As Wang Baole was teleported to the imperial cemetery and felt that something was amiss, Xie Haiyang, who had helped Wang Baole complete the teleportation on the top floor of the Xie family's shop in the Starry Sky Market far away from the Divine Eye civilization's star system, picked up the teacup on the table. After taking a sip, a smile appeared on his face as he murmured to himself.
"Brother Baole, I, Xie Haiyang, am a very reliable person … The 3,000 red crystals don't just cover information, opening the door, and teleportation … there's also timing!
"And timing … is the most valuable thing. Because your appearance at this moment will allow you to obtain a series of information and … change some things in the future.
"As your investor, I've already shown you enough sincerity!" Xie Haiyang put down his teacup and smiled.
At the same time, in the Divine Eye civilization's imperial cemetery, Wang Baole paused in midair. His eyes shone with a strange light as he once again sensed his surroundings.
"Could it be that I'm really the Son of Providence?" Wang Baole was silent for a moment as he surveyed his surroundings. In reality, Wang Baole didn't feel the slightest bit of repulsion that Xie Haiyang had mentioned previously.
It wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn't felt it. However, in his Divine Perception, all the plants and creatures around the imperial cemetery, including this world … seemed to have an indescribable sense of familiarity and warmth toward him.
For example … wherever he looked, the plants on the ground would immediately sway as if they were welcoming him. Another example was … when he stood in midair, the wind would automatically come to his feet to support him, as if it was worried that he would exhaust his Spirit Qi.
All of this caused Wang Baole's eyes to flicker slightly. Instantly, a guess appeared in his mind.
"Perhaps … it's because I cultivate the Demonic Eye Art? Is that why I'm considered to have the royal bloodline? Or perhaps … there's no such thing as a royal bloodline. Anyone who cultivates the Demonic Eye Art meets the requirements? "Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He felt that there was a certain possibility that this guess was correct.
"But why do I still feel that there's something strange about this …" As he muttered to himself, a look of suspicion appeared in Wang Baole's eyes. After muttering to himself for a moment, he swayed his body and landed among the plants on the ground below. Looking at the swaying plants around him, Wang Baole's gaze fell on the trees around him. Finally, he walked toward a Big Tree bearing many small fruits. He stood in front of it and suddenly spoke.
"It would be great if I could eat a bigger fruit."
As soon as he spoke, the fruit tree suddenly shook a few times. In an instant, all of the fruits withered. Only the fruit closest to Wang Baole didn't disappear. Instead, it grew rapidly. In the span of a few breaths, the fruit had grown from the size of a fingernail to the size of a fist.
This scene caused Wang Baole to involuntarily suck in a deep breath. "There really is a problem. Even if I cultivate the Demonic Eye Art, it shouldn't cause such a change in this place." A cold light flashed in the depths of Wang Baole's eyes. This abnormality had already caused him to be on high alert. He had a vague guess in his heart, but it only flashed in his mind for a moment before he hid it. He even hid his suspicions and suspicions. To a certain extent, he didn't even try to contain his thoughts, let alone his expression. Naturally, he didn't reveal anything either.
Instead, he coughed and let his heart fill with pride.
"It seems that I really am the Son of Providence." Wang Baole sighed. Inwardly, he felt very helpless. He had kept a very low profile, and yet, fate seemed to be secretly in love with him. In many places, he would unwittingly become the Son of Providence.
"Well … I guess I don't have the time limit of an incense stick to burn anymore …." Wang Baole rubbed his belly. Sighing, he blurred into motion. Aided by the wind beneath his feet, he shot forward with incredible speed, sending his divine sense out in all directions.
As of this moment, his thoughts were filled with pride, and he didn't have any misgivings. Even if someone tried to pry into his heart, they wouldn't be able to find any clues. However … the truth was that within Wang Baole's sea of consciousness, the Planet realm hand was being nourished by the Eternal Flame, and was ready to explode out at any moment.
That meant that deep in Wang Baole's heart … he was already on high alert!
