Gu Heng sneered.

  As expected, all that mystique was just a shapeless mass of white mist, easily dispersed by him.

  He shook his head, collected his thoughts, and walked to the bronze draved with plex patterns and symbols. The door was severely rusted, and with a gentle push, it fell, raising a cloud of dust.

  Entering the Grand Hall, a sense of decay aion hit him.

  The dome of the hall was shattered, and the surrounding stone pilrs had all colpsed. The only reason this pce still stood was likely because the hall was almost embedded into the mountain itself.

  The pce wasn't rge.

  He had thought there might be something in this hall that could reveal the ins of this Tomb of the Nameless Emperor, but after cirg the hall, Gu Heng found it was almost empty.

  The identity of the tomb's owner remained a mystery.

  "Who are you?"

  Suddenly, a voice came from the dire of a fallen stone pilr. Gu Heng looked over warily and shouted, "Who's pretending to be a ghost now?"

  Then, a wisp of white smoke floated up from behind the pilr, gradually f into a glowing white orb.

  Like a ghostly fire.

  "…Seems like it's really haunted."

  Gu Heng shook his head. He should have known this pce was eerie; after all, it was a tomb, and hauntings were normal.

  Ba Greenwood City, many people had goo the wild outskirts to chop wood or hunt, actally stumbling into mass graves, and ended up half-scared to death by lingering spirits. They would then e to him for some calming medie to get a good night's sleep.

  In this world, hauntings were nothing unusual.

  Moreover, these spirits posed little threat beyond sg people. Even some non-cultivators who practiced martial arts could drive them away.

  Of course, there were some malevolent spirits, said to be wicked people in life, rejected by the herworld after death, lingering to wreak havoc. Such spirits naturally o be eradicated by cultivators.

  But as Gu Heng looked at the hazy white orb, he immediately cluded.

  This wasn't even a ghost. The oside earlier at least looked like a ghost. This one didn't even qualify as a special effe a horror movie.

  "Who are you? How did you ehis pce?"

  The white orb floated over to him, its voice surprisingly robust, as if it had been in its prime before death.

  "Well... if you want to know my name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

  Gu Heng g the orb, ret coldly.

  He hought he'd be chatting with a ghost one day.

  "Me? Hmph, I have quite the reputation. Have you heard of 'Purple Sword True Immortal' Jian Xuan?"

  "Purple Sword True Immortal? Never heard of him."

  Gu Heng chuckled.

  "What!? How could you not have heard of me? I am—"

  The white orb seemed to fre up, its light flickering, but Gu Heng interrupted it unceremoniously, "What are you? You're just a useless ghost now, 't even scare people. You don't even qualify to be a ghost!"

  "So stop making a fuss in front of me, you embarrassing thing."

  He waved dismissively.

  This pce was already creepy, and he had been startled outside. ing in, he was almost scared again. Gu Heng was getting annoyed.

  Why did ghosts these days love to seek attention from mortals?

  "You, you, you!"

  The white orb... no, Jian Xuan, was now furious.

  He, Jian Xuan, knourple Sword True Immortal," was the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect, a formidable Great Assion stage cultivator! Upon hearing about the "Tomb of the Nameless Emperor," he rushed here, believing there portunity.

  Jian Xuan was overjoyed because there was a wall of sword i at the mountain cave entrance!

  He khis sword i was just a barrier, with the real opportunity inside. So, using his powerful cultivation and self-realized sword force, he painstakingly dispersed it for a moment and squeezed through the tiny gap.

  Then, outside the Grand Hall, he was besieged by thousands of remnant souls, each with Tribution Crossing stage strength!

  To pass the first trial, Jian Xuan expended a great deal of effort. By the sed trial, he was utterly defeated. Desperate, he fled into the Grand Hall, only to be killed by the a formation inside.

  Leaving behind only a dying remnant soul.

  Who knows how many years ago that was.

  Only i years had he gathered enough strength for this remnant soul to perceive the outside world, move, and even regain Body Fusion stage strength!

  But the a formation in the hall was still active, leaving him o go, unaware of the outside world.

  "Wait! How you walk around here unharmed!?"

  Perhaps he had beeoo long, numbed for too long, and Jian Xuan hadn't noticed this at first.

  How did this person, who seemed to have no aura at all, get in here?

  The sword i wall at the mountain cave seemed eternal, ref after being dispersed. Even at his peak, Jian Xuan found it incredibly difficult to pass. How did this mortal...

  No!

  This guy wasn't a mortal!

  A mortal couldn't pass through the sword i wall, couldn't evehe first trial.

  "Hmm? You're asking why I ... walk around unharmed?"

  Gu Heng looked at Jian Xuan, puzzled, "Have you beeoo long to think straight? Is there anything in this hall that stop me from walking around?"

  After speaking, he took another p around the hall, returning to the white orb with a face full of "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  This Grand Hall had been abandoned for so long, not a living soul, just two dead ones. Could there be something else here?

  Gu Heng didn't see anything, ahought this... Purple Sword True Immortal might really be a bit fused.

  't bme him, he's dead after all, what more you expect?

  But Jian Xuan finally saw clearly.

  The a formation couldn't everiggered!

  This person walked right into the formation's killing range, and the formation only operated for a moment before pletely stalling!

  Jian Xuahis person hadn't made a move, and the formation couldn't have failed. There was only one possibility: his very presence rehe formation iive!

  Was there such a terrifyien the world?

  Someone who could easily kill a Great Assion stage cultivator like him, yet couldn't touch this guy?

  What kind of terrifying being had e to this pce?

  "May I ask, what is this senior's name?"

  If Jian Xuan still had a body, he would have bowed respectfully, but he didn't.

  "My name is Gu Heng, and why do people keep calling me senior or mister tely? It's so unpleasant."

  Gu Heng pouted.

  "Then, how should I address you?"

  Jian Xuan asked cautiously.

  "Young Master Gu sounds nice, doesn't it? Even though you're a ghost, meeting here is fate. sider me your friend, and I'll call you Old Xuan from now on."

  "Whatever makes you happy..."

  Jian Xuan thought for a moment. He had never met such a strong person with this kind of temperament.

  Pretending to be young.

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