Chapter 1 The Treasure
　　
After passing through the doorway, Qin Shou was still met with a thick fog, but after walking about twenty meters, the fog began to slowly dissipate, revealing a wide hall.

　　This path had no traps or pitfalls; it was an incredibly safe road.

　　"Haha, the fact that you've reached this place means you've solved the chess game. To think you cracked it in less than half an hour! I'm relieved to leave my treasured possessions to you all!"

　　The sound-recording seal was triggered again, but Qin Shou sneered, "Solved the chess game? Tsk, these recordings are worthless. If Luo Qu knew I completely ignored his so-called chess game, he'd probably be so angry he'd crawl out of his grave!"

　　The more he understood this tomb's owner, the more he felt the man was mentally ill, even screwing over his own descendants. He couldn't find anything nice to say.

　　"But, as for your treasure... I'll gladly accept it!"

　　Qin Shou's eyes gleamed as he ran into the hall. In the very center was a huge coffin, the final resting place of Luo Qu's body.

　　To the left was a weapons rack, filled with all kinds of weapons, more than a dozen in total. To the right was a bookshelf, packed with various books, along with many bottles and jars, presumably filled with elixirs!

　　Qin Shou ignored the coffin at first and rushed toward the weapon rack.

　　"Mine! Mine! All mine!"

　　Every one of the dozen or so weapons was extraordinary. He directly shoved them all into his dantian without a second thought.

　　He had three bloodline factors, one of which had evolved into a storage dantian. He used to use it to store food, but things were different now. He was going to fill this dantian with treasures!

　　In this world, cultivation talent was measured by bloodline factors. Generally speaking, bloodline factors were determined at birth, representing talent and status. The more you had, the higher your talent and the more noble your status.

　　They were generally divided into five levels: Imperial, Royal, Marquis, Noble, and Common. Ordinary cultivators had no bloodline factors. Activating one was considered top-grade Common. Two to three were Noble, and so on. Four to five were Marquis, six to seven were Royal, and eight to nine were the rare Imperial bloodlines.

　　Moreover, each bloodline factor could evolve into a dantian, and each additional dantian doubled your cultivation talent.

　　After collecting the weapons, Qin Shou rushed to the other side. The bookshelf was filled with manuals, recording the martial skills and techniques that Luo Qu cultivated, more than a dozen sets!

　　There were also some bottled pills, but he didn't know what they were for just by looking at the names. Besides that, there were some strange and peculiar things. He didn't know what they were either, so he simply stored them all in his dantian, planning to find an opportunity to learn about them later.

　　"Take the stuff and leave, or not?" Qin Shou scanned the hall, and after a moment, he noticed something suspicious. "Figures you'd try to screw your descendants over one last time, you old schemer."

　　Without a word, he went directly to the coffin and lay down on the ground on his back.

　　Buzz...

　　At that moment, a sharp ringing echoed throughout the entire hall, and then he saw streaks of sharp wind blades flash across the air above him in an instant!

　　Every wind blade appeared at a height of about one meter, and each one was terrifying. Qin Shou had no doubt that any one of them could cut him in half!

　　"Haha, if you can survive this, it proves you are truly my descendants, and your respect for me comes from the heart, not from killing my descendants and using their blood to open the seal!"

　　The wind blades passed, and the sound-recording seal rang again.

　　But Qin Shou still just wanted to complain.

　　Being able to survive meant they were his descendants? Dream on.

　　Moreover, this idiot never even considered distinguishing whether or not they were his descendants from the start. After all, the previous mechanisms attacked indiscriminately, and so did the current wind blades.

　　If he had really considered this point, he could have designed other forms of trials. Now, he simply added a sentence to cover it up. Did he think he was stupid?

　　"Speechless, this young master isn't playing along!"

　　Qin Shou got up, planning to dust himself off and leave.

　　"Since you are truly my descendants, I won't keep you in suspense. I shall give you the most important treasure!"

　　"Ah, yes, yes, yes! I'm your most adorable descendant!"

　　Qin Shou's expression changed instantly. Just as he spoke, the coffin in front of him suddenly opened slowly, and a sharp sword rose slowly from within.

　　Buzz!

　　The long sword slowly floated up, its cold light shining. Judging by its sharpness alone, its quality far surpassed those weapons from earlier.

　　"What a treasure!"

　　Qin Shou gently stroked the sword's body. After confirming that there were no traps, he immediately stored it in his dantian.

　　Then, he left!

　　He really didn't want to mention this scheming Luo Qu.

　　If you're going to screw people over, then do it openly. After all, it's normal for tombs to be prepared with various means to kill those who enter. But this Luo Qu insisted on doing it under the guise of leaving treasures for his descendants.

