342: Clouds move in all directions

At this moment, countless factions in the Eastern Region, and even in the more distant regions, were completely alarmed!

Everyone was now plunged into great shock and suspicion!

"Heavens! Has the Earth Dragon turned over? No! This feeling, even my Divine Soul is trembling!"

"Is there a supreme existence fighting? Has it affected the entire Eastern Region?!"

"No! Feel this pressure! It contains the aura of a Great Emperor. Could it be that someone has become a Great Emperor?!"

"Become a Great Emperor?! How is that possible! How could anyone suddenly become a Great Emperor in this day and age?

This pressure seems to carry a stale, deathly aura?"

"Aura of deathly silence?! Could it be that the tomb of an Ancient Great Emperor has appeared?!"

"Emperors Tomb?! You mean, an Emperors Tomb has appeared?!"

"Yes! It is Emperor Might! But this Emperor Might is mixed with a thick Death Qi of time and the aura of burial soil! It is an Emperors Tomb!

It must be the mausoleum of some Ancient Great Emperor, the Seal has loosened, and it has completely appeared!"

"A massive Opportunity! The Legacy of a Great Emperor! A Supreme Emperor Weapon!! A supreme scripture! It is right there!"

"Quick! Go quickly! If we are late, others will snatch it away!"

"Opportunity? Heh, I'm afraid it's a graveyard! Is the tomb of such an existence so easy to enter? Who knows how many people will die!"

"Even if it is a graveyard, it is worth a fight! The Opportunity to become a Great Emperor is right before our eyes!"

Panic, suspicion, fanaticism, greed, fear... various emotions spread and exploded in the hearts of countless Cultivators in the Eastern Region like a plague!

Deep within the various Holy Lands, ancient clans, and Imperial Dynasties, powerful Divine Thoughts that had been silent for unknown years shot into the sky, intertwining and colliding, filled with shock and urgency.

"Emperor Might! It is an Emperors Tomb! Quickly investigate the location!"

"It is in the Desolate Province! Quick! Open the cross-region teleportation array! Spare no cost!"

"Summon all Elders and true disciples! An Emperors Tomb has appeared! The Opportunity is ahead, we cannot afford to lose it!"

"Notify the Old Ancestor! Quick!"

Streaks of light began to rush frantically towards the Desolate Province, towards the source of that Emperor Might and the phenomenon, regardless of the cost!

In a remote mountain col, a chubby figure was sticking his butt up, lying on a relatively flat large bluestone, concentrating and carefully carving something.

It was Wang Xiaopang.

At this moment, his appearance could be described as extremely miserable.

His originally neat Daoist robe was now covered in scorched holes here and there, still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

His face was streaked with black and white, his hair standing on end, looking just like a quail that had been struck by lightning eight hundred times.

Only in those small eyes did a persistent light of "succeed or die trying" still flicker.

On the stone table in front of him lay three finished Talismans; they were the "enhanced version of the nine heavens thunder control talisman" that he had finally succeeded in creating after pouring his heart and Soul into it and blowing himself up countless times!

Although it was only an initial success, its power far exceeded the ordinary version he had used to bombard Wang Zhan, making him quite proud.

"Hoo... I, your Fat Master, don't believe it! I'll add a bit more ingredients this time and see if I can increase the power even further!"

Wang Xiaopang muttered to himself, his fat face covered in sweat and soot. At the tip of the brush in his hand condensed a drop of bright, silvery liquid that emitted a violent, destructive aura; it was the Lightning Source Essence he had "snatched from the tiger's mouth" from the core of the Wind and Thunder Valley.

He held his breath, and the tip of the brush carefully touched the center of a blank animal hide, preparing to outline the most critical core array pattern.

"Concentrate, become one with heaven and earth, the brush moves like a Dragon and snake, the thunder follows my heart..."

Wang Xiaopang silently recited the incantation for drawing Talismans that he didn't know which ancient book he had seen it in, his fat hand as steady as an old dog.

Er... it was shaking a little bit.

The brush tip fell, and the lines mixed with spiritual ink and Lightning Source Essence slowly extended. A faint electric arc jumped within the rune, making a "zzz" sound.

It's working!

Wang Xiaopang was overjoyed, and his focus intensified.

Just at this moment!

"Boom!"

The entire mountain col shook violently! The stone table Wang Xiaopang was lying on even jumped!

"Oh my mother!!!"

Wang Xiaopang was so scared that all his fat trembled, and the Talisman brush in his hand slipped violently!

"Sizzle—!!!"

The core array pattern under his brush, which was about to take shape, instantly twisted and went berserk!

"Oh no!!!"

Wang Xiaopang was terrified, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; without thinking, he released the Talisman brush, and his whole body, like a ball, rolled backward at an incredible speed!

At the same time, he quickly activated dozens of various defensive Talismans he had already stuck on his body!

The movements were so practiced that it made people's hearts ache; Wang Xiaopang, who had been blown up countless times, was now an old hand at this.

"Boom—!!!"

The moment he rolled away, that Talisman hide mixed with precious Lightning Source Essence suddenly erupted with blinding silver-white lightning, and then exploded with a bang!

The violent power of the lightning, mixed with the destructive aura of the Lightning Source Essence, instantly blasted the stone table to pieces, with gravel flying everywhere!

A scorched crater was left in its place, with fine electric arcs still jumping in the pit, and the air was filled with a thick smell of burning and ozone.

"Pah! Pah, pah, pah!"

Wang Xiaopang crawled out of the grass more than ten zhang away, covered in dirt and grime, spitting out the soil and grass clippings in his mouth. Looking at the smoking crater and the lightning-struck wood Talisman brush at the edge of the pit that was now only half left, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"My Talisman, my brush...!!!"

He beat his chest and stomped his feet, his heart aching so much he twitched.

Before he could finish feeling heartbroken, that desolate, vast, and terrifying Emperor Might that seemed capable of crushing eternity swept over like an invisible tsunami!

"Thump!"

Wang Xiaopang was caught completely off guard and was pressed down onto the ground by this sudden, vast pressure. His fat face turned pale instantly, his Divine Soul shook violently, and he almost passed out.

"Ouch, what the hell! What kind of ghost thing is this again?!"

He bared his teeth and grimaced, feeling as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his Soul, making it hard to breathe.

Immediately after, he heard the faint exclamations, screams, and ecstatic roars coming from all directions in the wind.

"Emperors Tomb! An Emperors Tomb has appeared!"

"It's in the Desolate Province! Quick! If you go late, the Opportunity will be gone!"

"Heaven bless me! The Opportunity to become a Great Emperor is right before my eyes!"

Wang Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, blinking his small eyes, the expression of heartache on his face gradually replaced by extreme shock and bewilderment.

"Great Emperors Tomb? It appeared so quickly?" He muttered to himself.

"Oh my goodness."

Wang Xiaopang gasped, not caring about the heartache of the exploded Talisman anymore, and scrambled to his feet.

He slapped his thigh hard: "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Martial Sister, they must have felt it too! And Revered Master, with such a big event, Revered Master must have made arrangements!"

His eyes rolled, and he instantly threw the sorrow of his failed refinement to the back of his mind, replaced by an urgency mixed with excitement and nervousness.

"Go, go, go! Hurry and regroup! Grave robbing... exploring Opportunities, I, Wang Xiaopang, am the best at this!"

He hurriedly patted his tattered Daoist robe that was still smoking, not caring about his image, took out a crumpled Great Teleportation Talisman, and adjusted the direction.

"Off I go!"