Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 557: Heavenly Cloud Emperor

Chapter 557: Heavenly Cloud Emperor

Fortune?

The four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators didn't really know what to do with their faces hearing that word.

The elderly man noticed their hesitation and rebuked them, "Speak your minds. The young master has no interest in coveting your fortunes."

The four secretly cursed inwardly. No interest? Bullshit.

The elderly woman cleared her throat and, in a low voice, said, "Your Highness, we did enter this immortal tomb, but we haven't obtained any fortune whatsoever. Otherwise, we would have left long ago instead of waiting here in misery."

A trace of cold mockery flashed in the old man's eyes. "Since this is an Immortal Tomb, how could it not have any fortune left behind?"

The youth signaled the old man to be quiet. "Elder Yuan, let them speak."

He turned to the elderly woman and said, "You said you were waiting here in misery. What are you waiting for?"

The elderly woman clenched her teeth and recounted everything that had happened.

The youth and his companions were somewhat surprised. After all the fuss, these four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators truly gained no fortune from the immortal tomb, and all the opportunities had ended up in the hands of a Foundation Building Realm cultivator.

"Let's go. Let's go back inside together. I want to see whether your words are true or false."

The youth chuckled lightly and led the group toward the Immortal Tomb.

The elderly woman and the others dared not refuse. In their hearts, they also wanted to go back inside. With the son of the manor accompanying them, and with strong protectors by their side, their safety would be even more guaranteed.

They quickly arrived at the front of the Immortal Tomb. Just as they were about to enter, a loud bang was heard, and the gate of the Immortal Tomb unexpectedly closed shut.

Immediately, an extremely powerful aura enveloped the gate; the formation that the four had supposedly broken was unexpectedly reenacted!

The young man's gaze turned cold. "You're lying? Didn’t you say that the formation had already been broken?"

Seeing that, Elder Yuan immediately surged with a powerful aura, pressing down on the four like a towering mountain. Sounds of bones and flesh tightening echoed from within them!

Feeling the pressure press down on them, the four were perplexed. "It was truly broken..."

Then, the old woman's eyes flickered, and she hurriedly said, "It must be those two black and white paper figures!"

Black and white paper figures?

The young man and the elder exchanged a look.

Elder Yuan murmured, "If a senior of a Dao Sect left this tomb, its methods would indeed be somewhat strange. If they are not lying, then the prohibition they broke earlier must have been an illusion created deliberately by those two paper figures. Their purpose could very well be to select an heir for the tomb's owner."

These words instantly awakened the old woman and the others.

"Elder Yuan, are you suggesting... that they chose the Foundation Building cultivator as an heir? Hence, he obtained all three inheritances? The Skin Peeling Technique sounds like an unorthodox method, and as for the second trial with the eyes, hmm, its origin is unknown, but the third trial involves a Thunder Dao inheritance."

The young man pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly. "This is the realm of the Central Continent. Every plant and tree here belongs to the Central Continent. If this Dao Sect senior intends to leave an inheritance, it naturally should be passed through us. Let's wait here. When he comes out, we'll have him hand over the inheritance. In return, he can keep those three inheritances for himself as well."

Elder Yuan nodded with a smile. "That is only fair."

The four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators looked stunned. How could these two speak of robbery so casually? Although they had heard that the officials from the government were very domineering, treating everything in the Central Continent as theirs, it was the first time they had truly witnessed their attitude first hand.

Chai Shun's face turned pale. "Elder Dongfang... This is going to be big trouble...."

Chai Long couldn't help but walk up beside him, chuckling softly. "You thought you found yourself a strong backing? But now it seems this backing is about to collapse. What will you do?"

Chai Shun glanced at him angrily. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yeah, just speaking my mind. This time, I have to thank your 'backing' for not needing to enter this tomb." Chai Long smiled. "If I were really stuck in there getting skinned, you would surely be most happy."

Chai Shun fell silent.

Meanwhile, Chi Chong was secretly sizing up the young lord, wondering what he was thinking.

At the same time, Fang Chen had completely refined the true bodies of the black and white paper figures. Now, both of them were refined by his Spirit Attachment Technique. Those refined by this technique were collectively called spirit slaves, so now they were his spirit slaves, giving Fang Chen the authority to control their life and death.

"Are there any other opportunities in this tomb?" Fang Chen asked them.

"Young Master..." The white paper figure began tentatively.

"In the future, you two can call me 'Lord' as 'Young Master' doesn't sound pleasing to my ears," Fang Chen interrupted.

"Yes, my lord," the white paper figure responded quietly. "There’s nothing else in the tomb. The master knew his end was near and had already spared no effort in leaving behind his inheritance."

Fang Chen's expression turned slightly serious. "May I ask what this senior's name was?"

Even though that senior was no longer alive, he had entrusted Fang Chen with his inheritance. Even though Fang Chen hadn't formally taken the tomb's owner as his master, this was still a debt of gratitude that Fang Chen felt deeply.

"Our master was honored as the Supreme Dao of Heaven," the black and white paper figures said respectfully.

"Supreme Dao of Heaven... I imagine senior's cultivation and methods were extremely strong. Was he at the Ascension Realm, or perhaps the First Rate Sect Leader?" Fang Chen inquired.

"Before his death, our master was approached by enemies when he was still in the Ascension Realm and had not truly stepped into the realm of First Rate Sect Leader," the white paper figure explained.

So he was at the peak of Ascension Realm?

Fang Chen sighed inwardly. Such a formidable figure was rare indeed. According to the Mirror of the Universe's records, there were only twenty such people in the entire Central Continent.

"In the Hidden Cloud Region alone, which spans over five thousand empires, and the numerous territories similar to the Hidden Cloud Region controlled by the Central Continent, there are countless beings. Yet, only about twenty or so Ascension Realm cultivators exist among this vast multitude, illustrating just how rare this realm is."

Even Fang Chen himself lacked the confidence to reach such heights.

"By the way, you deduced from Senior Yun He's name that I cultivated the Introduction to the Three Thousand Daos. How did you know?" Fang Chen asked curiously.

The white and black paper figures exchanged looks, their faces showing a hint of strangeness.

"Lord, don't you know that the Introduction to the Three Thousand Daos you inherit comes from the Heavenly Cloud Emperor?" the white paper person asked.

Fang Chen was surprised. "The Heavenly Cloud Emperor?"

He had never heard anyone referred to as an Emperor before.

The white paper figure sighed. "Yes, Yun He is the Dao name of the Heavenly Cloud Emperor. It's fortunate for you to inherit his teachings, which makes us believe that you are undoubtedly the heir to our master's inheritance. After all, our master often spoke of hoping to meet the Heavenly Cloud Emperor to receive his guidance."

Fang Chen's expression stiffened. He asked in a low voice, "Is Senior Yun He's status much higher than that of senior's?"

The white paper person raised their hand to illustrate. "Much higher."

How could this be possible? These two weren’t even from the same era....

Fang Chen's expression turned increasingly strange.