Chapter 314: Shou Yang Tomb

Night fell over the Changbai Mountain Heavenly Lake.

A five-colored streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky above.

The water in the lake reflected the brilliant scene above, creating a mirror image of the night sky.

The five-colored lights were only around for about a dozen seconds, but almost all the cultivators around the Changbai Mountain ranges were attracted to the scene.

An Lin and the others didn’t really take too much notice of it. All they had to do was just wait within the defensive formation for the tomb to open.

Many powerful cultivators from all sides were gathering nearby and dark shadows surged through the forest to herald their arrival. The atmosphere became especially grave and tense; it appeared a battle was just around the corner. As soon as something substantial appeared, everything would probably descend into a free-for-all battle.

Tian Lingling and Liu Qianhuan were already in battle.

They were playing a new game called League of Valor where Tian Lingling boasted a diamond rank account. She then proceeded to getting the crap beaten out of her by Liu Qianhuan.

Why did she continue to play on, you asked?

Because there was money to be earned!

One hundred spirit stones per two hours of gameplay! Only an idiot would refuse!

Of course, what she didn’t know was, Liu Qianhuan had paid a thousand spirit stones per two hours to An Lin back in The United University of Cultivation…

But that didn’t matter, Tian Lingling didn’t know about that anyway, so she was still playing quite happily despite being destroyed.

Liu Qianhuan was also playing quite happily.

Everyone was happy; it was a win-win situation.

On a mountain next to the Heavenly Lake, there was a pair of crimson eyes emanating a dangerous aura peering out from between the trees.

The owner of those eyes was an extremely handsome man by the name of Duke. He was a supreme Blood God and was one of the most powerful beings in the west Blood Tribe. However, he was not in an extremely disheveled and sorry state. His clothes and red robes hung off like ribbons, giving him the appearance of a beggar on the streets.

“Howl…”

The sound of a wolf’s howl sounded at this moment from a mountain in the distance. The howl seemed to be imbued with boundless power as it reverberated throughout the mountains nearby.

“Master Duke, the Dark Wolf Tribe is taunting us!” a man in a red robe spoke through gritted teeth.

Duke looked up toward the source of the howl, and a flash of bloodlust flitted across his eyes before quickly melting away.

The leader of the Dark Wolf Tribe this time was extremely powerful; he was absolutely no match for it in their battle. He was quickly defeated during the battle on the Changbai Mountain ranges and were chased for a full fifteen kilometers…

“We have to prioritize the rare treasures first, as for the Dark Wolf Tribe… they’ll pay for this!” Duke replied coldly.

At the same time, An Lin and the others also heard the howl of the wolf.

The howl seemed to be imbued with an extremely strong sense of bloodlust and rage as if it was an open threat delivered to all the cultivators near the Heavenly Lake.

Tian Lingling’s feature pales in fear as she involuntarily sidled up to An Lin slightly.

“Wow, whose wolf is this? It’s so loud!” Liu Qianhuan remarked in amazement.

“Loud? Even my dog is louder than this,” An Lin replied with a scornful expression.

“What’s it doing making such a ruckus at night? We’re trying to meditate here.” Xu Xiaolan yawned.

“It’s probably a mating cry, how annoying,” Tang Ximen chimed in.

Tian Lingling: “… Why are you all so calm? With such a powerful howl, that wolf is probably Soul Formation Stage.”

A warm smile appeared on Xuanyuan Cheng’s face. “Little Sister Tian, is the wolf scaring you? Should I kill it for you?”

“Forget about it, Big Brother Cheng, Little Loli is scared of everything. Even a snake can frighten her, so it would be impossible to kill everything she fears.” An Lin waved his hand. “Let’s just settle down here until the tomb opens.”

An enraged blush appeared on Tian Lingling’s intricate features, but she had no rebuttal to An Lin’s words. Only after a long while did she manage to force out a response, “Lies! I wasn’t even scared by White Spirit Snake!”

