"No, we can't force it open. No method has any effect on this palace."
"Just wait quietly. So many years have already passed, after all. What harm is there in waiting a little longer?"
"But what should we do about those human cultivators outside?"
All the demon cultivators present frowned.
The commotion caused by the emergence of the Demon Emperor's mausoleum was simply too great. Never mind Spirit Ruins Paradise-probably every cultivator throughout the Yan Kingdom could sense it.
Quite a few cultivators from Spirit Ruins Paradise had already gathered outside these ruins. Judging by the situation, they would arrive before long.
Of course, to them, the people from Spirit Ruins Paradise did not really amount to much.
However far the Azure Emperor Lineage had fallen, they still had nothing to fear from a mere paradise faction whose strongest cultivators were only at the Divine Bridge stage.
Either Yan Ruyu or Elder Qing standing before them could dispose of those people with a wave of a hand.
The real trouble lay with the holy land factions behind these paradises.
News of the opening of the Demon Emperor's mausoleum would inevitably spread in all directions at the fastest possible speed. When that happened, the many holy lands of the Eastern Wasteland, and even the Desolate Ancient Families, would receive word and rush over.
Things would probably become troublesome then.
With the Azure Emperor Lineage's current strength, they probably could not contend with those holy lands and Desolate Ancient Families at all.
"There's no need to contend with them. We can simply lie low."
Chen Yu spoke, his expression looking very calm. "No matter what, we have the initiative. As long as we hide and follow our previous arrangements, there should ultimately be no problem, provided nothing unexpected happens."
Of everyone present, he was the only one whose expression seemed largely unchanged.
It could not be helped. After reading the original novel, anyone would feel little about the minor scene before them.
Desolate Ancient Families? Eastern Wasteland holy lands? At most, they would send out a bunch of Mighty Figures.
A mere bunch of Immortal Platform Realm Mighty Figures were nothing but ants in the middle and later stages. They hardly counted for anything.
Besides, Emperor Weapons were extremely special things.
Since the Azure Emperor had left behind his Emperor Weapon and heart, no one outside the Azure Emperor Lineage could take them away.
If anyone dared refuse to accept that, would they believe it when the Azure Emperor Weapon revived on its own and gave them a blow?
So from the very beginning, Chen Yu had barely worried at all.
The only reason he paid attention to the Azure Emperor's Mausoleum Tomb was to pick up some benefits.
Those so-called benefits were naturally not the so-called sentient divine weapons in the Qing Emperor's Tomb, but a check-in.
It's a mausoleum arranged by the Azure Emperor himself, after all. The lingering Dao resonance inside should be pretty good. Surely I can get something good from checking in?
Standing there, Chen Yu could not help feeling anticipation rise in his heart.
In the time that followed, everything proceeded along its original course.
The people from Spirit Ruins Paradise confronted the local demons, and then people from the various great holy lands arrived one after another.
For a time, this originally insignificant place became incredibly bustling. Terrifying presences and extraordinary phenomena swept past everywhere, leaving frightening traces.
After that, the Qing Emperor's Tomb finally opened in earnest, broken through by the combined efforts of the various holy lands' Mighty Figures.
Of course, rather than believing a bunch of Mighty Figures had broken its restrictions, Chen Yu was more inclined to think the Qing Emperor's Tomb had opened on its own.
Otherwise, the idea of a mere bunch of Mighty Figures breaking a great formation personally arranged by the Azure Emperor was rather too laughable.
Did they understand the weight an Emperor Formation carried?
Outside, streaks of light shot in every direction. Some were spiritual treasures drifting out of the various palaces, while others were terrifying fluctuations of divine power released by the many Mighty Figures.
Amid it all, Chen Yu looked like an ordinary rogue cultivator.
There were many people like him here, mostly cultivators who had rushed over after hearing the news elsewhere. Their numbers were considerable.
He did not stand out at all among them.
Unlike the others, however, Chen Yu had little interest in the many spiritual treasures shooting out of the Demon Emperor's palace as he walked among them. He merely continued silently forward.
[Check-in successful. Obtained Fortune Jade Liquid.] [Fortune Jade Liquid: a supreme divine substance nurtured by heaven and earth. It can heal Dao injuries and nourish spiritual roots. As long as a spiritual root retains even a thread of life, Fortune Jade Liquid can restore it.]
Fortune Jade Liquid? Good stuff.
Looking at the good thing he had obtained from his check-in, Chen Yu felt a stir in his heart.
As expected of a palace left behind by the Azure Emperor, the item obtained from checking in here really was related to spiritual roots.
With this, any spiritual root could be restored as long as it retained a thread of life. Its effect was absolutely heaven-defying.
On the Big Dipper alone, there were quite a few spiritual roots worth saving.
The first thing Chen Yu thought of was the Bodhi Tree in his Bitter Sea.
That Bodhi Tree was the old body left behind after the Bodhi Seed's nirvana. Most of its essence had been absorbed by the Bodhi Seed.
But because he had obtained it in time, a trace of life still remained within it, and a few tender green leaves as lustrous as jade grew on its trunk.
To sustain this Bodhi Tree's life, Chen Yu had been watering it with Divine Spring Water from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, maintaining its condition as best he could.
Now that he had this Fortune Jade Liquid, it seemed he could try restoring it.
There was also the Enlightenment Tea Tree among the undying divine beings.
It was said that this tree could only be planted in the sacred soil of the Undying Mountain and could not leave at all.
But if it were watered with Fortune Jade Liquid, could it be taken out of the Undying Mountain?
Alternatively, using one of its offshoot roots to cultivate another divine medicine would also be a good choice.
Various thoughts flashed through Chen Yu's mind before he looked in a certain direction in the distance.
A familiar figure flashed past, alone. He was now standing in a corner, carefully looking for opportunities to collect the sentient divine weapons scattering outward.
It was Ye Fan, hiding there, seemingly unaware of Chen Yu.
Beside him stood a fat Daoist with a somewhat distinctive bearing.
"This is..."
Chen Yu raised his eyebrows, immediately taking some interest.
Whoosh!
A sentient divine weapon flew toward Ye Fan, but before he could catch it, a fat Daoist snatched it away, turning it into an object in his possession.
"Hahahaha! It seems this divine weapon is fated with this Daoist!"
Duan De beamed, looking very satisfied with his gains on this trip. As he laughed, he refined the sentient divine weapon he had caught and placed it in his Bitter Sea.
Damned fatty!
Ye Fan cursed inwardly. Looking at the man, he could only accept his bad luck, so he turned to distance himself and try his luck elsewhere.
In that short time, the man had already snatched several sentient divine weapons out from under his nose. The losses made his heart bleed.
With his strength inferior to the other man's, he could only accept his misfortune.
"Little brother, these spiritual treasures aren't fated with you. You really shouldn't force the matter."
Beaming, Duan De prepared to turn and leave.
Just then, however, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and grabbed his shoulder. Tremendous strength held him fast, stopping him in place.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay."
A voice came from behind him, ringing out at that moment.