In the eyes of ordinary Immortals, Golden Immortals are already considered peerless experts. But if you look at it from the perspective of an entire Immortal World, Golden Immortals are actually not very noteworthy.
Therefore, ordinary Golden Immortals have no way of knowing the secrets between Immortal Worlds.
At this moment—
The people from the Golden Sword Immortal World also noticed Ian and Hector.
"Go, capture them!"
The leading Profound Immortal waved his hand as he spoke.
"Yes, sir!"
Immediately, two Golden Immortals shot toward Ian and Hector.
"You two, you'd best not resist, or your lives will be at risk!"
As they spoke, the two reached out, each grabbing for Ian and Hector.
"Scram!"
Ian spat out a single word, then casually lifted his hand and waved.
Bang! Bang!
The two Golden Immortals flew out like broken kites and crashed to the ground.
"Let's go!"
He said to Hector, then strode toward the Divine Tomb.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Figures flashed past as more than a dozen Golden Immortals surrounded Ian and Hector, eyes full of hostility.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ian couldn't be bothered with any nonsense and simply slapped each one away, sending them all flying.
For a moment, the ground was covered with Golden Immortals groaning and crying out in pain.
"Who are you?"
This scene finally caught the attention of the leading Profound Immortal, who now eyed Ian warily and asked.
"I've taken a liking to this Divine Tomb. You all can leave now!"
Ian said coldly, showing no courtesy whatsoever.
The leading Profound Immortal narrowed his eyes, seething with rage inside, and said coldly, "That's a bit too domineering, don't you think? Why not cooperate? The restriction on this Divine Tomb is damaged in places, but it's still extremely difficult to break. Frankly, just the two of you won't be able to get inside!"
"So you're saying you can break it?"
Ian asked with a sneer.
"I may not be absolutely certain, but I'm at least sixty percent sure!" the leading Profound Immortal replied directly.
Ian thought for a moment. "Fine. You break the restriction, and once we're inside, I'll let you take thirty percent of the loot."
"We break the formation, but only get thirty percent in the end? Isn't that a bit greedy of you?" The leading Profound Immortal was furious, yet laughed.
"If you agree, stay. If not, get lost!"
Ian said coldly.
"You're going too far!" The leading Profound Immortal could no longer hold back. As he spoke, he suddenly attacked—a black light shot toward Ian's forehead like lightning.
Clang!
Just as the black light was about to pierce his forehead, Ian suddenly flicked his finger. With a crisp snap, the black light was deflected and turned into a pitch-black short weapon.
In the next moment, Ian grabbed the pitch-black short weapon, erased its imprint, and tossed it into his storage ring. "A weapon like this is wasted in your hands. It's better off with me!" he said.
That's right, this short weapon was a Dao-Ancestral Artifact.
"...You...!"
His opponent was left breathless with rage, but also deeply wary. If even a Dao-Ancestral Artifact couldn't kill Ian—and was snatched away instead—it meant Ian's strength was far above his own.
"Get lost!"
Ian said again.
The leading Profound Immortal gritted his teeth, then waved his hand and left with the others.
Hector, watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh. Ian's strength was simply terrifying—he had subdued a Profound Immortal with just a wave of his hand.
Once the people from the Golden Sword Immortal World had left, Ian's gaze fell upon the Divine Tomb.
Compared to the Divine Tomb stele he saw the first time, this monument looked much more dilapidated.
All things in the world are ultimately worn down by time.
So even if the restrictions on this Divine Tomb were laid by gods, after so many years, it's inevitable that some damage would occur.
After a round of investigation—
Ian couldn't help but marvel—even with some of its restrictions damaged, the Divine Tomb was still formidable.
He glanced at Hector.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?" Hector quickly bowed and asked.
"You need to take a nap!"
With a flick of his finger, Ian sent a surge of force into Hector's body. Hector collapsed to the ground, unconscious, while Ian headed straight into the Divine Temple.
Formations and restrictions are like the relationship between mathematics and geometry.
But overall, restrictions are more advanced.
Under Ancestor Cyrus's guidance, Ian's formation skills had reached a high level. He'd also studied restrictions before, laying a solid foundation. So, learning restrictions wasn't difficult for him.
As soon as he entered the Divine Temple, he headed straight for the Library Pavilion.
He summoned all the books on restrictions. There were more than eighteen thousand restrictions outside the Divine Tomb, of which over two thousand had already been damaged and lost their function.
The eighteen thousand-plus restrictions formed a restriction field. With more than two thousand damaged, that field had vanished. So, all Ian needed to do was systematically break the remaining sixteen thousand-plus restrictions to enter the Divine Tomb.
Even so, it was still far from easy.
Earlier, Ian had memorized all sixteen thousand-plus restrictions. Now, all he needed to do was look up the methods to break them in the books.
The Library Pavilion contained more than three hundred books related to restrictions.
All of them had been collected by the Star King.
In the Mortal World, his formation skills weren't high enough, so he only dabbled a bit and didn't go deeper.
This time, he could finally study them thoroughly.
One day outside was nearly three years inside the Divine Temple under thousandfold time acceleration.
Ian stayed in the Divine Temple for over ten years before finally stepping out.
Looking again at the restrictions outside the Divine Tomb, what had once seemed profound now looked ugly and crude—breaking them was now effortless.
But he didn't plan to break all the restrictions outside the Divine Tomb.
After all, no one knew what was inside the Divine Tomb. Who could say whether the corpse of a god might still possess some trace of sentience—or even turn into a zombie?
With some restrictions left intact, even if the god's corpse turned, they'd buy him time to escape.
In the next moment, Ian's hands danced as mysterious, profound runes flew from his fingers into the void.
As the runes flew out, the restrictions before him began to dissolve one after another.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ian strode forward, passing directly through the monument—and vanished.
"Holy crap!"
As soon as Ian passed through the monument, he found himself inside a vast burial chamber. The chamber was empty except for a massive bronze coffin in the center.
The bronze coffin was at least twenty zhang long and five zhang wide.
Was the coffin deliberately built this large, or was the god's body truly that immense?
The massive bronze coffin was also covered in restrictions, but they posed no obstacle to Ian.
Soon, he unlocked the restrictions on the coffin. With a casual wave, the lid flew off and hovered in midair.
Ian stepped forward and looked down into the coffin. When he saw the giant lying inside, he couldn't help but be shocked—even though it was just a god's corpse, it radiated a terrifying pressure, making him feel unworthy to desecrate it.
This god was male, and at least fifteen zhang tall.
One zhang is about 3.3 meters, which meant this god was around forty-five meters tall—about as tall as a fifteen-story building.