A Thousand Years of Guarding the Tomb Had Not Been in Vain

Having finished all this, the Void Walker didn't even spare the Demon Emperor's clone a glance. He closed his eyes again, as if he had merely swatted away a few flies.

The Demon Emperor's clone fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Interesting. It seems this game is far more entertaining than I expected."

His form began to blur, turning transparent.

"Lin Hao, live well. Grow strong. The day you truly break the shackles of the 'Ultimate Demonic Tribulation'..."

"I will come for you myself."

As his words faded, the clone vanished completely.

Only the devastated depths of Saint Burial Abyss remained, along with the survivors... still shaken by their narrow escape.

Leaning on his sword, Lin Hao stared in the direction where the Demon Emperor's clone had vanished. His eyes held a chill like a glacier that had never thawed in ten thousand years.

Blue Star... a seed... sprouting...

Demon Emperor, what exactly... did you bury on Blue Star?!

Meanwhile, far away, at the other end of the endless starry sky, on Blue Star.

At the deepest point of the Pacific Ocean, in the Mariana Trench.

In that absolute darkness, eleven thousand meters below the surface, a vast altar built from countless pitch-black bones—so immense it defied imagination—was slowly lighting up with a dark red glow.

At the center of the altar floated an... egg, dark red in color.

Demonic markings pulsed across its shell like a heartbeat.

Thump... thump... thump...

After the Demon Emperor's clone vanished, the depths of Saint Burial Abyss fell into a brief, deathly silence.

The Void Walker had banished the nine Killing Demon Thunders, but that brief clash and the information revealed in the Demon Emperor's words had burrowed into everyone's hearts like a bone-deep affliction.

Leaning on Xuanyuan Sword, Lin Hao was