368: Chapter 368 Immortal in the Mortal World, Guarding One

Dead!

Those two didn't even have time to let out a cry of alarm before they were pierced directly by that grim and terrifying pupil light, exploding in an instant and turning into a mist of blood that filled the sky.

Whoosh!

The entire Ancient Tower instantly erupted in a furor, the sound of clamor rising to the heavens.

Someone actually dared to kill in this Ancient Tower that was like a Forbidden Ground?

If this isn't seeking death, what is?

All living beings looked up in unison, their gazes fixed firmly on the direction where Qin Wushang was.

Waiting to see his fate of being suppressed and killed on the spot by the Master of the Ancient Building.

"It's over!"

"Benefactor Qin! You were too impulsive! Could it be that you've been backlashed by the demonic nature within your body and lost your mind!"

"How could you kill someone here! Something huge has happened!"

Dao Man's face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling, terrified to the extreme.

Fighting within the Ancient Tower was a capital offense that touched upon a deadly taboo.

Once violated, one will surely be ruthlessly suppressed and killed by the Master of the Ancient Building.

The iron rule of this place!

No noise, no fighting!

Violators will be obliterated on the spot!

Buzz!

A vast, abyss-like supreme pressure suddenly descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire Ancient Tower.

The air seemed to freeze, pressing down so hard that the living beings present found it difficult even to breathe.

"He's here!"

"Benefactor Qin! He's here!"

Dao Man hurriedly reached out, tightly grabbing Qin Wushang's wrist, desperately signaling him to flee for his life immediately.

Feeling this terrifying aura capable of crushing the Great Dao of heaven and earth, Qin Wushang slightly raised his eyebrows.

Very strong.

Extremely strong!

This pressure actually gave him a sense of suffocation similar to when he faced the legendary Immortal in the depths of the Ancient Desolate Secret Realm years ago.

Definitely not a Quasi-Emperor.

And certainly not an ordinary Great Emperor.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the pressure to look toward the source of that aura.

An aged figure slowly stepped out from the void.

The old man wore a plain ancient robe, old yet spotless, with the corners of the robe embroidered with star patterns and ancient seal scripts that had long been lost; every line seemed to hide a world within it.

His figure was not tall, even appearing somewhat gaunt, but with every step he took, the space-time of the entire Ancient Tower trembled slightly.

As if he himself was the Dao of this building, the law of this place.

And above his head, a panel emerged.

【Name: Guardian One】

【Age: 6,069,690 years old】

【Realm: Red Dust Immortal】

【Identity: Sole Gravekeeper of the Immortal Tomb, Mythological Great Emperor, Dominator of the Mythological Era.】

【fate: Black】

【Life Experience: Born into a low-tier small clan in the Mortal World; at birth, withered rain fell from the sky and all trees perished, thus regarded as an ominous child...】

【Possesses no special Physique within the body, yet naturally born with the ability to see wandering souls and the Dao of Desolation...】

【At 2 years old, sat alone on a grave for three days and nights without crying or making a fuss, only whispering to the withered bones...】

【At ten years old, accidentally obtained the Immortal Burial Scripture...】

【At eight thousand six hundred years old, swept through an era as invincible, reaching the Peak of the Emperors Path, and attempted to merge with the Dao as the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor...】

【At eight thousand six hundred and twelve years old, failed to merge with the Dao as the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor, falling into a state of confusion...】

【At eight thousand seven hundred years old, stared blankly at the heavenly mandate stone, deciding to walk the world to seek an Opportunity to merge with the Dao.】

...

【At nine thousand one hundred and twenty-three years old, decided to sever the Dao, attempting to walk a new path.】

【After experiencing nine lives in the Mortal World, severed the Dao Mark traces of the Immortal Burial Scripture and attained the Dao as a Mythological Great Emperor...】

【Mythological Era Year 300, the Immortal Tomb stirred, abominations ran rampant; called upon the experts of all races in the heavens to attack the Immortal Tomb...】

【Mythological Era Year 400, the century-long war ended, the heavens became scorched earth, all races failed, and the Immortal Tomb remained eternal... forever imprisoned within the Immortal Tomb to become its guardian, discarding the Great Emperor's fate, and took the name Guardian One...】

【Recent Opportunity (None)】

Looking at this black panel, Qin Wushang showed a rare look of shock.

