The Divine Roc's huge eyes stared at Ye Futian. He had sensed many things in the brief confrontation just now.
Moreover, Ye Futian was right. The opening of the Gods' Relic was the beginning of the Era of Great Battles. Would this be a reincarnation of the Heavenly Path?
"Let's go in."
The elderly figure said. The Divine Roc actually made way for Ye Futian. The surrounding cultivators were all shocked.
The Divine Roc had compromised and allowed Ye Futian to enter the relic.
Did this mean that Ye Futian had gained its approval?
"Thank you, senior," Ye Futian said. Then, he turned around and looked at Celestial Lord Chen and the others. "They are all my good friends."
"Let's go in together," the Divine Roc said. He understood Ye Futian's meaning. His gaze fell on a few figures. Some of them were like him. Their original forms were demonic beasts that had transformed into human forms.
Ye Futian bowed slightly. Then, he led the others past the Divine Roc and towards the ancient relic that he was guarding.
The relic had been buried by the wind and sand. It emanated an ancient aura. The dilapidated Divine Palace had stood in the Tombs of the Gods for countless years but had not been corroded. Ye Futian and the others walked forward towards the door of the Divine Palace below. He reached out and pushed it open.
The door was extremely heavy. Ye Futian used a great deal of strength to push it open. From within the Divine Palace, an ancient aura permeated the air. They took a deep breath and stepped inside, but they were still somewhat vigilant.
Although the Divine Roc had let them in, they could not completely let down their guard. Anything could happen in the Tombs of the Gods.
Outside, many cultivators' wills went in that direction, but they were all blocked outside. They watched as Ye Futian and the others disappeared. Their expressions kept changing. At that moment, a huge figure appeared in their field of vision. It was the Divine Roc. Once again, it blocked outside the ancient relic, guarding it.
"You can leave now." The Divine Roc's huge eyes swept across the crowd. He let them leave. This relic already had an owner.
The cultivators stared at the Divine Roc. Although they wanted to go in, the previous battle had made them understand that they could not break through the Divine Roc's protection. There was no point in continuing to fight. Even if they did break through, they would not be able to defeat Ye Futian with the Sky Shaking Divine Hammer.
It seemed like he could only give up.
Some people made a prompt decision to leave. There were many ruins in the Tomb of the Gods, and since this place didn't belong to them, they might as well go elsewhere to search for lucky chances.
As the silhouettes streaked across the sky, the cultivators in this space quickly disappeared. They had all given up on leaving this place. However, there were still people who came to this place one after another. Without exception, no one could break through the defense of the divine roc. Most of them were taught a lesson, and some even died here.
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Ye Futian and the others entered the ancient temple. There was another space inside the temple, which seemed to be an inner world. However, in this space, there were ruins everywhere, but there was an extremely powerful aura in the air, with a terrifying demonic aura.
"This is a Yao Immortal Realm." He was a little shocked. The Divine Hall guarded by the Divine Roc was a Demon God Hall. The master of this place was very likely to be a Demon Emperor.
"So many corpses." They looked at the corpses of the great demons on the ground. They were like statues that had lost all signs of life.
"Isn't the war that erupted in the Ancient Era a little too terrifying? How did the Divine Roc survive?" Ye Futian thought to himself. To be able to survive in this destroyed world, the Divine Roc must have been extremely lucky and managed to keep his life.
The Tomb of the Gods, the ancient continent, was known as the Dusk of the Gods. The Great Emperor had fallen, and the Heavenly Path had collapsed. The cultivators of that era had encountered a catastrophe.
"Up ahead!"
Someone said as they walked forward. Over there, there was an astonishing might enveloping this world. Ye Futian and the others continued forward. In this world, a Demon God Mountain appeared. Many statues of great demons were erected here.
However, at the peak of the Demon God Mountain, there were no figures of Demon Emperors, nor were there any statues of great demons.
Over there, there was a stalk of grass.
