair‑raising murderous intent seeped from it in fine threads, making one's scalp explode and soul tremble!

This killing intent was not aimed at living beings, but at… the laws!

At the Dao Foundation!

It is a destruction pill, designed to break all methods, to annihilate Dao practice; its value, in some cases, is even more dreadful than the two life‑saving divine pills!

"Fine pill!"

Ye Wuque's eyes burst with brilliant light.

With his supreme mastery of pill cultivation, he instantly judged that each of these three pills, in grade and forging method, already surpassed his previous understanding!

Their ingredients were likely all world‑rare, perhaps already extinct, ancient divine artifacts!

Their worth was incalculable!

Once leaked into the world, they could cause Immortal‑level ancient monsters of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands to go berserk, stirring a cataclysmic blood disaster!

His gaze shifted to the center.

There, a key lay quietly.

The key was about a foot long, entirely of a dark, ancient bronze hue, its shape extremely plain and simple, devoid of any ornate patterns, bearing only a luster honed by endless ages.

The teeth of the key, however, were so complex and precise as to be indescribable, as if not carved by hand but naturally formed cosmic Dao patterns, containing some supreme spatial and rule mystery.

Ye Wuque's Divine Sense fell upon it, yet like a mud ox entering the sea, it could not discern any detail.

It lay there quietly, ordinary yet mysterious.

Its purpose and grade were unclear, but being able to stand alongside such divine pills, its importance was certainly not to be underestimated.

Moreover, Ye Wuque had an intuition that this key might be countless times more precious than these divine pills.

It seemed to be the sole token capable of opening a crucial door.

Finally, Ye Wuque's gaze fell to the right.

There, there was no container.

Only a single drop of blood.

A drop roughly the size of a thumbnail, hovering three cun above the Shi Tai in the Void… fresh blood!

This drop of blood displayed a purity, nobility, and strength pushed to the utmost… golden!

It was not an energy phantom, but real blood!

Yet the light it emitted was more dazzling and glorious than myriad suns!

An aura that swept across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, suppressed ancient and modern, and towered over all things and all Dao—supreme and peerless—like a primordial beast of Honghuang that had lain dormant for ages, slowly emanating from within.

Before this aura, Ye Wuque felt his own blood heat uncontrollably, a deep‑seated, ineffable sense of familiarity and resonance rising from the Primordial source of life, like a tide surging into his heart!

Buzz!

His soul trembled, his sea of consciousness surged!

A term long imprinted in the depths of his bloodline exploded like thunder!

"This is… the blood of the Golden Heavenly Dao?!"

He bore the Supreme Heavenly Dao, inherited from Ye Shizu, an ultimate achievement that shocked ancient and modern times, granting him supreme potential to command all and transcend rules.

And the Golden Heavenly Dao, equally renowned as the Supreme Heavenly Dao, likewise existed only in legend, another ultimate power mysteriously springing from the bloodline!

Ye Wuque had always thought his Supreme Heavenly Dao was inherited from the Ye Clan, while the origin of the Golden Heavenly Dao was elusive and hard to trace—perhaps linked to his maternal bloodline, or perhaps… some unknown transformation within himself?

Yet he never imagined that, at the very core of this ancient emperor's tomb, in the inheritance site arranged by the owner of this frontal bone, he would personally witness a single drop of genuine, pure… Golden Heavenly Dao blood!

Whose blood is this?

Is it the owner of this frontal bone?

Or the mighty being who alone fought the nine great ominous entities?

Or… someone else?

Who is it?

To expend such a heaven‑shaking effort, to place here a drop of Supreme blood capable of driving Wanjie mad, together with those three heaven‑defying divine pills and that mysterious key?

It seemed… as if all this had been prepared especially for him, Ye Wuque!

From his obtaining the frontal bone, to its sensing and guiding him into the ancient emperor's tomb, breaking through layer after layer of obstacles, finally arriving here—everything was interlocking, seamless!

In the dark, it seemed as if an unimaginable hand, spanning Eternal Time and Space, was silently arranging all this!

For what purpose?

Cultivation?

Inheritance?

Or… something else, a deeper plot he cannot yet comprehend?

Ye Wuque's thoughts churned, the shocking waves long unsettled.

This sudden discovery was even more shocking than his breakthrough with the Three Heads Six Arms, directly tied to the mystery of the deepest source of his own bloodline.

He gazed at the floating golden drop of blood, the innate sense of familiarity and summoning that could not be feigned.

This drop of blood was of vital importance to him.

After a long while, Ye Wuque drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the myriad thoughts in his heart.

No matter what, the opportunity before him was real and tangible.

Having come this far, there was no reason to retreat.

His gaze regained clarity and resolve; he slowly reached out, carefully picking up the three items on the Shi Tai one by one.

The jade bottle felt warm and moist in his hand; the three pills inside trembled slightly, emitting a palpating surge of energy.

The ancient key felt cold and heavy to the touch, its intricate teeth seemingly holding the universe's cipher.

Finally, as he approached the drop of Golden Heavenly Dao blood, the blood seemed sentient, turning into a warm golden stream that flowed into his fingertip, vanished without resistance, instead imparting a feeling of milk‑water blending, a return to the Primordial, that spread comfort throughout his body.

All three treasures were now in his grasp.

At that very moment, the jade‑white frontal bone in his palm gave a final slight tremor, as if completing its ultimate mission; all its fluctuations subsided, leaving it warm and tranquil.

Ye Wuque stood where he was, sensing the subtle changes brought by the drop of Golden Heavenly Dao blood within him, feeling the weight of the three great treasures in his arms, and his gaze turned toward the deeper twilight of this miniature world.