　　It was truly...

　　While Qin Shou was robbing his first tomb, two more people arrived at Jiang Xuan's library.

　　"More disciples... two more,"

　　Jiang Xuan chuckled, his gaze looking toward the future.

　　...

　　In the chaotic space, a sheep walked in after a long absence.

　　"No one here? I wanted to share my joy!"

　　The sheep shook its head and turned to walk back into the chaos.

　　The Emperor Tyrant Great World.

　　The world of Li Qiye, one of the Four Great Kings of Pretense.

　　This world was of a very high level, but now, no matter which world he was in, he was at the peak of existence.

　　"Speaking of which, it's about time for him to return."

　　Jiang Xuan walked forward, gradually transforming into human form.

　　Then, treading on fragments of time, he walked step by step toward a certain realm.

　　In fact, he hadn't stayed in the Human Emperor Realm for a long time. This time, it was because Li Qiye was about to return that he thought of going back to take a look.

　　The Human Emperor Realm had five domains: the Central Great Domain, the Eastern Hundred Cities, the Southern Scarlet Lands, the Western Wilderness, and the Northern Sea. Each domain had Immortal Emperor lineages passed down, but of course, even Immortal Emperor lineages would decline over time.

　　For example, the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect of the Central Great Domain was originally the lineage of the peerless Immortal Emperor, Ming Ren Immortal Emperor, but due to a break in talent, it eventually fell into decline. Although it still had the name of a lineage, its strength was no match for even some small kingdoms, with only two or three kittens left.

　　Kou Gong, Tuo Jiang, Yun Ti, Pi Gong, Zhuang Shou, Zhen Ming, Hua Gai, Nie Yu, Tian Yuan, Yu Shen, Xuan Ming, Zhai Xing, Gu Sheng, Sheng Zun, Sheng Huang, Da Xian, and Xian Di.

　　These seventeen great realms were the cultivation realms of the Nine Worlds. Moreover, each realm was divided into multiple levels, far more complex than they seemed. The gaps between each realm were also very large. Except for a few freaks of nature, very few could fight across realms.

　　Therefore, in the eyes of those forces with Saint Venerables and Saint Emperors, the current Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect was not worth mentioning. It was only because it was an Immortal Emperor lineage with deep foundations that no one was willing to provoke it easily, so it had survived to this day.

　　"I'll give you a little surprise."

　　Jiang Xuan took a step and entered the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect. With a turn of his will, the memories of all the cultivators in the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect were inexplicably changed, even the memory of the nominal Sect Master who was in an extremely distant place.

　　"Six Great Elders, gather at the main peak!"

　　A voice echoed in the sky above the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect. Immediately afterward, there was a series of sounds of air being torn apart. The six Great Elders of the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect entered one after another, rushing into the ancient hall where Jiang Xuan was.

　　Although the six Great Elders of the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect were not young, their blood energy was like rainbows. Each elder was aggressive, with a precious glow around their bodies. Although the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect had declined, it was still an Immortal Sect Emperor Lineage. These elders could be considered heroes!

　　In particular, the First Elder, Gu Tieshou, was even stronger.

　　"Sect Master!"

　　The six Great Elders bowed respectfully. Jiang Xuan changed their memories and thus took the position of Sect Master of the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect. For him, it was just a matter of thought.

　　"Elders, I believe you are all aware of the current situation of our Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect," Jiang Xuan said. "During my travels, I obtained some cultivation techniques that are very suitable for our training..."

　　"Sect Master, although our Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect has declined, there are still many powerful techniques within the sect. Why do we need to learn other techniques?" Before Jiang Xuan could finish speaking, an elder spoke.

　　Apart from him, the attitudes of the other elders were similar. But this was normal. After all, it was an Immortal Sect Emperor Lineage, and even if it had declined, it still had no shortage of cultivation methods.

　　"Oh? What if the techniques I obtained can be compared to Immortal Emperor techniques? Would you still not learn them?" Jiang Xuan smiled calmly.

　　The Immortal Emperors of this world were also divided into ranks. The low-level Immortal Emperors were not strong. He could find countless techniques of the same level in his mind, and with a slight modification to make them conform to the origin of the Dao in this world, he could cultivate them in this world.

　　"Immortal Emperor techniques?!"

　　The six Great Elders were stunned.

　　They exchanged glances. One elder coughed and said, "For the sake of the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect, the Sect Master is willing to take out the opportunities and good fortune he has obtained. Not to mention Immortal Emperor techniques, even ordinary techniques, we are willing to cultivate."

