A Tomb of One's Own, Chaos Space!

Endless void.

Cold, empty, ancient.

This boundless void seemed as though it had been wiped clean with a cloth, possessing an utterly pure cleanliness untouched by even a speck of dust.

And within this kingdom of void sat a supreme king. He sat high upon his golden throne, his eyes tightly shut, as though he were asleep.

After an incomparably long passage of time, his posture remained impeccable, faintly revealing that cold and solemn majesty.

When Lin Yan piloted the Tomb Ship and drifted all the way to the far shore of the Sea of Blood... when his gaze, transmitted through spacetime, beheld this scene, an incomparably intense shock instantly engulfed his heart.

"Tomb Mausoleum... Sea of Blood..."

He stood there blankly, unable to help falling into a daze.

So, within the Cosmic Boat, there had never been any so-called "Tomb Mausoleum." Instead, the man seated upon the golden throne before him had made his own body into a tomb... a resting place for the Wu Lin Army!

And this "Sea of Blood" was truly the blood within his body.

Only upon reaching the far shore of the Sea of Blood had Lin Yan discovered that he had faintly established a connection with the spacetime outside. He understood the truth of it all and sensed the existence of that towering figure upon the throne.

His divine body stood more than a million light-years tall. His appearance seemed rather ordinary, yet he remained as imposing as a mountain, dazzling with radiance. Seated upon that magnificent golden throne, he was like a deity.

His temples were slightly white, faintly revealing the air of old age, yet his aura was deep and steady. Ancient azure-light armor covered his body, though it now appeared dim and lusterless.

His eyes were shut. He seemed to