Chapter 55: Demon Emperor's Tomb

**Chapter 55: The Demon Emperor’s Tomb**

Several elders from the Spirit Void Holy Land moved to apprehend Pang Bo. From one elder’s body burst a red light, which transformed into a vast crimson net. Each strand of the net was crystalline, shimmering with a vivid red glow, as if forged from red agate, and it swept down towards Pang Bo.

At this moment, Pang Bo appeared lifeless, his face blank, only his eyes gleaming with a strange green light. He stretched out his hands, as if to prop up the heavens, attempting to tear apart the red net.

Another elder’s body radiated streams of purple light. A purple-gold Bagua mirror appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he directed its brilliant purple glow towards Pang Bo. The intense, dazzling light instantly enveloped Pang Bo, immobilizing him, as a misty purple aura swirled around him.

With a whoosh, the red net successfully descended, encasing Pang Bo and binding him securely. Elder Wu Qingfeng then stepped forward, his fingers held together like a sword, radiating light. He used his divine power to seal Pang Bo, rendering him completely immobile.

Pang Bo was Ye Fan’s primary concern. Seeing the elders apprehend him, and observing their calm demeanor, even a slight smile from one elder at the end, Ye Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, believing there would be no serious issues.

"Thump!" A dull sound reverberated from inside the volcano once more. This time, Ye Fan was prepared. He activated the profound techniques described in the Dao Scripture, and golden light points within his Sea of Bitterness immediately overflowed with strands of divine essence. These flowed towards his heart, instantly making him feel much better, unlike the unbearable pain he had experienced previously.

Ye Fan observed carefully, noting that all the super fierce birds and beasts involuntarily trembled a few times, and even the dozen or so elders from the Spirit Void Holy Land stiffened, all affected. This greatly surprised him. Having consumed the sacred fruit and drunk from the divine spring, he had indeed undergone a complete metamorphosis. Without comparing cultivation levels, or the Wheel of Life and Sea of Bitterness, in terms of his current physical body alone, he appeared to be not much weaker than these elders.

"Thump," "Thump," "Thump." Three more dull thuds followed in quick succession. Magma surged within the volcano, and streaks of scorching light shot high into the sky, turning the darkness of night into day.

At that moment, magma gurgled and flowed out from the volcanic crater. The resplendent ancient palace then directly floated to the surface, exuding a powerful aura of life.

On the volcano, the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land and its four Grand Elders all emanated light as they slowly advanced. Meanwhile, several great demons, who had assumed human forms, also stepped forward, undeterred by the surging magma. Their eyes were fixed on the ancient palace, and only when they reached the lip of the crater did they finally cast a glance at the human cultivators.

Among them, the burly man with scale-covered arms bellowed at the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land, "Humans, you are going too far! The primeval ruins were divided in two, and you already possess the Spirit Void Holy Land. Now you come to our territory to contend for an immortal treasure. Do you mean to provoke a conflict?"

Not far away, the three-meter-tall giant, sporting a pair of ox horns on his head, also roared with a deep voice, "If you wish for war, then by all means, try to lay a finger on this ancient palace!"

The Sect Master and the four Grand Elders of the Spirit Void Holy Land showed no fear. One of them stepped forward and declared, "These ruins were originally left behind by our human race. Now that a great treasure has appeared, it is perfectly reasonable for us to come here seeking opportunities. What is amiss with that?"

"This primeval ruin is our dwelling place; naturally, we cannot permit you to come here to seize treasures!" the girl with no arms, a pair of wings, and long golden hair coldly retorted. "If you insist on interfering, do not blame us for being impolite!"

"This is a ruin left by our human race. You are merely temporary residents here; how can you claim it as your own?" The Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land showed no fear. Though his words were calm, they exuded an intimidating aura.

"My Flood Dragon ancestors left word that this is not your human race's homeland at all. It was the imperial capital during the flourishing era of the demon race. Everything here has no relation to you whatsoever." The old flood dragon, with a single horn on its head and sharp claws on its belly, though not having fully transformed into human form, could speak human words. Its power was no less than the others; it simply was not skilled in altering its beast form.

"Impossible! All the buildings here are in the human style. What does that have to do with the demon race?" questioned a Grand Elder from the Spirit Void Holy Land. Both sides argued, neither willing to yield, all focused on the ancient palace in the magma.

"Thump!" Dull thuds echoed intermittently from within the ancient palace. Even the great demons and the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land, at such close proximity, found it somewhat unbearable, their expressions grim.

The boiling magma, an unnaturally vibrant red, continuously gushed outward like fresh blood. The dazzling ancient palace slowly ascended, gradually detaching itself from the volcano's crater.

