The whereabouts of the Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Venerable's tomb-or rather, the Netherworld Emperor's grave-had always been a great mystery throughout the ages.
After all, Duan De had always been the one digging up other people's grand tombs. How could anyone else rob the grave of the founding patriarch of grave robbers?
Perhaps only Emperor Zun and a few others closely connected to the Netherworld Venerable knew something of the truth.
Holding Xiao Nannan's delicate little hand, Lin Xian pointed at Duan De and cautiously transmitted his voice. "Nannan, do you still remember him? When did you first meet this Daoist?"
"Chubby big brother?" Xiao Nannan looked bewildered. In her childish voice, she said, "He looks so familiar, but Nannan can't remember. It seems like it was near home. Where is home? Xiao Nannan wants to go home..."
Before she finished speaking, the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron and the Devouring Heaven Demonic Jar rose and fell in unison. Without anyone supplying divine energy, they revived on their own, unleashing hundreds of millions of rays of immortal light as they carried Xiao Nannan toward the Yaoguang Holy Land.
"What's going on?!"
Everyone froze, then quickly recovered. Each unleashed their divine abilities and arts, crossing the void to arrive above the Yaoguang Holy Land.
The Yaoguang Holy Land possessed magnificent mountains and rivers, worthy of being called an immortal land. Beyond its beautiful peaks and thousand-foot silver waterfalls, Qilin Beasts roamed, Golden Crows traversed the sky, and auspicious herbs carpeted the ground. It was like a scene from myth.
Yet in the eyes of a true Source Heavenly Master, something was deeply wrong with this place.
"Yaoguang's many immortal landscapes were built on a plateau. Why does that plateau look more and more like a burial mound?"
Ye Fan murmured, then abruptly