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The Tomb of the Wind Lord was different from ordinary graveyards.

No matter how grand an ordinary graveyard was built, it was merely an enclosed space for placing coffins.

A god's tomb, however, was different. Nourished by the divine elements left behind by the God Corpse, it gave birth to some rules of its own. It had sky and earth, living creatures, and was like a small world cut off from the outside.

From the outside, the god's tomb looked like a mountain.

But once he truly entered it, Xiao Chen discovered that the space within was far larger than it appeared, as vast as several Titan Cities.

Standing within it, Xiao Chen was slightly stunned.

This world was far too mystical. Even in television dramas from his previous life, he had rarely seen such a miraculous tomb.

Yet there was one difference from the outside world.

Though the sun in the Tomb of the Wind Lord was also golden, its surface was covered in a thin layer of gray mist, while four terrifying hurricanes circled its edges.

The composition of the gray mist was extremely complex, containing both divine matter and faint deathly aura.

Just like the air in the god's tomb, it mingled holiness with death.

The entire Tomb of the Wind Lord was enormous, enough to accommodate tens of millions of people living here at once.

Several thousand people entering it were like mud and sand sinking into the sea, stirring no ripples.

Everyone's positions had been scattered.

The place where Xiao Chen currently stood was an ancient black forest.

Thick, sturdy giant trees nearly reaching the heavens stood everywhere, their lush branches and leaves blotting out the sky and sun.

Part of the sunlight was blocked, making the entire ancient forest somewhat dim, though it did