Boom!
A massive influx of cosmic matter surged into the inaugural era.
It was like a shriveled old man’s skin slowly inflating, becoming full and round.
"Welco back, Great Ancestor!"
A group of Celestial Venerables from the Undying Dynasty slowly entered this Cosmic Era, wide-eyed as they beheld everything within.
This was an unprecedented grand tomb.
The universe was an endless expanse of black earth, with star-shaped rectangular blocks rising like tombstones on the land—these were stellar tombstones.
The Milky Way spiraled, flowing toward distant stars across the shore.
Majestic and exquisite creations, delicate palaces, towered on the ground, with golden suns serving as luminous pearls, illuminating the brilliance of the tombs,
in opulent splendor.
Dazzling and magnificent.
They stood agape at the sight.
The entire universe consisted of artificial constructs, endless artisans’ work, filled with ticulously crafted burial goods, works of art, breathtakingly beautiful and extravagantly luxurious.
"This is too outrageous."
One Emperor murmured: "People say I’m senile, indulging in construction, creating oceans of wine and forests of at, competing for the world’s beauties, building my mausoleum after death for so fun... but the founding ancestor did so much more."
"Indeed, our Undying Dynasty thrives on burial culture, with Monarchs of all Cosmic Dynasties keen on building tombs, but we never imagined that our Great Ancestor would be the grandest of all."
They were shocked as they watched this,
yet felt embarrassed to say: The Great Ancestor was the most decadent, the greatest tyrant.
The level of extravagance, the waste of resources, was terrifying.
Every living being of this era was his laborer! A slave!
Countless people unknown perished, crying on his thousands of miles of walls, innurable artisans buried alive in ancient tombs!
Anyone could tell, here it wasn’t the power of Celestial Venerable that prevailed.
The statues and palaces here were refined to the milliter; even though Saints and Celestial Venerables could build massive creations, this fine level was likely crafted by countless mortals from Tier Three to Six independently.
It was very possible that for the entire era, every being born was arranged for a life of craftsmanship.
The aning of existence for the people of this era: perhaps just to beco part of the billion intricate decorations for this Cosmic Emperor.
"There are exquisite chanisms here too, our Undying Dynasty’s geomancy and burial studies are at their peak."
The Forbidden Destruction Celestial Venerable stood still, patiently introducing, "This is an academic matter: when cosmic matter floods in, how should it reasonably flow to quickly resurrect us—it’s all about geomancy and burial studies."
"There’s no need to worry, our ancestor sent away before dying, although I never witnessed the tomb’s chanisms, there must be enemy invasion sensors, we must already be detected, just need to wait, soone will greet us."
The group marveled at these words, respects overflowing.
Waiting quietly on the spot, very soon soone approached them.
"Esteed guests, please follow us."
They were led to a splendid palace, where an instrunt began scanning them.
Everyone was quickly scanned.
The official looked and said, "It is indeed the Prince of Destruction, his soul unchanged, untampered with."
This was their thod,
to prevent impersonation, or unexpected possession.
Yet a soul is a unique cosmic imprint, indelible.
In this regard, Undying Dynasty’s soul research reached its pinnacle, naturally, none could fool them.
The Forbidden Destruction Celestial Venerable present was indeed himself...
his soul.
After all, they were ancient beings, how could they know, certain future rules were special.
"Esteed guests, the World Honored One has awakened, please go see them."
The official led the way.
Soon, they bypassed layers of chanisms in awe, "These devices could ambush Celestial Venerables like us!"
The entire universe had beco a tomb, the forty-nine Celestial Venerables’ rules appeared embedded here, and these tomb chanisms could now threaten Celestial Venerables!
Why?
Because this tomb was crafted as an entire universe.
Here lay the original cosmic shell, yet more complete, more terrifying—the Emperor’s Tomb shell.
With constant astonishnt, these descendants finally entered a magnificent palace and saw the legendary Emperor sitting above, terrifyingly wise and simultaneously at his pri: the ultimate original existence.
Rumble!
Black light flashed.
Dark rivers surged across the sky, enveloping the imperial throne.
A vast, majestic aura flooded forth.
It gave an overwhelming, howling wind sensation; it seed the source of all cosmic life souls, a direct encounter invoked unimaginable awe.
"Prince of Destruction, you’ve returned."
A majestic voice resounded from the throne, ancient and stern, from the brink of life and death, "According to the newly awakened Celestial Secret Hall, ssages state, the ultimate universe has begun rging, inform of future cosmic dynasty histories, the greatest rivals of eras, present situations!"
Even with terrifying wisdom, absorbing the souls of universal life,
yet he could only covet a corner of the cosmic entirety, smuggling into the future through cosmic shedding was already incredible, naturally impossible to know the full details.
"Father-Emperor, the current universe is divided into three phases: Undying Dynasty, Taiyuan Dynasty, Oath Dynasty..."
The Forbidden Destruction Celestial Venerable began elaborating earnestly, explaining with the other Celestial Venerables while silently closing in on the high throne.
Suddenly,
crack!
They collectively lashed out, attacking the Immortal Venerable high above.
Boom! Layers of Dao Rhys blossod.
"How could you!!?"
Sitting on the imperial throne, the Immortal Venerable’s voice held a tinge of surprise.
Simultaneously, as Celestial Venerables attacked from all sides, their voices gravely, eerily continued presenting the current major trends, "Father-Emperor, as per the three prophecies..."
They seed to beco puppets, utterly oblivious to their actions.
"My children, my monarch descendants...you dare such treason, patricide." From the imperial throne, the Immortal Venerable’s voice bood, echoing like a bell through space.
"How could we??"
They seed to awaken from a trance, finally seeing the truth, their expressions astounded,
crack.
In the palace’s corner,
a shadow had inexplicably already stood there.
Materializing from void, a young man in black suit elegantly combed his hair with a brush, leaning against the palace wall, "No, how is it treason? They’re filial, they obey their father’s words."
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