Chapter 720: What the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ Left Behind!

And the Great Dragon Halberd within him also, at this moment, sensed the familiar will in the carved diagram, began to tremble faintly, emitting low Dragon Chants that resonated with the aura emanating from the diagram, echoing without end.

Ye Wuque extended his hand, gently stroking the carved diagram on the tomb wall; his fingertips brushed the ancient engravings, and a familiar will flowed along his fingertips into his mind.

That was the War Path Will belonging to the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, and the Inheritance Will belonging to the Great Dragon Halberd.

At this moment, his grasp of the Great Dragon Halberd and his understanding of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's War Path deepened further.

The nearby Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor, watching the diagrams, wore a face full of awe and emotion.

As the Dragon Race Supreme, he had naturally heard countless legends about the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, yet seeing with his own eyes these diagrams recording the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's legendary life still deeply shocked him with their peerless overwhelming aura and sense of responsibility.

"Truly worthy of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ…"

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor murmured to himself, his voice full of admiration.

"Just from the war aura emanating from these diagrams, even ordinary Supreme strong ones would have their Dark Heart collapse and their battle will vanish. Looking across our Dragon Clan's vast ancient history, perhaps only the legendary Honghuang Longzu possessed such peerless bearing."

The two walked slowly along the tomb wall, and soon arrived at the deepest part of the Great Tomb, within the Main Tomb Chamber.

In the exact center of the Main Tomb Chamber stood a massive coffin.

This coffin was crafted from a whole, intact Chaos Dragon Wood tree, about a Hundred Zhang long and a Ten Zhang wide, its surface engraved with supreme Chaos Dragon Pattern and countless Tiandao runes that suppress the four directions.

Surrounding the coffin swirled an invisible barrier, within which radiated a terrifying force that made even Supreme Without Equal strong ones' hearts flutter, and even after endless years it had not weakened at all.

Clearly, this was the protective barrier left by the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ; should any outsider forcefully breach it, they would inevitably suffer the barrier's destructive strike.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor watched the invisible barrier, his expression slightly changing; he could clearly feel that the power contained within, even for him, if he forced a touch, would instantly shatter him into grievous injury, perhaps even cause him to fall.

Yet at that moment, Ye Wuque led him, step by step toward the coffin.

The invisible barrier, capable of killing Supreme Without Equal strong ones, upon sensing the Great Dragon Halberd's aura within Ye Wuque, melted away like thawing ice, slowly dissipating without hindering the two.

This, then, is the arrangement left by the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ.

Only the Great Dragon Halberd Inheritor has the right to approach this coffin and thus see what he left behind.

Soon, the two reached the front of the coffin.

Ye Wuque took a deep breath, extended his hand, and placed it atop the coffin lid.

He could clearly sense that within the coffin there was no sign of life, nor any corpse aura, only an ancient, desolate will and a trace of aura sharing the same source as the Great Dragon Halberd.

He applied a slight force, slowly pushing the coffin lid open.

Hum—

The instant the lid opened, an ancient Chaos Qi spread from the coffin.

To their surprise, inside the coffin there were neither the imagined Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's corpse nor any earth‑shattering Divine Weapons or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

The entire coffin was empty, save for an ancient box about half a person's height, lying there quietly.

The box was entirely jet‑black, its material unknown, its surface smooth as a mirror, lacking any lock holes, seams, or rune carvings; it appeared unremarkable yet exuded an aura of eternal Immortalness, as if even should the universe be annihilated and epochs change, the box would remain undamaged.

"Hm? No corpse?" the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor said, looking at the empty coffin, his face full of shock and confusion, "The Great Tomb of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ contains no corpse in the coffin? Then is he… alive or dead?"

Ye Wuque, however, appeared very calm, as if he had long anticipated this.

He gazed at the box within the coffin, his eyes deep, and slowly said, "It seems this is not the resting place of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ at all. This Great Tomb is merely a façade; the true key is this box."

He could clearly feel that this box and the Great Dragon Halberd in his hand shared an inseparable special connection.

It seemed the box was destined to be opened by the Great Dragon Halberd.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor, hearing this, snapped back to attention, his gaze falling on the ancient box, his eyes full of curiosity.

He extended his hand, cautiously reaching toward the box while channeling his Dragon Emperor Power, to test whether he could open it.

But as soon as his palm touched the box's surface, a terrifying backlash force erupted from within the box.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor only felt a massive force surge, his whole body instantly blasted backward dozens of steps before regaining his stance; his entire arm went numb, and his Dragon Blood roiled wildly.

"What a terrifying backlash!" the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor exclaimed, his face horrified, inhaling a gasp of cold air, "I, the old man, fully exerted my Dragon Emperor Power yet left no trace, only to be shaken like this? What material is this box made of?"

He is a true Dragon Emperor, a powerhouse of the Heavenly Dao Supreme Peak Realm; a single full‑force strike could shatter Zhutian Wanjie and tear apart Wuliang Huanyu.

Yet now, even a mere box cannot be moved; this is simply inconceivable.

Ye Wuque watched the scene, a faint knowing smile curling his lips.

As he had expected, this box could be opened by nothing except the Great Dragon Halberd.

This is the contingency the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ left specifically for future Great Dragon Halberd Inheritors.

His thoughts shifted, and with a hum and a Dragon Chant, the Great Dragon Halberd, radiant gold and exuding endless war aura, materialized in his hand.

The moment the Great Dragon Halberd emerged, the entire Main Tomb Chamber violently trembled.

All Dragon Pattern runes on the tomb walls lit up simultaneously, emitting dazzling golden light.

And the ancient box inside the coffin gradually revealed a halberd‑shaped groove on its surface, its shape perfectly matching the Great Dragon Halberd's tip, down to the smallest detail.

Ye Wuque, holding the Great Dragon Halberd, stepped forward slowly and gently inserted the halberd's tip into the box's groove.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out in the silent Main Tomb Chamber.

The instant the tip perfectly fitted into the groove, countless Chaos Dragon Pattern on the box's surface lit up, matching the Dragon Pattern on the Great Dragon Halberd one by one, perfectly aligned, radiating dazzling golden light.

The entire box began to tremble slowly, and its lid, at that moment, slowly floated upward, fully opening.

An even older, more desolate aura spread from the box.

Ye Wuque and the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor both looked into the box.

Inside the box lay four ancient Jade Slips, lying quietly.

Each Jade Slip had been soaked in Chaos Dragon Blood, entirely crimson, its surface covered with densely packed, minuscule ancient dragon script, exuding an ancient and sacred aura.

Clearly, these Jade Slips are the items the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ left behind, containing the messages he wishes to convey to future inheritors.

Ye Wuque extended his hand, carefully picking up the first Jade Slip.

The instant his fingertip touched the Jade Slip, it suddenly lit up, and a vast, desolate, domineering ancient will surged along his fingertip into his mind.

Simultaneously, this will spread, flooding the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor's mind as well.

Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ does not restrict the identity of the viewer.

Anyone who can open this box, anyone approved by the Great Dragon Halberd, is qualified to see the words he left.

Then, a low, domineering voice full of endless authority slowly resonated in the two people's minds.

That voice seemed to have traversed endless Epoch, crossed endless space‑time, and traveled from the distant past to the present.

It was the voice of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, in first person, like a diary, recording his experiences, his discoveries, his warnings, and his aspirations.