　　"That's right. It's definitely not because they are Immortal Emperor techniques that we are willing to cultivate them."

　　"What the Third Elder says is true."

　　The six Great Elders were embarrassed, but they all guaranteed that they would cultivate the techniques given by Jiang Xuan.

　　"No need to say more, I understand."

　　Jiang Xuan smiled and took out a golden page covered with dense writing.

　　With a casual wave, the golden page floated in the void, and the words seemed to be branded out.

　　"Dao Scripture?!"

　　The six Great Elders looked at the words on the page and were shocked. Directly using "Dao" as its name, who was the ancient being who wrote this?

　　However, the further they read, the more shocked they became.

　　The content of this scripture was too extraordinary, detached from the world, and the concepts were indescribable. Although they had not cultivated core imperial techniques, their horizons were not low, and they could naturally see that this was definitely the strongest method!

　　"Take it and cultivate it. Whoever cultivates this chapter to perfection, I will naturally give the subsequent techniques," Jiang Xuan said.

　　He knew that there were spies within the Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect, but he didn't care. This Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect wasn't his, and he was too lazy to care about the chaos.

　　"Yes!"

　　The six Great Elders were all delighted. In the end, the First Elder respectfully took away the golden page recording the *Dao Scripture*.

　　After they left, Jiang Xuan looked at the River of Time and couldn't help but smile: "It's almost here..."

　　...

　　On the bank of an ancient river, there was an old man with immortal bones sitting cross-legged, fishing. Beside him lay a figure, a young boy, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

　　At this time, he was soaked all over, as if he had just been fished out of the river. He seemed to be unconscious from drowning.

　　With a "wah" sound, the boy cried out and suddenly woke up. His first reaction was to jump up, but he staggered and almost fell.

　　"I, my body!"

　　The boy looked at his limbs, moving his familiar but unfamiliar hands and feet, as if filled with endless emotion.

　　Finally, the boy took a deep breath and looked up, seeing the old man fishing.

　　At first, he just frowned and didn't care, but the more he looked, the more extraordinary he found the figure in front of him. He clearly existed in the world, but the world seemed unable to bear him. He clearly didn't have any cultivation fluctuations, but seemed to surpass everything.

　　He was familiar with that kind of gaze. He had seen it on many invincible beings, and even felt the same artistic conception on himself.

　　"Who are you?"

　　The boy asked, his heart filled with vigilance. Something was wrong. The old man in front of him was too strange.

　　"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking others?" the old man opposite him said with a smile.

　　The boy was silent for a moment, looking at the figure in front of him, and said, "Li Qiye."

　　"Qiye? A good name." The old man smiled faintly. "Do you have a place to go?"

　　"No." Li Qiye shook his head, looking at the old man: "Who controls the Mandate of Heaven now?"

　　"The Mandate of Heaven? No one has been able to bear the Mandate of Heaven yet," the old man said with a smile.

　　"What about the Sky Trampling Immortal Emperor?" Hearing these words, Li Qiye's expression changed slightly.

　　"The Sky Trampling Immortal Emperor disappeared with the Black Dragon King three thousand years ago."

　　"Disappeared?"

　　Hearing this, Li Qiye's expression changed drastically. He raised his head and looked into the distance, where there was vaguely an Immortal Demon Cave. At this time, he understood why he had regained his body.

　　"How is it? Do you have anything else to ask?" the old man asked. He might not be as clear about some secrets as Li Qiye, but Li Qiye didn't know as much as he did about the world's trajectory and so on.

　　"No need." Having lived for countless years and experienced countless hardships, Li Qiye already knew what to do.

　　"Here."

　　Just as Li Qiye's expression changed, a token flew toward him, with the words "Cleansing Incense" written on it.

　　"It's a gift. I think you know what it's for."

　　The old man's voice echoed in the void, but his figure disappeared into the world.

　　"Who exactly is this person?"

　　Li Qiye frowned. He didn't remember such a mysterious and unpredictable expert in the era three thousand years ago.

　　And in these three thousand years, no one should have been able to bear the Mandate of Heaven. He wasn't an Immortal Emperor, but even he couldn't see through him at all...

　　"Could it be an old monster from those places?"

　　"Or is he like the old monster in the Immortal Demon Cave?"

　　Li Qiye speculated. He had transformed into a dark crow, reappearing in the world in countless eras, and even taught one peerless being after another. The reason for this was the Immortal Demon Cave.

　　"Speaking of which, my sheep was caught inside with me. I don't know where it is now..."

　　In Li Qiye's mind, ancient memories emerged, memories of a carefree life of herding sheep.