Old Man straightened in his chair, looking toward the wasteland ahead with interest.
The instant Tang Xiaoling spread her wings, he clearly sensed nearly ten people heading toward the village.
Their auras varied. Some carried killing intent, some carried greed, and others carried an indescribable air of mystery.
Originally, he had not intended to bother with them.
He would simply leave it to chance, keeping only those who entered the village.
But that was not because he was kind. He was restricted by the rules of this place.
He had never expected these people to come courting death of their own accord.
"Interesting. This is getting more and more interesting!" Old Man's voice was hoarse and low, his words full of amusement. "My Nine Suns Village hasn't been this lively in a very long time!"
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, the wrinkles on his face bunching together with his smile.
He was not here in the Tomb of Gods and Demons to play an NPC.
The Heaven-and-Earth Upheaval all those years ago had actually trapped him inside.
Only after his cultivation broke through to the Emperor Realm did he discover that he could finally leave this realm.
By then, however, he had lost all interest in the outside world.
For one thing, Nine Suns Village held the sacred relic of their Golden Crow Clan, the Fusang Tree.
His own elder ancestor was still trapped beneath it, and even now, he did not know whether that ancestor was dead or alive.
As the last Golden Crow in the world, his greatest wish was to break the seal and release his elder ancestor.
But the seal had been laid down by their ancestor Dijun, after all. Even with his Emperor Realm strength, he still could not accomplish it.
Still, he