10% Survival Rate

10% Survival Rate

"Royal Tomb!"

After Old Man Tianji's words hung in the air, an anxious silence settled over the group, their hearts beating loudly.

The Royal Tomb had appeared?

In Grand Xia, the Royal Tomb was a legend that had been passed down through the ages.

Since the ancient kingdom's fall, there had been no force powerful enough to reunite the fragmented Grand Xia. The Royal Tomb was said to be the burial place of the kingdom's past emperors, a sacred and mysterious location.

Even three thousand years ago, before the kingdom's demise, no one knew the secrets of the Royal Tomb. It was a place spoken of in legends, known to exist but hidden from all. Only the descendants of the royal bloodline would possess knowledge of its location.

So, when Old Man Tianji asked if the Royal Tomb had appeared today, it was clear that he had deduced something significant.

The Ouyang Ancestor and the others fixed their sharp gazes on the same direction as Old Man Tianji, which pointed toward the ancient kingdom of Grand Xia.

Ouyang Kuangsheng and his companions commanded the Seven Slaughters Puppets, capable of harnessing Ascendant-level powers. The source of such formidable puppets raised questions: could they be from the Royal Tomb?

"These seven puppet guardians appear to be fifth-ranked puppets. If all seven controllers were at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, their combined power when merged would be amplified significantly, though it requires unity of heart among them. Such a condition could be challenging to fulfill," Old Man Tianji commented, casting a look at Di Tian and the other six. These seven friends had achieved the unique state of seven hearts as one, bonded by their friendship with Qin Wentian.

"Bzzz!" A strong gust of wind swept in as the Ouyang Ancestor's figure flickered, shouting, "Members of the Ouyang Clan, follow me."

The Ouyang Aristocrat Clan swiftly departed, following their ancestor and racing toward the ancient kingdom of Grand Xia.

Old Man Tianji shook his head slightly, and Yun Mengyi calmly watched the Ouyang Clan's departure. She remarked, "The Ouyang Ancestor is truly a cunning individual, as expected of an ancient monster with over a thousand years of experience. However, gaining entry to the Royal Tomb can't be as simple as it seems. The chances of survival are merely 10%, with numerous unknown variables at play."

"Fortune favors the lucky and leaves the unlucky behind," Old Man Tianji replied with a smile, continuing, "With a descendant of ancient Grand Xia leading the way, the survival rate will undoubtedly change. To be precise, it should become a guaranteed 100% survival rate, don't you think?"

Yun Mengyi sighed inwardly as she glanced at the unconscious Qin Wentian. It seemed that Qin Wentian was not destined to enter the Royal Tomb. Today was their only opportunity, and once the news spread, various transcendent powers would undoubtedly send their experts to guard the entrance and unravel its secrets. They wouldn't have another chance to enter.

"Let's not waste any more time," Yun Mengyi declared, vanishing from sight. Ouyang Kuangsheng and his companions followed suit.

Di Tian, Qin Wentian's other self, had no reservations. Although one of his bodies would venture into a perilous location, he had another outside. These two true selves shared thoughts and experiences. With one entering the Royal Tomb, the benefits gained would naturally be shared between them. This was the miraculous advantage bestowed by the Great Nirvana Art.

The Great Nirvana Immortal Art enabled a cultivator to possess two true selves, each following a different path and cultivating different Mandates. Yet, the insights and experiences of each would be shared between them, making it a heaven-defying technique.

"Bai Qing, come with us as well," Di Tian turned to Bai Qing, his eyes carrying a hint of concern.

"Yes, Bai Qing, join us," urged the leader of the Mystic Moon Sect, adding her approval. Bai Qing, her eyes filled with worry as she glanced at the unconscious Qin Wentian, heard Qing`er reassure her. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

"Thank you," Bai Qing softly expressed her gratitude. With that, she too vanished, following the rest of Qin Wentian's companions toward the ancient kingdom.

Meanwhile, the Great Solar Chen Clan of Ginkou lay in ruins. Fairy Qingmei and the Mystic Moon Hall's leader stood side by side, discussing their future. "Today's victory was due to luck. However, I believe that from now on, our sects will face numerous threats in Grand Xia. Transcendent powers like the Hua Clan, Pill Emperor Hall, and Wang Clan won't spare us."

"Qin Wentian never intended to establish his own sect right away. That's why his followers from the Azure Faction and mine from the Celestial Lake Palace wear masks. Their identities are concealed, allowing them to blend in with the crowd. In the vastness of Grand Xia, it's unlikely anyone can find them if they don't wish to be found," Fairy Qingmei explained.

"But the Pill Emperor Hall won't waste time; they'll undoubtedly target key figures like you and Qin Wentian," she added.

"Indeed, the Mystic Moon Sect is likely to face extreme danger from now on," Fairy Qingmei acknowledged with a somber tone.

The Mystic Moon Sect leader nodded and suggested, "Our sect is based in the Spirit Continent. After today, we will surely be targeted by many factions. Qingmei, I've decided to follow your example and have my Mystic Moon Sect roam Grand Xia, concealing our identity. How about we form an alliance?"

"That would be for the best," Fairy Qingmei agreed with a smile. "This force is answerable only to Qin Wentian. Regarding your sect, given the deep connection between Qin Wentian and Bai Qing, I don't need to say much more. Perhaps there's an opportunity for these two forces to merge."

The Mystic Moon Sect leader understood the implications in Fairy Qingmei's words and couldn't help but smile. "Maybe, in the future, there will be only one dominant power in all of Grand Xia."

