East Sea, Sacrificial Tomb.

In the depths of the ocean, a valley is isolated by an array from oblivion.

The abyssal valley surrounded by Thunder Stone Bombs gives a sense of heart-stopping crisis; below the Self-Transformation Realm, any reckless intrusion is almost certain death.

Moreover, it isolates external seawater, forming its own distinct area.

The valley gates are firmly shut.

Cultivator Dharma Aspects are encircling the valley's perimeter, forming a crowd.

Bai Xingling arrives here, glancing around, "Looks like there are many people, all waiting for the ancient imperial mausoleum to open."

And everyone has a new Eye of Identification.

Evidently, the goals of various forces are the same.

I am your enemy ≠ I won't collaborate with you.

Anyway, we are all young tomb raiders; sending Dharma Aspects to visit and see what the ancient embers Ancestors are up to doesn't hurt.

Gathering intelligence is also worth doing.

With such an attitude, although last time we fought to the death, nearly every force has shown up.

Everyone waits for a few minutes.

Crack!

The valley gates suddenly open, allowing entry.

Some cultivators glance at the valley gates, feeling uneasy, and deliberate, "Could it be a trap designed to kill us young generation?"

After all, the battle projected through the eye was too shocking, arousing a hint of fear in them.

Can they really be safe having arrived with Dharma Aspect?

Now there are already many special divine techniques that can poison your true self by following the Dharma Aspect.

"You're overthinking it."

The Two-Phase Realm Meiling Fish Food God mingles among the crowd as a Sea Race Loose Cultivator, saying, "Previously, the two grand salutes clearly could take civilians as hostages, yet they let them go, obviously disdainful of doing such things!"

"Exactly."

Beside him, a young cultivator in the Two-Phase Realm also speaks:

"This era values reputation most; if he wishes to dominate this era, he surely must cherish his reputation."

"Furthermore, what use is there in attacking us mid-level young powerhouses? Killing them at most only causes pain to major forces, but he himself breaks his word, ruining his reputation, losing far more."

Each cultivator thinks so too.

Seeing the conduct of the other, extremely proud, won't do such wicked deeds.

"What's the noise about?" One bold cultivator snorts coldly, "A bunch of cowards, afraid to go in. Let me do it!"

He strides in.

And the other cultivators, hesitating and exchanging glances for several seconds, follow inside.

Entering the canyon, they only find it empty.

At the center of the valley, a towering ancient bronze statue monarch, about a thousand meters tall, sits on a wooden throne.

This ancient monarch wears a golden battle robe, crowned with a tree canopy; each scale armor depicts a vast hundred-meter painted wall, full of sun, moon, mountains, rivers, ancient cities, with shadows flickering.

His presence seems to have become the sole center of the world, compelling everyone's gaze.

"Welcome, my little guests."

A dignified and solemn voice issues from this giant monarch, "No need for words, I permit you to enter the painted wall."

Whoosh!

A piece of painted wall scales suddenly flashes a gentle, sacred golden light, opening the door to the Chronicles of Time's mural.

Then each faction hesitates for a few seconds, stepping directly inside.

A whoosh sound!

The scene shifts, they have already arrived in a city.

Just as they wonder which ancient emperor's tomb it is, they see above the city gate, words that leave them stunned:

[Between the Dawn]

The crowd is silent.

Which ancient emperor's tomb is this?

They don't recall any dynasty named Xi; this Xi... could it be Xirong's Xi?

A hot-tempered Human Race promptly curses:

"This imperial mausoleum is called, Between the Dawn?"

"Damn it, is this to alienate the Xin Dynasty emperor and Xirong Manor Master's friendship? Suggesting Xirong Manor Master will seize power? How malicious!"

This is indeed everyone's initial reaction.

Malicious intent.

After all, following the previous war, each faction's combat strategy department reviewed and analyzed details, understanding that these ancient demon gods excell in manipulating psychology, skilled in combat art, indistinguishable from falsehood and reality, finally stealing the Chronicles of Time.

Now this Between the Dawn, clearly is part of combat art.

Used for alienating the Human Race, and it's a blatant strategy.

After all, the Imperial Palace's Between the Embers just got blown up, now you arrange a Between the Dawn?

That's trampling the emperor's face underfoot.

Whoever doesn't know might think Xirong Manor Master exploded the Xin Dynasty's Imperial Palace and founded a new Xi Dynasty palace!

People's expressions change several times, thinking the symbolism profound.

However, someone proposes another perspective:

"No! It's not necessarily provocation! It's not just suggesting Xirong Manor Master will ascend Central Plains imperial power... it also might suggest Xirong Manor Master will surely die!"

"This Between the Dawn imperial mausoleum, clearly is a pre-built ancestral grave for him... implying you're about to die."

With these words.

Once again, everyone is silent.

This analysis is equally reasonable.

Amid the crowd, the disguised NPC Meiling Fish Food God secretly laughs in his heart, "Xin Xichen, Xin Xichen, we've put the puzzle right on the front, yet people as crafty as you love to overthink, again you guessed wrong."

In the valley, Ning Zheng, donned in scale armor as an ancient bronze statue monarch, senses the situation within the tomb, feeling speechless.

"I have to say, these blacksmiths show certain twisted serial killer traits, committing crimes and then flaunting it, stirring things, showing off their intelligence and operations."

He couldn't help but shake his head lightly.

This provides them with unparalleled thrill and fulfillment.

But isn't the point of playing games this thrill?

Walking stealthily in the night, is joy. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Masquerading among the crowd as the culprit, watching these Nine-State's top-tier talents analyze, missing crucial information, wildly deceived, himself beside enjoying the secret delight.

Of course, after the Between the Dawn analysis finishes, a group proceeds into this tomb-city.

At a glance, they see it's a vacant tomb with no Emperor of the Tomb, used as a war bridgehead, an outpost, very simple.

Moreover, temporary establishments of shops and tall buildings make it evident what's intended.

These ancient existences aim to establish their forces and develop their economy!

No wonder they offer part of the Chronicles of Time benefits.

Not only do they lack mid-tier personnel, they also wish to recruit a batch.

They can already foresee some cultivators certainly defecting.

They've never doubted the evil of the human heart; within the Human Race, there are always traitors, betraying country and race, defecting to the ancient demon god ancestor before them.

"Gentlemen, welcome."

Then a cultivator steps forth, introducing himself: "Henceforth and the following days, I'll be interacting with you; I'm called Blind, and I'll be overseeing this base."

"I'm Swollen Eyes."

"I'm Puffy Eyes."

The other two step forth, gracefully introducing themselves.

Fans of Xirong Manor Master are thoroughly incensed, shouting: "Xirong Academy's chief is called Dizzy; are you mocking our Nine-State Human Race's top scholar?"

"No, it's respect." Blind reveals a warm smile, "That's exactly why we chose this name."