351: Kneel down and thank the emperor immediately, then return to my demon race's camp!

However, accompanying this terrifying pressure were astonishing Opportunities!

Over the vast span of time, even the Formations and Restrictions laid down by the Emperor inevitably suffered damage and dissipation.

Some fragments of artifacts containing the Emperor's Dao Rhyme from his lifetime, or those used as burial items, began to be exposed to the world after the protection of the Restrictions failed.

"What is that? A residual image of sword light!"

Someone exclaimed. In a crack in a broken stone wall ahead, a condensed, unyielding pale golden sword shadow hovered, emitting a sharp Sword Intent that seemed to cut through eternity. Although it was not even a ten-thousandth of an Emperor Weapon, it was purely terrifying.

A Sword Cultivator rushed up recklessly, attempting to comprehend it, but was instantly overwhelmed by several attacks that followed closely behind.

"Boom!"

In a corner of a collapsed side hall, rays of light shot into the sky. It turned out to be a fist-sized piece of Void Realm Divine Metal, flowing with colorful halos, rolling out from the broken Restriction.

This item was a core divine material for refining Saint King-level Magic Treasures, and its value was immeasurable!

"It's mine!"

"Get lost!" A dozen nearby Cultivators instantly turned red-eyed, and a fierce chaotic battle broke out.

Magic Treasures collided, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

In the end, an old Loose Cultivator with a cultivation at the Late Stage King Realm, paid the price of severe injury, grabbed the Divine Metal while covered in blood, and rushed towards the deeper areas without looking back.

Similar scenes played out across the vast, broken area.

Someone found a broken ancient bronze token. When their Divine Thought touched it, they faintly heard a sigh spanning across eternity, causing their Dao Heart to tremble, as if they had gained some enlightenment.

Someone dug out a charred piece of lightning-struck wood in ruins that had been washed by time turbulence. Inside it was sealed a wisp of the true meaning of destructive thunder that was about to dissipate, with power comparable to a strike from a Saint King!

Almost every time a treasure appeared, after a brief silence, it would ignite a round of bloody contention.

Opportunity is synonymous with murderous intent, and this was fully manifested here.

Those Cultivators who were lucky enough to obtain treasures often didn't have time to rejoice before they had to face more greedy and crazy gazes. Many people became corpses under others' feet the moment after obtaining a treasure.

"Pfft..." A King Realm Cultivator who had forcibly rushed through a space crack area and seized a piece of Soul-Warming Jade ultimately could not withstand a fatal sneak attack from behind and stumbled to the ground.

The Soul-Warming Jade rolled away and was immediately picked up by another hand. Slaughter and betrayal had become the norm on this land full of Opportunities.

The deeper they went, the stronger the pressure became. Every step forward was like wading through a quagmire.

"I can't do it anymore. The Emperor Might is too strong. I can't hold on!"

A Cultivator at the Late Stage Heavenly Human Realm suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, their eyes filled with unwillingness and fear, and they struggled to turn around and retreat the way they came.

To stay was certain death!

Like a chain reaction, more and more Cultivators began to stop, their faces pale, either sitting cross-legged to resist or retreating in a sorry state.

Those Cultivators who had broken in relying solely on luck or consumable secret treasures were either severely injured and unable to fight again, or had fallen in the contention.

Or, under the increasingly heavy Emperor Might, their faces were as pale as paper, their Divine Souls on the verge of cracking, and they had to stop in despair, watching the Opportunities drift away. Those who could make it to the end were less than one in a hundred.

After passing through this broken land filled with blood and Opportunities, the view before them suddenly opened up.

It was a magnificent complex of palaces floating in the center of a huge underground cavern!

Dozens of halls with different styles, yet all emitting a vast Emperor Might, floated quietly like ancient stars.

They were connected by broken jade corridors, and the outer perimeter was shrouded in a thin, hazy halo that seemed to isolate ancient time and space.

Each hall faintly emitted a different Dao Rhyme aura; some had killing intent soaring to the sky, some had medicinal fragrance permeating, some had Sword Qi crisscrossing, and some had vast scrolls... It seemed as if all the various Daos and important places the Emperor had explored during his lifetime were condensed here.

The eyes of all the survivors instantly became extremely scorching.

Fatigue and injuries seemed to be temporarily forgotten, and greed and ambition burned fiercely in the depths of their pupils. Looking around, there were not a few whose aura was as deep and heavy as an abyss.

