In truth, constructing a fake tomb wasn't something Xiao Yan had come up with on a whim. Back in his previous life, he had already conceived of the idea. He just never had the chance to carry it out. In this life, however, he finally found a use for it—just in a different way than originally intended.
In his past life, Xiao Yan had explored countless ruins and ancient dwellings—he had dug up more tombs than he could count. What left a lasting impression on him was how the corpses of so-called Dou Sheng experts were always fought over like commodities, often ending up scattered and incomplete. It made him worry—if he were to die one day, would his own fate be the same?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He had spent his entire life looting the dead—if the tables were turned, he absolutely couldn't accept being looted himself. And when he thought about all the treasures he had painstakingly collected, the Dou Techniques and Qi Methods he had nearly died to create—why should he leave them for others?
Thus, he made up his mind. One day, when he had time, he would build an unprecedented, luxurious tomb. Then, just before his death, he would leak the news and make sure the entire continent knew about it. To open the tomb, four keys would be required—keys that he would hide in the furthest corners of the world.
Inside the tomb, he would install layer upon layer of deadly traps and twisted trials, using every insidious method he could think of. Along the way, he would scatter some lavish-looking trash to lure them in. He'd even draw up hundreds of treasure maps and distribute them, claiming that all his treasures were inside the coffin. And just before the coffin, there would be a stone stele inscribed with this:
"To open the coffin, a blood sacrifice is required."
And when they finally opened the coffin, after all their effort, they would find one last heartfelt message from the Demonic Wrath Saint:
"Friendship is the greatest treasure of all."
This utterly immoral scheme, which would surely have people cursing him to the grave, was something Xiao Yan hadn't been able to pull off in his past life—mainly because, even as he searched for his final resting place, his death was still a long way off. Yet, in this life, he had actually managed to implement a version of it. Though time was tight and the execution rushed, the plan worked well enough to fool many—if not flawlessly.
As for the so-called Fire Flood Saint, he wasn't entirely made up. He had existed in the history of the Dou Qi Continent—but he certainly hadn't been as legendary as the rumors claimed. In truth, he was just an average Dou Sheng. The rest of his "glorious exploits" were nothing more than exaggerated hearsay that eventually inflated him to near-Dou Di status.
So how did Xiao Yan know details even the ancient clans didn't? Simple—because in his past life, he was one of the grave robbers who had dug up the Fire Flood Saint's tomb. And that tomb? It had already been looted dozens of times. There was practically nothing valuable left. It was so unremarkable that most didn't even realize the tomb had long been opened.
Using the Fire Flood Saint's name and combining it with his own setup, Xiao Yan created what was, to the ancient clans, a near-perfect deception. And now, it was time for him to reap the rewards.
Placing his hand on Yao Xingji's head, Xiao Yan activated Black Dragon Devours Spirit Hand. A terrifying devouring force erupted with brutal force, extracting the Nine Nether Illusion Flame from Yao Xingji's body. But it wasn't just the Heavenly Flame—his bloodline and soul were devoured as well.
"Kekeke… As expected of a member of the Yao Clan. Such soul essence—what a delicacy." Xiao Yan smiled as he devoured Yao Xingji's soul. Because of their Dou Di bloodline, members of the Yao Clan possessed slightly mutated souls—this was precisely what made them so suited to becoming alchemists. And such a mutated soul, when devoured directly, was one of the most nourishing soul tonics in existence.
Previously, no one had possessed the power to do such a thing. And even those who did wouldn't dare target the Yao Clan because of its influence. But Xiao Yan was different. Yao Xingji's soul had already reached the Spirit Rank. Even for Xiao Yan, devouring it offered considerable enhancement. There was no way he would pass up such a feast.
"You… what did you do to Yao Xingji?!" Yao Tian and the others couldn't help but ask as they saw Yao Xingji's body collapse.
"Isn't it obvious?" Xiao Yan casually tossed Yao Xingji's corpse to the ground like garbage and smiled. "I ate him, of course."
"You bastard! Our Yao Clan will never forgive you!"
"You'll have to survive first," Xiao Yan grinned as he turned toward Huo Zhi. "Little girl, are you wondering why your spatial jade slips aren't working?"
Huo Zhi's expression shifted. She had already sensed something was wrong when Xiao Yan extracted the Nine Nether Illusion Flame. She had quietly crushed her jade slip, but no spatial portal had formed—and she hadn't sensed even the slightest spatial fluctuation.
This only happened if space was sealed. But… how could that be possible? This so-called tomb was a separate space. To block it off entirely would require incredible power. The jade slips in their hands were gifts from their elders. Even a spatial seal laid down by an ordinary Dou Sheng could be torn open with them. How could he block them? Judging by his aura, he hadn't even reached the Half-Saint level.
Indeed, on the surface, Xiao Yan's cultivation was only at the Dou Zun level. Though he was well-versed in space manipulation, he shouldn't have had the power to block a Dou Sheng-level spatial escape.
But Xiao Yan had come prepared.
He hadn't used any spatial lock formations—he didn't need to. Instead, he used Black Dragon Devours Spirit Hand to devour the entire space itself. He had learned this technique from Void Swallowing Flame. In his past life, the Hun Clan would use the Void Swallowing Flame to destroy entire clan spaces during their wars—by devouring the very space itself, escape became impossible.
Xiao Yan had mimicked this method. Of course, he wasn't yet capable of isolating large clan spaces like the Void Swallowing Flame had, but a small artificial space like this? That was well within his capabilities.
After all, this space was created by him.
Or more accurately, it was a subspace formed within the black hole generated by Black Dragon Devours Spirit Hand. Only he could manipulate the spatial laws within it.
Previously, this feat wouldn't have been possible for Xiao Yan either. But after he absorbed the souls of those four fierce beasts in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, one of which was a black dragon, his control and power over this technique had greatly increased—enough to carry out this crucial step.
Now, as he watched Huo Zhi and the others grow pale, Xiao Yan slowly stepped forward.
"Now then… let the hunt begin."
(End of Chapter)
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