An Lin: “…”

Xuanyuan Cheng: “…”

What the f*ck… Aside from having the word “snake” in her name, did White Spirit Snake share any other similarities to an actual snake?!

If you were actually scared by just a Dao title alone, it was probably time to kill yourself!

After the howl erupted through the forest, there were no other sounds around the Heavenly Lake.

Everyone was laying in the shadows as they waited silently.

The sun began to rise up over the horizon, and a glimmer of golden sunlight shone upon the Heavenly Lake, tinting the water gold.

A light breeze imbued with rich vital energy blew past, effectively revitalizing everyone.

An Lin and the others all began to grow a lot more serious.

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After all, this was the time that the Heavenly Court had predicted for the opening of the Shou Yang Tomb.

Wind and clouds began to surge in the sky above.

Countless air bubbles suddenly appeared on the once placid surface of the lake. At the same time, all the vital energy between heaven and earth suddenly began to gather toward the center of the Heavenly Lake!

Everyone stood up at this moment. These were signs that a spatial rift was about to open!

“Ruins, it’s a set of interdimensional ruins!”

A cultivator in the forest suddenly began to yell excitedly.

Not only him, but everyone also began to set forth into motion.

Countless figures began to appear from various hiding places in the forestry.

Some people had even gathered right by the Heavenly Lake, in fear that they would be left behind by everyone else.

It had been many years since an interdimensional set of ruins appeared on Earth. This was undoubtedly a massive treasure trove!

Boom!

The mountains around the lake began to tremble as huge waves were whipped up on the surface of the water itself.

The vital energy formed a dense pillar of energy and extended up toward the sky.

Crack…

It was as if something had broken, and a white door of around thirty feet in size suddenly appeared above the center of the lake.

Instantly, heavenly music sounded and five-colored divine lights appeared in the sky!

This was a spatial door!

Almost all the powerful beings around the area exploded into action.

Blood God, Dark Wolf God, Peak Jonin, Hua Nation cultivators, hidden sorcerers, DNA warriors…

A series of powerful aura exploded forth and charged toward the spatial gate!

Only An Lin’s team were standing off to the side as if they wanted to verify something.

The quickest to reach the gate were a crimson streak and a black streak. They reached the gate almost simultaneously.

“P*ss off, dirty Blood Tribe scum!”

The Dark Wolf God whipped up black gale-force winds with its claws which were imbued with the power of death. Blood God Duke was forced to stop in his tracks and make a retreat.

“Haha, see ya later, sucker!”

A triumphant expression appeared on the Dark Wolf God’s face as he charged headfirst toward the spatial door.

Boom!

A huge noise erupted, whipping up waves on the surface of the lake.

The Dark Wolf God fell into the lake in a spell of dizziness. “Holy f*ck! What the hell was that?!”

It felt like its head had collided with some indestructible barrier. He had too much momentum, and now he felt as if the whole world was spinning in circles around him.

“Hahaha… idiot!”

Duke chortled with mirth and charged toward the spatial gate with his crimson spear in hand.

Boom!

He stabbed his crimson spear toward the spatial gate with unstoppable force.

However, he was met with immense backlash which immediately knocked him back over a hundred meters as blood rolled down the corner of his mouth.

“What’s going on?”

“Is the spatial gate inaccessible?”

All the people behind the Dark Wolf God and the Blood God had shock written on their faces.

“Perhaps there’s a cultivation base restriction, let me try!”

A fatso cultivator charged toward the spatial gate with a sword in hand. The fierce power of his sword intent even parted the lake water beneath him.

He was the talisman prodigy of the Qing Immortal Sect, a cultivator of Spirit Nurturing Final Stage cultivation base.

Boom!

Another loud boom erupted and the fatso’s body planted itself firmly against the spatial door as his longsword fell from his grasp into the river, creating an extremely pitiful sight.

An Lin smiled lightly. “So the spatial gate really is inaccessible to anyone else.”

“It’s our turn now!”