The moment the yellow-haired old man finished speaking, Xu Yi took out the restriction tokens and tossed them into the air. The shimmering web above seemed to have a life of its own, automatically sucking in every token and precisely slotting each one into a section of the grid.
In an instant, the entire grid was filled. Then, after a ripple passed through it, there came a soft pop, and the whole web of light vanished. In the spot it had covered, a broad palace-style stone gate of white jade stood revealed.
Everyone's blood surged. No one needed to give an order; hundreds of cultivators shot toward the palace almost at once. At a moment like this, even if the Heavenly King himself ordered them to stop, nothing could restrain the greed in their hearts.
Xu Yi wasn't particularly excited. There were simply too many people, and he was pessimistic about his chances of finding a treasure he wanted. His hopes were low, and so was his desire. Still, since he had come, he might as well go inside and take a look.
He was among the last group to enter, but he was only a few breaths behind. Xu Yi stepped through the domed entrance, the group ahead of him having charged too fast and too recklessly.
The moment he entered the palace, Xu Yi understood. This wasn't an Ancient Tomb at all, but a hall—the residence of someone who had once lived.
He had read accounts of Divine Tombs in ancient texts. Cultivators who pursued the mysteries of creation knew when their lives were nearing their end, and often chose to pass away in their own homes. To keep others from disturbing them, they would surround their homes with elaborate disguises and restrictions.
In Xu Yi's view, the