The jade-green grass seemed to be the only thing that contained life in this world. The pressure had actually come from the grass. It seemed that the Divine Peng had borrowed the Emperor's might in the divine hall from the power of the grass as well, allowing it to unleash an unparalleled Emperor's might.
This stalk of grass was very small, swaying in the wind as though it would disappear with a light step. However, it was precisely this stalk of grass that exuded a shocking aura. It was like an emperor among plants, arrogant and noble, standing at the peak of the mountain, receiving the worship of the people of the world.
"This is a Demon Emperor?"
The people behind Ye Futian all had strange expressions on their faces. A stalk of grass actually became a Great Emperor?
In the Ancient Era, the era of the Gods, what kind of glorious era was that exactly? Now, they could no longer imagine it.
However, in the entire broken world, there was only one stalk of grass that contained life. In fact, Ye Futian suspected that the Divine Roc was alive. It might have been because of this stalk of grass that the Divine Roc was able to survive. How strong was its life force?
Eternal and imperishable, standing tall in this ancient world, waiting for the fated one to appear.
"It could also be a transformation of the Demon Emperor," someone said. Some people did not believe that a stalk of grass could become a Great Emperor. Although all living things had spirits, even ritual implements and divine weapons could develop spiritual consciousness, and grass and trees originally had spirits, to say that a stalk of grass could become a Great Emperor and rule over tens of thousands of demons was still somewhat unbelievable.
"The aura emanating from this stalk of grass is that of the Lord of All Demons. These dead demons all appeared here in their original forms, so it should be the same for the Demon Emperor. Maybe his original form is really a stalk of grass," Ye Futian said.
His eyes became demonic as he looked at the stalk of grass. Suddenly, the world in front of him seemed to change, and he saw an extremely shocking scene.
In the illusory scene, the stalk of grass was not a small stalk of grass, but extremely long. With a casual wave, it seemed to transform into the sharpest blade in the world, cutting through the heavens and the earth.
He also faintly saw a humanoid figure with unparalleled elegance. He ruled over tens of thousands of demons and stood at the peak of the Domain Divine Mountain. With a flash, he could cross a world. His movements were unparalleled, like the Divine Roc, as if he had cultivated the most powerful demonic techniques.
Ye Futian sensed all this, and his heart was slightly shaken. After a long time, he withdrew from that feeling, looked at the crowd, and said, "This should be right. This stalk of grass was transformed when the Great Emperor died. Perhaps it retained a trace of vitality and existed here forever. If any of you can inherit it, you will be able to obtain the inheritance of a Great Emperor."
Of course, he himself was the most likely person to succeed. After all, as a relic killer, it was difficult for anyone to surpass him in competing for the inheritance.
However, he already had many. Now, he naturally had to think about his companions.
The future of Ziwei Imperial Palace belonged to everyone, not just him.
When the crowd heard Ye Futian's words, they naturally understood his intentions. Ye Futian had opened the way for everyone and defeated the guardian Divine Roc, but he did not intend to inherit the inheritance here. Instead, he wanted them to comprehend it. Everyone was impressed by his boldness.
After all, who would complain about having more of the Great Emperor's inheritance?
The crowd did not stand on ceremony. They all sat cross-legged and looked at the stalk of grass at the peak of the mountain, quietly comprehending and cultivating.
Ye Futian gave the opportunity to them. For everyone, the opportunity was equal. It was up to them to comprehend it themselves. Whoever comprehended it first would obtain it. There was no need to fight over it. In the cultivation environment of Ziwei Imperial Palace, it was impossible for internal strife to occur.
Everyone cultivated in peace. Ye Futian looked at the broken space from the side, and his heart was a little uneasy. They had encountered the relics of the Great Emperor twice in a row. There must be more waiting for them.
With the current vision, it was impossible to imagine how powerful the ancient Era of Gods was.
Where would the appearance of the Tombs of the Gods lead the current world?
This was an opportunity, and it was also a crisis for many people. But after this, the cultivation world would certainly usher in a renaissance.
The changes of the world began in the Original Realm. How much could Ziwei Imperial Palace gain from this great opportunity?
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