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Ren Pingsheng stepped into the light gate and felt a sudden darkness, as if he was being teleported. For about two minutes, everything around him was engulfed in darkness before light returned. It seemed that the Sword King's Tomb was buried deep underground.
"Hmm?" As Ren Pingsheng adjusted to the surrounding light, the Sword King Token in his hand trembled, and the Light Barrier that enveloped him vanished. However, he found that his mind had gained some new information.
"The Sword King's Tomb has a total of 1,808 inheritances, with 36 remaining. The 36 inheritance towers are located at the center of the Sword King's Tomb, and anyone can enter. Inheritance is for those with fate; may it be passed down."
This message came from the Sword King Token and gave him a basic understanding of the Sword King's Tomb.
"So there are still 36 royal-level inheritances left. I wonder how many will emerge this time. The center of the Sword King's Tomb? I need to hurry there," Ren Pingsheng murmured to himself as he surveyed his surroundings.
It appeared to be an endless cemetery, filled with graves of varying heights. Some had collapsed, while others were overgrown with weeds and trees. In the distance, solitary beasts wandered about, making it clear that reaching the center would not be an easy task.
Ren Pingsheng took careful steps toward the center indicated by the Sword King Token. He cautiously avoided the dilapidated graves, feeling an ominous premonition about them, as if something terrifying lay hidden within, fearing to awaken them.
"Roar..." Suddenly, a piercing scream from a beast echoed in the distance. He quickly rushed over and was shocked by what he saw: from a crumbling grave, a skeletal hand reached out and grabbed a beast. Blood flowed down the arm into the grave.
Minutes passed, and all that remained of the second-tier high-level beast was its skin left on the ground. A satisfied laughter seemed to emanate from within the grave. The bizarre scene he witnessed was something no one would believe without seeing it firsthand.
"My instincts were right; this grave must have buried powerful beings who have undergone mutations over time," Ren Pingsheng said with a pale face as he moved further away. Unfortunately, graves surrounded him everywhere, making escape impossible. Looking in the direction indicated by the Sword King Token, he saw even more densely packed graves.
"I wonder how others are faring; could they be experiencing something similar? But just how vast is this Sword King's Tomb? I haven't seen anyone else," he continued deeper inside when suddenly he halted.
"Not good!" He felt a tight grip on his ankle; a skeletal hand was firmly holding him. Remembering the gruesome fate of that beast, he dared not hesitate any longer. A surge of true energy erupted as he forcefully shook his leg. With a loud crack, the skeletal hand broke off.
"Ha... fortunately, it seems not everyone is excessively powerful," Ren Pingsheng sighed in relief, realizing it was just a false alarm.
Suddenly, the Tomb beside him exploded, and a skeleton, entirely resembling white jade, emerged with an angry roar. Its hollow eyes fixed directly on Ren Pingsheng, and then it charged at him with incredible speed. Clearly, his earlier movements had disturbed it.
"Damn, this is a formidable opponent." Just sensing the aura radiating from the skeleton sent chills down his spine. He dared not linger and immediately turned to run.
"Slash!" The skeleton was not slow; its bony hand reached out from behind. A fierce wind rushed past Ren Pingsheng as the Azure Wind Sword was drawn in an instant, slashing backward.
A sound of metal clashing echoed as Ren Pingsheng's hand shook from the impact, leaving it slightly numb. After a brief pause, the bony hand attacked again. This left him alarmed; this skeleton was incredibly powerful.
He knew that if he were caught, the outcome would be disastrous. There was no time for hesitation; he gathered his strength and surged forward with even greater intensity. A golden sword aura flashed by, once more blocking the skeletal hand's attack. Without looking back, he took off running for his life. After just two exchanges, he realized he was no match for it.
"Roar..." The skeleton's voice was hoarse and filled with rage at Ren Pingsheng's struggle. It howled to the sky and then vanished in an instant, reappearing behind Ren Pingsheng as its bony hand came crashing down.
"How is it so fast... cough..." Ren Pingsheng barely had time to be surprised or react before he felt a heavy blow to his back. The force was terrifying; even the Thousand Silk Armor couldn't fully protect him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying far away.
"How powerful; this definitely has the strength of the Supreme Realm." As he flew through the air, he thought to himself, completely unable to fight back. Upon landing, he lightly tapped the ground and suddenly retreated over ten feet before stopping. Then he brandished the Azure Wind Sword, ready to defend against another attack from the skeleton.
"Hmm, it hasn't chased after me?" Ren Pingsheng looked back in surprise as he wiped the blood from his mouth. He saw the skeleton roaring not far away but making no move to approach.
"Could it have some limitation that prevents it from leaving its Tomb too far?" After observing for a while, he began to speculate. At the same time, he felt relieved; if that skeleton truly pursued him, he wouldn't stand a chance.
"This Sword King Tomb is indeed terrifying; I fear many will lose their lives on the way to the center." Ren Pingsheng sighed lightly and became even more cautious. He avoided any Tombs he encountered, daring not to make a sound for fear of attracting more terrifying foes like before.
