Inside the Qing Emperor's Tomb,
Ye Xingchen, dressed in white, turned and glanced around, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Once Ji Ziyue had taken everything, he walked outside with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he stepped through the Mansion Gate, he saw patriarchs of the Taoist Sect approaching one after another.
"Could this kid be that Saint King? He's far too formidable! To think he could be so at ease inside this Great Emperor's tomb. He really is a powerhouse."
"Interesting. I wonder which sect this patriarch belongs to, emerging at a time like this. It seems our human race still has quite a deep foundation!"
"He might be a powerhouse from one of those sacred lands, like Yaoguang. Everyone, be careful. Look behind him, there's a little girl following him. No, two little girls..."
"Heavens, are those two supreme imperial weapons above his head? Who exactly is this fellow? Could he be the holy son of some sacred land?"
Looking at the people before him, Ye Xingchen glanced back at Ji Ziyue, then slowly stepped forward. His Saint King aura slowly pressed down on his surroundings.
At the sight, the faces of everyone along the way turned exceedingly grim, and they gritted their teeth and retreated.
After reaching the hall, Ye Xingchen, with no particular destination in mind, smiled and headed out of the cave.
Not a single person along the way dared step out to stop him. Only after he had left did they rush into the Cave Entrance.
Meanwhile, outside the cave, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, continuously assimilating the tremendous power the Emperor Scripture brought within him.
While he was deep in thought, footsteps suddenly came from outside the mountain. Immediately afterward, Zhang Zilin, Li Changqing, and