Those who could stand safely on the outskirts of this floating palace complex had at least reached the King Realm, their spiritual power resonating faintly with the Dao, in order to resist the heavy Emperor Might that permeated everywhere.

Occasionally, there were a few figures with slightly weaker auras, still lingering at the Peak Celestial Realm; all of them were protected by Sect elders or powerful Dao Protectors with heavy treasures, yet their faces remained pale.

Heavenly Human Realm Cultivators who had walked here entirely on their own were almost nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Ruobai and his group also appeared here, instantly attracting many gazes.

Not far away, Wang Zhan, whose blood and Qi were like a burning furnace and whose aura was more condensed and heavy than before, suddenly looked up, his gaze like lightning, locking onto Xiao Ruobai.

Having been defeated by Battle Asura, Sword White Robe, and... uh... Wang Xiaopang, his Dao Heart was almost shattered, but later he "broke and then stood" in a desperate situation.

His temperament was now more composed, but the Battle Intent in his eyes was increasingly pure and fiery, like a suppressed volcano.

He did not speak, but his gaze said it all: within the Emperors Tomb, there must be a battle!

Xiao Ruobai immediately felt this gaze, which was as sharp as substance.

He looked back calmly, meeting Wang Zhan's eyes that were burning with raging battle fire. There was not the slightest ripple on his face, but a thought flashed through his heart.

"Not bad, breaking and then standing; the aura is more condensed and heavy than before. I have now advanced to the King Realm; I wonder how many moves the current Wang Zhan can take from me?"

Wang Xiaopang, who was swept by Wang Zhan's oppressive gaze, habitually shrank his neck at first, but then, as if remembering something, his small eyes darted around. Not only was he not afraid, but he also revealed a bit of sneaky excitement.

He looked at the few newly refined Talismans with flickering lightning and muttered to himself: "Heh, not convinced, are you? It just so happens that Fat Master's newly made Enhanced Version of the nine heavens thunder control talisman hasn't been used yet!

Last time it blasted your hair to stand on end, I wonder how effective it will be this time...!"

Meanwhile, Ling Xi, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, also swept her gaze over Wang Zhan.

She felt the majestic and heavy Heavenly Azure Sacred Body blood within him, which resonated faintly with heaven and earth.

"Is this the Heavenly Azure Sacred Body that Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother have both fought against? It certainly has its unique aspects. I'll find an Opportunity later to test its quality..."

An interesting thought flashed quietly in her heart.

On the other side, the camp where the Southern Region Demon Clan was located.

The Demon Lord let out an undisguised cold snort, full of wildness and disdain.

"Kirin Son, heh, a descendant of the dignified imperial blood of my Yao Race, has actually fallen to the point of submitting to the feet of the Human Race, acting as a mount for a mere Human Race Prodigy?"

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain's voice rumbled, carrying a condescending contempt.

"Mo Yu, you have simply lost all the face of the ancient Divine Beasts and disgraced the noble Bloodline of my Yao Race! However..."

His tone shifted slightly, and a glimmer of appreciation for talent flashed in his scarlet demonic pupils.

"Considering that your Qilin Bloodline cultivation is not easy, this seat can give you a chance. If you turn back now, leave that Human Race brat, and return to the command of the Yao Race, I can let bygones be bygones for past matters, and even help you restore the prestige of the Qilin lineage. How about it?"

Beside the Demon Lord, a young man with disheveled golden hair and dark golden pupils stepped forward, his body surging with fierce Demonic Qi.

His gaze towards Mo Yu was full of undisguised contempt and gratification, as if he had finally waited for the moment to trample his former opponent underfoot.

He curled his lips into a cold arc, his voice carrying a harsh texture like metal rubbing against stone: "Mo Yu, once upon a time, you and I were both Prodigies of the Yao Race, and I was looking forward to a hearty battle with you to decide who was superior.

Now it seems, it is truly ridiculous! You have actually degenerated into a slave of the Human Race, wagging your tail and begging for pity! Kirin imperial blood? Pfft! You are simply a disgrace to my Yao Race!"

He paused and raised his hand to point at Mo Yu.

"The Demon Lord is magnanimous and gives you a chance to repent. Why don't you hurry up and kneel to show your gratitude, then roll back to our Yao Race camp?"