After entering the Sword King Tomb, everyone separated. However, the situations they faced were quite similar, as they all encountered tombs of various sizes. The eerie atmosphere did not scare these martial artists; their desire for King-Level Inheritance had long surpassed everything else. They did not take these tombs too seriously.
As a result, many people, like Ren Pingsheng before them, accidentally disturbed some sleeping entities. Those with good luck managed to escape, while those with bad luck lost their lives. Gradually, they learned that these tombs should not be touched or even disturbed. They became more cautious.
However, after the first wave of attacks, at least several dozen martial artists lost their lives. Among them were some formidable figures, such as those from Snow State's Five Major Forces. Even when faced with a skeletal being of the respect level, they could retreat unscathed and would not end up as awkwardly as Ren Pingsheng.
"Haha... good! I didn't expect to encounter such opponents; this is truly exhilarating." While other martial artists kept their distance, two individuals specifically sought out powerful tombs to battle the skeletons within. Cheng Batian and Situ Kong, whom Ren Pingsheng knew, were among them. They preferred to battle strong opponents.
The two figures currently seen were Situ Kong engaging in battle with a skeletal being possessing Supreme Realm cultivation. The two figures collided continuously, raising clouds of dust. Each strike from Situ Kong carried immense force, and in the hard-fought exchanges with the skeleton, he surprisingly did not fall behind.
Outside the Sword King Tomb, a dense crowd of martial artists gathered, their cultivation levels varying. As their eyes swept over the Light Gate amidst the separated mountains, a flicker of fervor passed through them. Yet no one dared to act rashly. Previous attempts had already made them aware of the terror of this Light Gate; regardless of cultivation level, anyone without the Sword King Order would surely meet a bizarre demise.
"Sigh, I wonder how much Heritage will emerge from this Sword King Tomb; I'm truly envious!" one martial artist lamented, his gaze filled not only with envy but also blatant jealousy.
"Indeed, it's a pity that things like the Sword King Order are too rare and have been snatched away by major sects."
"If I had known earlier, I would have grabbed a piece outside Cloud Hidden City." One martial artist shouted regretfully.
"Heh heh, with your high-level Martial Master cultivation? It would be surprising if you didn't lose your life." Someone scoffed.
"Don't be envious; the dangers within the Sword King Tomb are likely considerable as well. Even if you enter, you might still lose your life." Some martial artists remained quite clear-headed.
"That's right; we'll just wait here. If any King-Level Inheritance emerges, we might still have a chance." In fact, many martial artists held this thought as they awaited the closing of the Sword King Tomb, looking for opportunities to secretly strike at those who survived.
"Damn it, I arrived too late; that damn kid has already gone in." A figure rushed from a distance, it was Chu Yuan's father, Chu Longxiang. He wore an angry expression, having just overheard the discussions among the martial artists, he knew that Ren Pingsheng had already entered the Sword King Tomb.
"Hmph, I'll wait right here for you to come out. Let's see where you can hide. If you manage to obtain the King-Level Inheritance, that would be even better; I will take everything from you." He sneered coldly, his gaze flickering as he looked at the Light Gate.
"Oh, he's here too. It seems the rumors about his son dying at Ren Pingsheng's hands are true. But it's fine that he’s involved; this way I can sit back and reap the benefits." While Chu Longxiang was plotting against Ren Pingsheng, he failed to notice that someone in the distance was also observing him, harboring the same intention of benefiting from the situation.
If Chu Longxiang had seen this person, he would have recognized him. It was Lord Li from Great Chu Academy's Outer Court, Li Yun. He had also arrived at the Sword King Tomb.
Ren Pingsheng was completely unaware that two formidable individuals outside were plotting against him. At this moment, he was hiding in the shadows, watching a thrilling battle unfold.
It was a battle between a skeleton and a Demon Beast; the skeleton possessed respect-level cultivation. The Demon Beast was no slouch either, being a third-tier Demon Beast.
The two combatants were evenly matched, fighting fiercely. The surroundings were filled with numerous tombs affected by their clash, yet no skeletons emerged. Perhaps they lacked the strength or were too fearful to show themselves.
"Bang..." The harsh sound of impact echoed in all directions; the skeleton's body was extremely hard, and the Demon Beast's body was equally robust. They exchanged blows without either being able to gain the upper hand.
"Roar..." The Demon Beast let out a furious roar, its body suddenly flashing with blood light, growing threefold in size and exuding an even more terrifying aura. It lunged forward directly. Having used a beast technique secret method, its strength increased significantly this time, forcing the skeleton to retreat repeatedly.
As it landed a punch that sent the skeleton flying, it opened its mouth and unleashed a piercing beam of light that struck the flying skeleton in an instant.
The skeleton let out a tragic howl as most of its bones shattered and scattered across the ground. Now lying on the ground, it had lost much of its momentum and strength.
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