Little Stone Emperor's tomb was vast. It was no longer a tomb, but a world.
A world forged before his death by an invincible king of the Immemorial Era. Here he lay in slumber.
Xiao Chen and the others marveled at it, saying again and again that Little Stone Emperor lived up to his name.
Kings were invincible, yet Little Stone Emperor stood above even kings.
He was the pinnacle of pinnacles among kings, a being already approaching an Emperor.
"I wonder if I'll ever reach that level in this life," Xiao Chen muttered.
He was confident he could walk the path of kings. He was already exploring the Stone Man Path and the Supreme Ancestral God Path, both routes toward becoming a king.
But a realm like Little Stone Emperor's was far beyond reach, even across the Ten Thousand Worlds.
Over countless ages, the Ten Thousand Worlds had seen many kings, but few figures like Little Stone Emperor.
"Don't worry, you definitely can," Meng Chuan encouraged him. "You'll become one of the most powerful people in this world."
Xiao Chen found it strange. Meng Chuan seemed more confident in him than he was in himself.
Why does this senior think so highly of me? And why has he always treated me so well...?
If Xiao Chen hadn't known he was his parents' biological son, his imagination would probably have run wild already.
Could I have had a past life? And was that past life connected to this senior?
All right, Xiao Chen's imagination had already run wild.
After they entered Little Stone Emperor's Mausoleum, a dragon ship sailed past them, gliding through the void.
"The Ancestral Dragon Ship!" Xiao Chen cried out.
More than ten thousand years ago, a great war had erupted, and the Nine Provinces had been