"Pharaoh! Today, I, Cao Cao, am going to dig up your grave. Let's see what you can do about it! As for the others, if they want the treasure here, they'll have to see whether I allow it or not!"
Cao Cao laughed arrogantly as he stepped into the tomb, his expression full of defiance. He even deliberately glanced around with a look of disdain, clearly unafraid of the hidden foreign powerhouses lurking nearby.
"Damn it! That's the tomb of the Pharaoh! Any outsider who dares to disturb the Pharaoh's slumber will suffer a terrible curse. They will endure a fate worse than death, condemned to eternal damnation in the dark hell, lost in despair!"
The Sphinx rushed toward the entrance, fury flashing in its eyes, and with a loud roar, dove into the crack in the ground.
"Charge! This is the Pharaoh's tomb. It's said to contain boundless treasure—innumerable rare and magical artifacts. If we can get them, we can soar to the heavens, even become mighty cultivators or beings of great divine power! We could stand at the peak of the world and reach even higher realms!"
"Kill! The divine spark inside is mine!"
One by one, figures emerged from hiding. None of them cared about the Deadly Black Rain. Even if Weizhou truly became a barren wasteland, it had nothing to do with them. After seizing the treasures, they could just pack up and leave, leaving the mess to others.
They were here for one thing: treasure. They had come to this tomb to plunder it.
They cared not for upheaval or destruction.
More and more hidden powerhouses emerged, diving into the crack one after another. In a flash, all were gone.
"Dear, are you really not planning to leave Weizhou?"
Cao Jie took a deep breath and asked Yi Tianxing, clearly sensing his eagerness—as if he was about to dash into the tomb at any moment.
"This tomb of the Pharaoh is an opportunity that cannot be missed. I must go in and see for myself. Don't worry. I won't be in any danger," Yi Tianxing replied with a calm smile.
"My father once told me the Pharaoh's tomb is extremely dangerous—not only filled with traps and mechanisms, but also crawling with undying undead. The death aura inside is terrifying. Any living being who enters will have it seep into their body, corroding their flesh. If they can't find a path through, they'll get lost. The tomb's interior is structured like a maze. One could be lost inside forever," said Cao Jie.
Without hesitation, she shared all the intelligence she knew.
Having entrusted her future to Yi Tianxing, her only concern now was his safety. Everything else was secondary. If this information could help, then it was worth it.
"A maze? Got it." Yi Tianxing nodded. "Jie'er, I'll send you into a pocket world within my body. There, you can stay with the citizens of Da Yi for now. Once things are safe, I'll bring you back out."
Cao Jie had no objections.
Moments later, she stepped through a spatial gate, entering the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower.
Once inside, even if Yi Tianxing died in the tomb, he could still carry her soul back to the Great Yi Dynasty. She would be safe regardless. That was why he insisted on sending her inside. He would never allow them to be separated if something unexpected happened.
Afterward, Yi Tianxing appeared before the crack. With a glance, he stepped inside without hesitation.
The crack was thick with death aura. The moment he entered, it surged toward him.
If the black rain outside was death power in its condensed form, then the death aura inside this crack was dozens or even hundreds of times denser. Anyone without sufficient cultivation would be instantly overwhelmed, transformed into an undead—or worse, drop dead and become a walking corpse.
Yi Tianxing experienced it firsthand and couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Anyone below the Dharma Phase Realm will have their body and soul eroded if caught in this aura. Their vitality will extinguish—they'll step straight into death," Yi Tianxing thought.
Against such death energy, ordinary protective techniques were ineffective. Only cultivators at the Dharma Phase Realm, who could manifest domain powers derived from their Life Chart, could resist it.
Of course, domains were only one method.
Yi Tianxing, rather than using a domain, activated the Chaotic War Dragon Robe with a thought. Immediately, dragon-shaped energies surged around him, radiating supreme majesty. The death aura around him was instantly blocked by the robe.
At the same time, an invisible vortex appeared around him, devouring the surrounding death aura. Though the rate was slow compared to the rate at which it emerged, it was still effective. This aura was being swallowed by the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower, refined into pure chaotic qi, and absorbed into various tower layers.
He continued to descend.
As he went deeper, an enormous underground space appeared before him. Vast and shrouded in death aura, it contained a massive pyramid radiating golden light—intertwining with the black death aura in a contrast of light and darkness.
The ground was white.
Or more accurately, covered in white sand. A desert of white sand beneath the earth.
Yes—an underground white desert.
It was a bizarre sight. But even more disturbing was the fact that black mists constantly seeped from this white desert. Much of the death aura in the underground space originated from this desert.
Standing on the sand, one could feel their life force being drawn out, their vitality sapped. The longer one stood there, the weaker they became.
This desert was terrifying.
No ordinary being could survive here.
The white desert. The pyramid within it.
That pyramid was, without a doubt, the Pharaoh's Tomb.
"This isn't ordinary sand... It's Bone Sand—formed from disintegrated bones. Each grain contains the essence of bone and death. It devours all life force. Just one grain could turn an entire region into a barren land," a black-robed cultivator said as he picked up a handful of white sand, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
In front of the pyramid stood many figures: the Flame Lion King, a cloaked undead lord, various foreign powerhouses, and even human cultivators. But Cao Cao and his three thousand Tomb Raiders were nowhere to be seen—they had evidently already entered the pyramid.
Those who remained didn't dare move rashly.
They knew nothing about the tomb's interior. Acting blindly was suicidal—especially in the tomb of a Pharaoh. These tombs were built with trap defense as their top priority.
Trap mechanisms, poison arrays—anything you could imagine, it was there. And more.
To enter without preparation was suicide.
"You're a Decomposer from the Black Market," Yi Tianxing said as he approached the black-robed cultivator. He recognized the man's pale, almost jade-like hands—hands he'd seen before when the man disassembled divine weapons. They were unique. Yi Tianxing could never forget them.
"Yes, I'm a Decomposer," the man admitted casually. There was no need to hide. In this world, Decomposers were among the most fearsome existences.
"You're human?"
"No, I'm from the Jade Spirit (Yuling) Clan. But I hold no hostility toward humanity. In fact, I inherited the Decomposer legacy from a human master."
"The Jade Spirit Clan is indeed a peaceful race, with no feud against humanity. As long as they are not provoked, they never attack others. Among the myriad races, they're a neutral force," an elderly human cultivator suddenly approached.
He appeared to be a mortal old man, but something about him felt... off.
"And who are you?" Yi Tianxing asked with interest.
Anyone who could stand here was no ordinary figure. Yi Tianxing activated his Innate Yin-Yang Eyes to observe him. What he saw caused his gaze to shift sharply.
Slowly, he muttered,"Paper Man!"