The onlookers gasped at the elder's words, as though he’d conjured a vision of some terrible force. If such a being truly appeared, it could spell disaster for the entire Universe Alliance. Silently, they hoped Guillermo would defeat Adrian quickly and leave, sparing the Alliance from any further entanglements that might bring calamity.Unaware of the crowd's concerns, Adrian would likely have been unfazed even if he knew. In his eyes, he had every right to defend himself. Sitting on the back of the Violet Rain Bird, he examined the glowing purple treasure in his hand. He considered opening it but hesitated, worried that its release of power might alert powerful beings nearby. Taking a cautious approach, he stored it safely in his spatial ring.Turning to Tyron, Adrian asked, "Tyron, how much time do we have left?"“We have about ten days left," Tyron replied. "There’s still time to search for more treasures, though leaving with what we have wouldn’t be a loss.”Tyron’s recent brea
Adrian and his group no longer cared about finding a spirit treasure. Their only focus was to confront an old "friend" and settle scores. Neither Adrian nor Tyron were the type to let grudges go unanswered. While not heartless, they certainly didn’t turn the other cheek.Suddenly, deafening rumbles echoed in the distance as though a fierce battle was raging over an ancient relic. The powerful energy of this clash sent shockwaves through the nearby immortals, who stood stunned, sensing something monumental was happening.An elder murmured, “They say this realm holds the ancient tomb of an emperor from a long-lost era, rumored to contain unspeakable forces. With the way things are stirring up, could the tomb be opening?”The mention of an ancient emperor thrilled the crowd. Casting aside their caution, they quickened their pace, eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.The elder tried to warn them again. “Legends speak of terrible entities guarding this tomb, capable of unleashing ca
In the distance, terrifying waves of power spiraled through the air, while oppressive storm clouds loomed above as if part of a dark ritual. Drawn by the strange sounds and vibrations, immortals began arriving in droves. Soon, hundreds gathered at the site.In the heart of the mountains, a blood-red light surged upward, forming a formidable barrier that blocked everyone’s advance. When someone attempted to break through with a powerful punch, the barrier scorched their body on contact, sending them flying and knocking out several teeth.The crowd gasped in shock. This was no ordinary immortal but an Astral. Yet, he was repelled so easily. Realizing the danger, the onlookers watched with awe and caution.Adrian and Tyron arrived just in time to witness this scene. Approaching the area, Adrian instructed the Violet Rain Bird to shrink down and land discreetly in the shadows to avoid attention. With his recent treasure in hand, staying low-key seemed wise. Adrian sensed that many were
In the distance, the crowd watched eagerly, excitement growing with every moment."Could this really be an ancient emperor’s tomb?" one murmured."Why does it feel so overwhelming?" another asked, awestruck."If there are truly endless opportunities inside, and if this is indeed the tomb of an emperor, it must contain powerful techniques," someone reasoned. "Whoever obtains them could even establish their own sect!"The crowd's anticipation mounted with each word.Adrian, taken aback, wondered if such a tomb could indeed exist here. Ancient emperors’ tombs didn’t just appear by chance. These emperors had reached the pinnacle of power, their talent and strength so extraordinary they were second only to deities. They were capable of devastating entire worlds with a single strike.Tyron was equally stunned. “Could they be right?” he asked, his eyes wide. “If this is truly an emperor’s tomb, it must be filled with unimaginable treasures. And if it contains an emperor’s techniques, it
The surge of powerful newcomers made things difficult for Adrian and his group. More competitors meant that claiming any prize would be tougher. And with so many vying for a share, there wouldn’t be enough for everyone.Yet, if this was truly the tomb of an ancient emperor, any treasure inside could bring unimaginable fortune. Even a single artifact from such a figure could greatly boost one’s power and status, given the fearsome reputation of these ancient emperors.Adrian’s gaze sharpened as he sensed a chilling presence in the distance. Moments earlier, he’d caught the aura of an immortal at the perfected Divine Stage. It was a sign that serious players had entered the fray. It likely meant a high-stakes showdown was coming, and Adrian knew that, for now, keeping a low profile would be wise.Turning to Tyron, Adrian suggested, “Maybe we should disguise ourselves to avoid unnecessary trouble.”“Good idea,” Tyron agreed.With a swift motion, Tyron altered his appearance, impressi
Adrian shook his head in mild exasperation, feeling Tyron had underestimated the power of this technique. If humans struggled to detect such "tricks," then the daemons might indeed cause chaos.Only now did Adrian understand how the daemons had remained so elusive. Without grasping the methods behind these hidden techniques, they were nearly impossible to detect.Suddenly, a thunderous boom erupted from afar as someone launched an assault on the barrier. The attacker’s impatience reached a peak as he bellowed, “Damn it!”Adrian watched, mild disbelief on his face, as the person hammered recklessly at the barrier. I was as though he believed he could shatter it by force. Yet, the barrier was formidable and would not yield easily.The barrier shuddered under the relentless assault, seeming almost ready to break. The crowd looked on in astonishment, their eyes widening as they held their breath, shocked that the supposedly impenetrable barrier might actually give way.Then, a deafeni
The crowd erupted in fear as the old man’s words gave voice to a horrifying possibility: blood sacrifice. The realization was overwhelming. Such a method was deeply sinister, and only ancient tombs sealed for millennia demanded a price mortals could barely fathom.Faces marked by shock and unease, everyone cast furtive glances at one another, knowing what a blood sacrifice meant. Someone would need to be offered up, but who? No one was willing to volunteer as it meant certain death. The stronger immortals’ eyes began to narrow, focusing on the weaker ones among them.One of the Divines, a look of icy command on his face, spoke up, “We’ll establish a hierarchy. Those of the lowest level will go forward first. If you survive, count yourself lucky. If not, accept your fate.”Fury stirred among the weaker practitioners, but they were powerless to resist.The Divine’s eyes glinted coldly as he added, “Any objections? Step forward if you do.”A young man stepped out, defiance in his sta
The young man was consumed by rage at the figure's menacing demand, fully aware that only torment and death awaited him. "I refuse! You’ll suffer for this!" he shouted defiantly, launching himself forward.Suddenly, torrents of lightning rained down with a deafening roar. The chaotic destruction was swift, and the young man was obliterated before the horrified onlookers could even react. The terrifying force left no room for resistance or escape. By the time they grasped what had happened, it was too late.A heavy silence followed as the leading Divine glowered, his dissatisfaction palpable. “If you won’t step forward yourselves, I’ll select you,” he growled coldly. “Allies, help me send these feeble souls to the front.”As his voice faded, threads of power emerged in his grasp, and those nearby nodded in agreement, deciding that the weaker ones should serve as the first line of defense. The singled-out individuals tried to resist in terror, but their cries went unheard.“If you