Fairy Qingmei's eyes glinted with determination upon hearing this. She had considered this possibility before, but the future they spoke of was still quite distant.

The Great Solar Chen Clan of Ginkou, an ancient family, once held an extensive territory and dominated Grand Xia's peak for thousands of years. They were one of the mightiest transcendent powers, attracting countless admirers.

However, at this moment, several figures gazed towards the remnants of the Chen Clan. High in the air, a black-robed elder exuded an intense, murderous aura. Surrounding her were Mystic Moon Sect experts. The remaining Chen Clan members had heard the news and were fleeing, leaving behind the wealth they had amassed, now ripe for plunder.

"A powerful clan reduced to ashes in a single day. How tragic, how pitiful," sighed onlookers nearby. They had never imagined that the day of the Heavenly Fate Rankings would coincide with the downfall of the Great Solar Chen Clan.

The once-mighty Chen Clan commanded respect with their imposing presence, adorned in lavish attire and armed with formidable weaponry. Now, they had become a fleeting memory in Grand Xia's history, vanishing like the wind.

"The victors become kings, the losers face vilification. It has been this way throughout history. How could an all-out war be so simple? A single wrong step spells complete destruction," another person reflected. In all of Grand Xia, factions hesitated to engage in all-out war. Once declared, neither side would stop until one was obliterated, leaving no seeds for future revenge. This was why the Great Solar Chen Clan had been ruthless and unrelenting toward the Mystic Moon Sect; an all-out war had already ignited between them. Yet the Chen Clan never expected that they wouldn't emerge victorious.

In a remote inn, far removed from the chaos surrounding the Chen Clan, a figure draped in dragon robes stood in silence. His gaze pierced through the distance, fixed upon the location of the now-ruined Chen Clan. His eyes, sharp as daggers, reflected an icy anger.

Within those eyes burned a ferocious fire of determination. He was among the few remnants of the Chen Clan who had narrowly escaped in the nick of time.

Opening his hand, he lowered his gaze. Clutched within his grasp was a mysterious, ancient medallion—an artifact of great significance, the Sacred Royal Medallion.

Every century, the Great Solar Chen Clan possessed only three of these medallions. One was awarded to Chen Fan, the second to Chen Wang, both of whom had tragically met their demise, their medallions now in the hands of others. The third was his, and he was its current bearer.

As for the medallion holders from a century ago, none, except for the youngest Ascendant from the Pill Emperor Hall, Jun Yu, returned. The others either perished in their pursuits or were too ashamed to face their clans upon their return, perhaps having been expelled.

At present, only seven of the original nine grand clans remained in Grand Xia. Every century, these grand clans received three Sacred Royal Medallions, yet receiving one did not guarantee greatness. The world was vast, filled with countless demon-level talents. In the brutal crucible of life-and-death battles, the survival rate among medallion holders was far from guaranteed.

However, each medallion represented a glimmer of hope. Throughout the ages, several Ascendants from the seven grand clans who held Sacred Royal Medallions in their youth returned, transformed into leaders of their respective clans.

Closing his fingers around the ancient medallion, he held it with determination, the sharpness in his eyes growing even more intense. He rose from his seat in the inn and embarked on his journey, continuing toward an unknown destination.

In stark contrast to the desolation surrounding the Chen Clan, the ancient kingdom teemed with life. News of recent events had spread like wildfire, drawing powerful figures from various transcendent powers already in Ginkou to the ancient kingdom.

Countless silhouettes congregated within the ancient kingdom, their collective focus directed at a single point in the center. There, a vast depression had formed, revealing a majestic sight hidden beneath.

Legends referred to these subterranean palaces by another name—the tomb of the ancient kingdom, where the royal emperors found their eternal rest.

Guarding the entrance to the Royal Tomb stood a colossal vermilion bird totem. Its gaping beak marked the gateway to the Royal Tomb, but no one dared to step forward casually.

As the Royal Tomb of Ancient Grand Xia, it was understood that it would be riddled with traps, designed to deter intruders and protect the peace of those laid to rest within. Danger lurked around every corner, with only a 10% chance of survival for those daring enough to venture inside.

"Look, the experts from the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, Jiang Clan, Shi Clan, and Venerate Heavens Sect have all made their swift arrival." A murmured comment broke the silence outside the Royal Tomb, where a line of figures had gathered. These individuals represented various transcendent powers within Grand Xia.

A sudden gust of wind stirred the air as seven or eight figures descended from above. They brought with them formidable-looking puppets and appeared exceptionally youthful. None other than Di Tian and his companions had arrived.

"These puppets, when combined, can rival a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant's power. They put up quite the fight against the Chen Clan's clan lord and Jun Yu over at the Venerate Heavens Sect. Clearly, they possess remarkable strength."

"That man in the center is Di Tian, the one who co-leads the Azure Faction with Qin Wentian. He cultivates the same innate techniques as Qin Wentian and seems to be well-versed in the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation. It was largely because of him that the Ascendants from the Pill Emperor Hall finally decided to withdraw."

"He's making a grand entrance, just like Qin Wentian did. Another demon-level talent has appeared in Grand Xia. Qin Wentian, the Heavenly Fate Rankings' top contender, killed the Chen Ancestor with a single strike, etching a new chapter in Grand Xia's history. His power is simply terrifying."

The crowd's discussion buzzed with admiration. Both the Pill Emperor Hall and the Chen Clan had provoked Qin Wentian, and the outcome was evident. The Pill Emperor Hall had fractured, while the Chen Clan had suffered total annihilation.

It seemed that crossing paths with this man was an invitation for his formidable wrath.