Several figures hovered in the air above the deep mountains of the Ancient Clan. Their gazes were fixed on the space above the mountain range, as though they could see through it to the figure who had once stirred the winds and clouds across the Central Continent. Their expressions were all somewhat complicated.
"Xiao Yan, the Heavenly Tomb opens naturally once every twenty years. You entered it last time, so there is still quite some time before its next natural opening."
Gu Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and shifted his gaze away from that patch of space. "However, I will forcibly tear open a rift in the Heavenly Tomb and let you enter. But remember, do not remain in the Heavenly Tomb for more than a year, or it will reject you."
"Thank you for the trouble, Uncle Gu."
Xiao Yan nodded. One day inside the Heavenly Tomb was equivalent to five days outside. A year within it would amount to over two months in the outside world, while the Hun Clan had given him only half a month. Naturally, he could not stay in the Heavenly Tomb for that long.
"Are you sure you do not need anyone to accompany you?"
Gu Yuan asked again.
Xiao Yan smiled and shook his head. With his current strength, aside from Xiao Xuan, there was likely no one in the Heavenly Tomb who could hurt him.
Seeing that Xiao Yan insisted, Gu Yuan said no more. With a wave of his hand, the energy between heaven and earth immediately surged and howled, accompanied faintly by the sound of crashing waves. Then, the empty space ahead began to ripple violently. A pitch-black rift was slowly torn open by force, and an exceptionally ancient, primordial aura spread out from within.
"Xiao Yan,