Deep within the Myriad Puppets Mountain Range, a towering, majestic peak stood proudly, piercing straight into the clouds.
At the foot of the mountain stood two Humanoid Puppet Beasts over a hundred zhang tall. One held a massive golden sword that gleamed brilliantly, while the other wielded a gigantic silver axe. They remained utterly motionless, like lifeless objects.
These were two Rank 4 Puppet Beasts, their strength comparable to Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators, though activating them was rather troublesome.
The Tomb of the Puppet Emperor had originally been a cenotaph. The three great sects had stationed heavy guards there for ten thousand years without change, so doubts from the outside world were inevitable. Some claimed the Tomb of the Puppet Emperor was connected to the Spirit Realm; some said it was a Small World filled with countless heavenly treasures; others claimed terrifying Demonic Beasts were imprisoned within. Opinions varied wildly.
The three great sects never offered an explanation, only dispatching heavily armed forces to guard it.
Even when the Nine Serenities Sect suffered a disastrous siege by the major powers, the Nine Serenities Sect cultivators stationed at the Tomb of the Puppet Emperor did not leave.
At the mountain top stood a golden palace that glittered brightly. The plaque bore three large silver characters: "Puppet Emperor Palace." Its doors stood open.
The great hall was spacious and brightly lit. A statue of a valiant, heroic woman stood within—it was the Puppet Emperor herself.
The hall was empty. Before the statue stood a Three-Legged Cauldron over a zhang tall, with three thick sticks of Azure Sandalwood Incense planted inside.
A fierce gust of wind blew in, scattering great quantities of incense ash.
"Which Daoist friend dares trespass into the Puppet Emperor Palace? Do you truly take the warnings of our