Black!

He had never seen a black fate before!

fate can be divided into four Ranks: white, blue, red, and gold; the higher the Rank, the better the life!

Gold is the top Rank, possessed by many children of Luck and powerful Prodigies.

However, black...

Was not in the System's classification at all!

What was even more terrifying was the old man's identity!

A Great Emperor of an era!

A Mythological Great Emperor—there were indeed records of him.

But they were all just fragments of words.

If he hadn't seen it on this System panel but heard it from someone else's mouth, he wouldn't have dared to believe it.

He has lived for over six million years!

"Have you thought about how you want to die?"

Guardian One slowly spoke, his voice as aged as ancient withered wood.

But that terrifying pressure weighing down on the heavens surged several times over at this moment, pressing down so hard that the space of the entire Ancient Tower was slightly distorting.

The surrounding creatures were secretly delighted.

That mysterious old Senior finally spoke!

This opening of his mouth meant Qin Wushang was doomed!

A generation's Heaven-Defying Prodigy, to perish here today?

"Die?"

Qin Wushang raised his eyes, his gaze calm and rippleless, without a trace of fear, "Why should I die?"

"Senior, could there be some misunderstanding regarding me?"

He met Guardian One's gaze, which could crush a Quasi-Emperor, and asked back calmly.

"Hmph! Qin Wushang! The rules of the Ancient Tower: no noise, no fighting!"

A cold shout suddenly rang out.

The one speaking was a Prodigy of the Dongfang Family; seeing Qin Wushang provoke that mysterious old Senior, he immediately jumped out to kick him while he was down.

Qin Wushang had once killed the Dongfang Family's Imperial Son; this enmity was irreconcilable.

Today, he only wanted to use the hand of that mysterious old Senior to thoroughly crush Qin Wushang to death here.

"Senior, please judge clearly! You said before that those who break the rules will be killed on the spot!"

The Prodigy from the Dongfang Family echoed sharply, fully expecting to take advantage of the situation to get rid of Qin Wushang.

"Noisy."

Guardian One didn't even lift an eyelid.

Bang!

An invisible great power crashed down, and that high-spirited Prodigy of the Dongfang Family was crushed into nothingness without even letting out a scream.

Until his death, he didn't understand why he died.

Qin Wushang's expression remained unchanged, still composed.

"Since Senior said no noise and no fighting, then as a Junior coming here, I have only spoken a single word and have not shouted loudly."

"As for fighting... they didn't even have the power to fight back; it was merely a one-sided action on my part, so how can it be called fighting?"

That wasn't a fight; it was a crushing defeat, an instantaneous obliteration.

"Sharp-tongued!"

Guardian One's tone suddenly turned cold, terrifying aura surging around him as the Void Realm beneath his feet cracked layer by layer.

"Senior."

Qin Wushang suddenly raised his eyes, his tone still flat.

"As a former Mythological Great Emperor, are you also going to disregard your status and act against me, a mere Saint Realm?"

As soon as he spoke, the entire place fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Mythological Great Emperor?

Has he gone mad?

To dare say such words to Senior Guardian One!

Countless creatures were horrified, assuming Qin Wushang had been scared silly and was talking nonsense.

The Mythological Great Emperor is a legend long buried in the deepest depths of history, their titles almost forgotten by the world, with only a few ancient books containing fragments of records.

Some powerful beings hadn't even heard of it.

But in the next moment, Guardian One's reaction caused everyone to instantly fall silent, not even daring to breathe heavily.

"You... how did you know?"

Guardian One's aged body trembled violently, and his figure instantly flashed to stand before Qin Wushang.

His pair of hands, dry as tree bark, tightly gripped his shoulders, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

He desperately wanted an answer.

How could a Saint know his identity, which had been sealed for aeons?