This new group that had entered the grand hall was, unsurprisingly, composed of the foreign cultivators who had entered the tomb earlier. There weren't many—just over a dozen—and judging by their appearances, all of them looked somewhat disheveled. Even their auras fluctuated unsteadily. Clearly, they had encountered some extremely deadly traps before reaching the main hall. Making it this far had not been easy; each had paid a steep price. As for those who hadn't arrived—most were already dead, lost to the mechanisms and traps of the tomb.
Of course, many more hadn't even reached the main hall, likely still lost within other areas. This Pharaoh's tomb was massive, a veritable labyrinth. That a dozen of them had managed to gather here together was already something of a miracle.
As they rushed into the hall, their eyes immediately locked onto Yi Tianxing and his two companions. A flicker of caution passed through their gazes. Anyone who had made it here couldn't be weak.
"Humans!!"
The leader of the group was a three-eyed being, a powerhouse of the Three-Eyed Clan. He wore a rune-armored suit that shimmered with silvery white runic light. Countless runes flickered across the armor, clearly far superior to the standard-issue rune armor Yi Tianxing had seen before.
The armor was silver-white, and runes had formed the image of a Black Tortoise (Xuanwu) on its surface—not merely decorative, but radiating a real aura akin to a Xuanwu beast. The armor enhanced the wearer's presence, and the third eye at the center of his brow occasionally flashed with lightning, giving off a formidable pressure.
"What a divine eye."Yi Tianxing's gaze narrowed slightly. He could sense that this divine eye likely contained a lightning-based divine power—lightning being the will of the heavens, innately suppressive to demons and spirits alike, and carrying a natural advantage against all beings.
"Three-Eyed Clan," Yi Tianxing replied calmly.
"How bold. We are of the Divine Three-Eyed Clan, and this is the Ninth Divine Son of Atlantis's Twelve Divine Sons—Tong Jiu. Be smart and move aside. The treasures here belong to us."
Behind Tong Jiu stood a female three-eyed cultivator, dressed in rune armor that accentuated her elegant figure and proud curves. A natural arrogance radiated from her—one born from the belief that her bloodline was inherently superior.
Just calling them the "Three-Eyed Clan" wasn't enough—they insisted on the title of "Divine." It was clear how deeply they revered their own bloodline.
"Ninth Divine Son, huh?"Yi Tianxing smiled but said nothing more.
He had killed these so-called "divine sons" before. Tong Twelve had died on the Divine-Demon Battlefield, and Tong Eight, who tried to provoke him at the Ling Mountain Banquet, had been blasted apart by a single arrow. Of course, Yi Tianxing suspected Tong Eight wasn't truly dead, since the Void-Piercing Divine Eye hadn't been recovered.
This Tong Jiu didn't intimidate him at all. If he pushed too far, Yi Tianxing wouldn't mind killing him too.
If he already shot the Eighth Divine Son, what difference did one more make?
"Look! There really is treasure here!"
"A mountain of gold, silver, and copper—it can't be ordinary metal, right?"
"Let's go check it out!"
Other foreign cultivators also noticed the three treasure mountains towering in the main hall. They were excited but also a little anxious. Ordinary gold, silver, and copper were useless to cultivators—they didn't aid cultivation and had no real value. They couldn't even function as currency.
However, given that these had been left behind by the Pharaoh King, they were unlikely to be ordinary.
Several cultivators rushed forward and approached the treasure mountains.
They saw that the mountains were entirely composed of golden, silver, and copper beans, each identical in size and shape.
One cultivator picked up a gold bean and examined it. Suddenly, the bean slipped from his hand and dropped. At the same time, a sharp cut appeared on his finger, oozing blood.
"So sharp! This isn't regular gold—this is Refined Gold (精金)!"
Ordinary gold had little use, but Refined Gold was different—it was a high-grade material for crafting weapons. Adding even a small amount of it into any divine weapon could greatly enhance its sharpness and durability. Refined Gold was usually extracted from gold ore veins, and the process was costly and inefficient.