This was a method that bordered on self-hypnosis. To a certain extent, it could be said that he was deceiving himself. Only then could he form such a state of vigilance in the depths of his heart without revealing his thoughts in the slightest. Instead, he gave off a sense of pride.
With this sense of pride, Wang Baole swaggered forward. The imperial mausoleum covered a large area, and even with Wang Baole's speed, it would take him half an incense stick's worth of time to cover it. However, not long after he left the mausoleum, Wang Baole paused again. His eyes shone with a strange light, and when he turned his head to the right, his figure blurred and disappeared without a trace.
About twenty breaths of time after his figure disappeared, seven or eight rainbows appeared in the sky in the direction Wang Baole had been looking at. These rainbows weren't very fast, and the ripples of cultivation they exuded were only Yuanying. They were dressed in luxurious clothes, and their expressions were arrogant. Faintly, the aura of the Divine Eye Art spread out from their bodies as they whizzed past the spot where Wang Baole had disappeared.
These seven or eight people didn't notice that as they flew past, a wisp of black fog appeared out of nowhere on the hair of the middle-aged cultivator at the very back of the group. It wrapped around his hair and burrowed into his ear. In the next instant, the man's body trembled, and the space around him distorted for a moment.
Naturally, this scene wasn't noticed by the cultivators in front of him. Therefore, no one knew that in that moment of distortion, Wang Baole had taken on the man's appearance, sealed him, and put him into his storage bag.
Along the way, he even completed a simple Soul Search.
"The royal family …" Wang Baole, who had taken on the form of a middle-aged cultivator, followed the people in front of him as they sped through the sky. His eyes flashed. Through the Soul Search, he knew that these people were members of the royal family. At the same time, he also knew why they were there and what they were going to do next.
"The current emperor of the Divine Eye Art wants to open the gates to the tomb, and all the royal cultivators are ordered to go there? Interesting. The timing that Xie Haiyang gave me is a little too good … "Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. Because the people he had Soul Searched didn't know much, Wang Baole only had a rough idea of what was going on. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He silently followed the group as they sped through the Imperial Mausoleum. After less than an hour, they arrived at the heart of the Imperial Mausoleum!
From a distance, Wang Baole saw a huge statue in the center of the mausoleum. The statue stood there, its head lowered as it looked down at the masses. Its face had no mouth or nose, only a huge eye!
Although it was made of stone, Wang Baole's Demonic Eye Art activated automatically the moment he saw the eye. After he suppressed it, he expressionlessly followed the cultivators in front of him as they approached the statue.
There … were already hundreds of cultivators gathered there.
These cultivators were clearly not from the same group. They were clearly separated into two groups. One group was in the periphery, and there were about thirty of them. They wore long, rainbow-colored robes and wore purple masks on their faces. Their auras were sharp and fierce, and they exuded a thick, murderous aura. Their cultivation levels were also shocking. Aside from the five Soul Conduit ripples, one of them was someone Wang Baole immediately recognized as a Spirit Immortal!
There was something special about these people, and that was that they all exuded a bloody aura. If one looked closely, they would see that each of them held a blood-red jade pendant in their hands!
The bloody aura exuded by the jade pendants seemed to be able to counteract the repulsive force of the mausoleum to a certain extent, causing no repulsive force to appear around them.
This scene caused Wang Baole to narrow his eyes, and he looked at the other group of people.
This group of people approached the statue. They were dressed extravagantly, and ripples of the Divine Eye Art rippled from their bodies. They were clearly members of the royal family, and four of them had the strongest ripples.
These four people were all old men. Three of them wore purple robes, and their cultivation levels seemed to be at the perfected stage of the Soul Conduit realm. Their eyes were cold as they stared at the only person who wore a yellow robe and a crown. He was dressed like an emperor.
"Brother, does that mean … you're not willing?" one of the three purple-robed old men asked coldly.
The moment he spoke, the emperor-like old man shuddered. His expression was weak and helpless. He looked at the three people beside him in fear and spoke bitterly.
"I've really done my best. It's not my wish that I can't open it … It's because my bloodline isn't thick enough. Even if you give me a new Bloodline Pill, it's useless."
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