A great demon was about to step forward, but the old flood dragon stopped him, advising, "We have already waited for several days; do we still care about this short amount of time? Let it break open the ancient restrictions on its own. Do not interfere, lest an accident occurs."

"Demon script! It's the writing of our demon race!" Just then, the three-meter-tall giant with twin horns on his head suddenly cried out, "Look! It's the demon race's imperial script! It must have been left by a Demon Emperor!"

The entire ancient palace, refined from five-colored divine jade, was crystalline and shimmering throughout, appearing truly extraordinary. Numerous ancient characters were carved at its base, some resembling dragons and phoenixes, others reminiscent of Xuanwu turtles and Qilin. These were precisely the demon imperial scripts from before the ancient era.

"Humans, what more do you have to say? Leave quickly! This was left by a Great Emperor of our demon race from before the ancient era, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

At this moment, the ancient palace shimmered with divine light, exuding a breathtakingly majestic aura. Five-colored divine radiance swirled around it, making it truly extraordinary.

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land’s expression first changed, then he stared intently at the ancient palace. Finally, as if recalling something, he revealed an extremely excited expression and declared, "I know now! This is the burial place of the last Great Emperor of the Eastern Wasteland demon race!"

Upon hearing these words, the great demons’ expressions all changed. They stared at the five-colored ancient palace, observing it carefully and intently, filled with both shock and uncertainty.

The old flood dragon stood upright, extending half of its body forward with a solemn expression. Finally, it declared in a trembling voice, "This is indeed the mausoleum of our demon race's Great Emperor, exactly as described by our ancestors!"

No one had ever imagined that this ancient palace, constructed from five-colored divine jade, was actually the tomb of the demon race’s last emperor, hidden deep beneath the volcano. Only today, as the seal loosened and it surged up with the magma, did it finally see the light of day.

"The last Great Emperor of the Eastern Wasteland who unified the demon race—it’s him, it must be him!" the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land muttered to himself, his expression somewhat dazed.

The great demons present immediately grew assertive. The old flood dragon stated, "It’s good that you know. This is the tomb of our demon race’s last Divine Emperor, and it has no connection whatsoever to your human race. Retreat at once!" The other great demons all unleashed incomparable power, monstrous demonic energy surging skyward, instantly obscuring the entire starry expanse and filling the area with a chilling, murderous aura.

The Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land recovered his composure, appearing even more agitated than the great demons. He declared in a trembling voice, "Although this is the tomb of a demon Great Emperor, it contains a great treasure of our human race, which ought to be reclaimed today."

"Nonsense! How could the tomb of our demon race’s Divine Emperor contain a great treasure of your human race? You clearly intend to loot the mausoleum of our demon Great Emperor!"

All the great demons glared in anger, stepping forward to block the Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land, ready to strike at any moment.

The Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land’s expression grew calm again. He stated, "What I am saying is the truth. In ancient times, the last Great Emperor of the Eastern Wasteland demon race, with his unparalleled might, unified the demon race that had been fragmented for tens of thousands of years in the Eastern Wasteland. This posed an immense threat to the human race there. A supreme treasure of the Eastern Wasteland human race was lost during that period, rumored to have been taken by the Demon Emperor. Furthermore, the Immortal Scripture that shook the Eastern Wasteland—the Dao Scripture—was also divided at that time, losing a crucial volume. Later generations provided evidence suggesting that all these acts were carried out by that Demon Great Emperor. It stands to reason that the supreme treasure of the Eastern Wasteland, along with the most vital volume of the Dao Scripture, are both here, and today they are rightfully due to reappear!"

At these words, all the great demons were momentarily stunned. Then, their eyes began to glow with intense fervor. Even if the demon race could not cultivate the most profound human Immortal Scripture of the Eastern Wasteland, the Dao Scripture, they were firmly resolved to stay. As for the human supreme treasure, if it indeed existed, they certainly wouldn't let it slip away.

The Sect Master of the Spirit Void Holy Land displayed no fear whatsoever. While confronting the great demons, he surprisingly took a large step forward.

"Thump!" The ancient palace, constructed from five-colored divine jade, again emitted a dull thud. The power of the seal was rapidly dissipating. It had almost fully ascended to the lip of the volcano, with shimmering radiance and five-colored divine light flickering. The tomb of the Eastern Wasteland demon race’s last Great Emperor was on the verge of fully reappearing in the world.

Among the palace complex below the volcano, super fierce birds and beasts, including the Lightning Bird, along with the dozen or so elders from the Spirit Void Holy Land, all could no longer restrain themselves and slowly began to advance up the mountain.

In the distance, Ye Fan witnessed all of this firsthand. His heart was profoundly unsettled, but lacking the strength to step forward and contend, he could only quietly observe from afar.