The Sacred Tomb Continent. This was the resting place where generations of Demon Emperors from the Extraterritorial Evil Race were buried after their deaths. According to their customs, any individual who reached the Demon Emperor level and left behind an intact corpse upon death had the right to be interred here. To put it bluntly, this place was the ancestral graveyard of the Extraterritorial Evil Race.
To members of the Evil Race, this land was a sacred place worshipped in their hearts. Even among the Thirty-Two Great Clans, many powerful Demon Emperors had been buried here. Not even the mighty Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor dared tread here without reverence, let alone others.
However, this continent wasn't originally designated as a burial ground. Long ago, it belonged to an old Demon Emperor named Tianji. Legend had it that Tianji possessed the ability to divine the future. Tens of thousands of years ago, before the great war between the Evil Race and the Great Thousand World broke out, Tianji once cast a divination and predicted a great calamity that would befall many Demon Emperors millennia later.
At the time, his prophecy caused widespread alarm. But some argued that since it was a disaster many tens of thousands of years in the future, it implicitly meant they would survive the coming war and live that long. In other words, the prophecy gave many a sense of reassurance—they only had to win the present battle. What happened in the future could be dealt with later.
But ironically, those very Demon Emperors Tianji had predicted would face calamity all perished in that war. After suffering such a crushing loss, the enraged Evil Race executed Tianji and repurposed the continent he had once ruled, converting it into a graveyard to house the remains of the fallen Demon Emperors.
At this moment, the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor was reviewing the latest intelligence from his subordinates. He had just received word that the Three-Eyed Demon Emperor had been slain by Xiao Yan. His expression darkened with shock. After all, the Three-Eyed Demon Emperor had stood at the pinnacle of the Nether Demon Emperor level and could even rival Profound Demon Emperors. Yet Xiao Yan had managed to kill him?
'Could it be that Xiao Yan's strength has already reached the Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign level?'
But something else puzzled him. By his earlier predictions, Xiao Yan and his companion should have been making their way toward the border between the Great Thousand World and the Evil Race territory, seeking a way out. Yet the Three-Eyed Demon Emperor's domain wasn't anywhere near that border. Why would Xiao Yan appear there? Had he changed his objective?
Just then, an earth-shaking boom erupted from afar. The shockwave was so intense it made the entire Sacred Demon Continent tremble violently. The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor's eyes narrowed, filled with an ominous feeling as he looked toward the distance.
"What's going on?"
"Saint Demon Lord! This is bad!" Several members of the Evil Race burst into the room in a panic. "The Sacred Tomb… the Sacred Tomb Continent suddenly collapsed! All the buried Demon Emperor corpses… they're all gone!"
"What?!" The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor shot to his feet, stunned.
It was impossible for an entire continent to collapse for no reason. Without external forces, such a catastrophe was nearly unthinkable. Even if it were due to natural disaster, there would have been signs beforehand. But there had been no indication at all that the Sacred Tomb Continent was on the verge of destruction.
This event would undoubtedly deal a massive blow to the Evil Race. Not only had a whole continent crumbled for no apparent reason, but it had also been the final resting place of their ancestors. Furious, the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor immediately ordered all forces near the region to search for the missing remains of the Demon Emperors.
Those corpses had reached the Demon Emperor level. Even with the land destroyed, they wouldn't have been so easily obliterated. If they could retrieve them all, they could reinter them elsewhere. But the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor hadn't anticipated that even up to the day the Evil Race was annihilated, they would never recover a single bone.
Because someone had taken them all.
That "someone" was now comfortably hiding in the Heavenly Tomb.
After looting all the Demon Emperor corpses, Xiao Yan had triggered a series of chain reactions to detonate the entire Sacred Tomb Continent. This ensured all traces of his activity were wiped out while also plunging the Evil Race into chaos, giving him and Qing Yanjing a much-needed advantage in their escape.
At that moment, Qing Yanjing watched as Xiao Yan pulled out corpse after corpse from his spatial artifact. Each one was pitch-black, emanating an oppressive aura despite having been dead for countless years. A trace of unease flickered in her eyes.
"These... these are Demon Emperor corpses, aren't they?"
"Of course," Xiao Yan said, sitting cross-legged. "I'm going to use them to refine the Eightfold Buddha Pagoda. I'll need your help standing guard outside while I work."
"Uh… sure." Qing Yanjing's gaze flicked between the hundreds—perhaps thousands—of corpses, then she couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this many Demon Emperor corpses?"
Even in death, the lingering might of these corpses made her breath catch. When they were alive, their strength must have been earth-shattering—at least Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereigns, maybe even Saint-grade. There was no way Xiao Yan had gone on a killing spree across the Evil Race's entire territory… right?
"Oh, simple. I just dug up their ancestral graveyard," Xiao Yan replied, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
The Evil Race's burial ground had contained far more Demon Emperors than he had expected—and high-quality ones at that. Using them to refine the Eightfold Buddha Pagoda would surely yield something far more powerful than what the Buddha Ancestor had once forged.
That ancestor had only used Profound Demon Emperor corpses to craft his pagoda. Xiao Yan, however, now had over twenty Heaven Demon Emperor corpses—beings whose power rivaled that of Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns. With materials like these, the finished artifact might very well rank among the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Abilities.
"Incredible…" Even Qing Yanjing, who had always held sharp criticisms of Xiao Yan, couldn't help but offer genuine praise. 'If it were me, I'd never dare something so reckless.'
It wasn't about power—it was about the risk. Being discovered desecrating the Evil Race's ancestral tombs would bring down the wrath of all Thirty-Two Great Clans. They'd swarm out in a frenzy to hunt her down.
But to Xiao Yan, it was simple.
'Since I'm already here, how can I leave empty-handed?'
Besides, he was hardly new to the act of grave-robbing. Worst case scenario, he'd just be hunted again. No big deal.
(End of Chapter)
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