To extract a single gold bean's worth of refined gold could take a ton of raw gold.
In the Great Yi Dynasty, one tael of Refined Gold was worth a thousand Eternal Coins.
Now, an entire mountain of such beans stood before them—this was a staggering fortune, beyond imagination.
⚠️ Refined Gold (精金) — A precious, razor-sharp metal used in crafting superior divine weapons.
"These silver beans… they're Mithril (秘银)! There's so much of it—this is a massive treasure hoard!"
One foreign cultivator let out a cry of astonishment in front of the silver mountain, his expression brimming with wild joy.
Mithril was one of the most highly revered materials in legends. It had incredible properties for channeling and amplifying true essence and magical power, making it a top-tier crafting material for magical artifacts. It was also said to have anti-magic and evil-repelling properties.
According to ancient tales, vampires feared silver and crosses. But the truth was, it wasn't ordinary silver they feared—it was mithril.
An entire mountain of mithril beans—this was priceless. Just the thought of it made hearts race. Everyone desperately wanted to possess it.
⚠️ Mithril (秘银) — A rare treasure that boosts magical power, repels evil, and is a top-tier material for artifact crafting.
"Such a treasure… If we forge rune armor from mithril, it will become the most elite battle gear possible!"
Tong Jiu's eyes lit up with excitement. This was perfect for enhancing divine powers and spells. Mithril was extremely rare, and even mining it yielded very little. That only made it more valuable.
"Mithril is amazing. You don't even need to use much—just a little can transform a divine weapon. Its value is immeasurable," Yi Tianxing quietly praised.
The Pharaoh's collection truly lived up to its name. Just this sample revealed the sheer wealth he once held—wealth that could rival entire nations.
"The copper mountain is also incredible—it's made of Sun Copper (阳铜)! This material is just as precious as Refined Gold and Mithril!"
A foreign cultivator gasped in awe.
Sun Copper was said to be born from absorbing the purest, most masculine energies of heaven and earth. The legendary Xuanyuan Sword was supposedly forged from Sun Copper, and the famed Shou Mountain Copper was a variety of it.
Its value exceeded even that of mithril by a fraction.
⚠️ Sun Copper (阳铜) — A supreme-grade material infused with pure yang energy; used in forging legendary weapons.
These three treasure mountains were truly priceless.
Now that everyone had realized their value, the mood in the hall shifted. Dividing the loot—who gets what, and how much—would inevitably lead to conflict.
As always, treasure stirs desire. Bloodshed seemed inevitable.
"This divine son will take 40% of the treasure," Tong Jiu stepped forward and declared coldly, his tone brooking no argument.
Forty percent—he might as well be demanding half.
"Divine Son, that's a bit much. What makes you think you deserve so much?" another foreign cultivator sneered. Clearly, the demand had crossed a line.
"Are you seeking death?"The female three-eyed cultivator glared at him, her third eye flickering ominously, as though a deadly beam could fire at any moment.
Ding, ding, ding—
Several beans rolled off the treasure mountains and struck the floor, making crisp, musical sounds.
The tension in the room shifted. Everyone's eyes locked onto the falling beans.
A few cultivators ignored the conversation entirely and reached out to grab the treasure.
If someone was claiming 40%, then what rules were even left? First come, first served—that was the law.
Might makes right. That was the rule of this world.
"You dare break the rules? You're courting death!"
Tong Jiu's face darkened. He had already considered the treasure his. Now that someone dared touch it, his fury erupted.
The air grew even more charged.
From the side, Yi Tianxing and his companions watched quietly, their expressions bemused.
They hadn't moved.
Though the treasure was unimaginably valuable, none of them believed the Pharaoh King would have left it so easily accessible. Compared to the deadly traps they'd seen earlier, this setup felt suspiciously generous.
Yi Tianxing's instincts were sharp—he could sense that a dangerous aura pervaded the entire hall, as if at any moment, it could transform into a hellish killing field.