Meanwhile, as Grand Lord Fa Yuan and the other two broke into tomb chamber after tomb chamber and plundered their treasures—
No one knew that, in the deepest part of the Grand Tomb,
a golden skeleton ten thousand zhang tall stirred slightly.
The skeleton sat cross-legged, golden from head to toe, radiating a faint Realm Lord-level pressure.
A glimmer of ghostly light seemed to pass through its empty eye sockets.
Inside its skull, a phantom Divine Soul slowly sat up.
The Divine Soul's face was indistinct, yet it carried the weariness of countless ages.
He opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of tomb chambers and find the four people making their way toward him.
"Four little fellows..."
He murmured to himself, a knowing smile curling at his lips.
His name was Lang Bing.
He had been a Realm Lord three billion years ago.
His lifespan should have ended back then. He should have died and passed into oblivion.
But he had refused to accept it!
He was a mighty Realm Lord who had dominated an age and looked down upon countless living beings. How could he die without a whisper?!
And so, through the Heaven-Deceiving Art, he had successfully faked his death!
He had sacrificed nearly all his cultivation and his physical body, preserving only a portion of his Realm Lord-level Divine Soul Power. He could do nothing but hide in this Main Tomb Chamber, yet he considered it well worth the price!
As long as he could seize a new body, he would have a chance to return to life!
This Realm Lord's Tomb was the bait he had laid to lure peerless Prodigies!
Over the past three billion years, countless Prodigies had been drawn by tales of the Grand Tomb and entered