Chapter 482 - 481: Spatial Turbulence

Chapter 482: Chapter 481: Spatial Turbulence

Upon hearing Qin Ya’s question, the admiration in the Void Saint’s eyes deepened. ’An ordinary person faced with a Saint’s inheritance would have tripped over themselves to accept it. But the will of this youth before me is unexpectedly strong. He’s actually able to resist the temptation of the inheritance, asking me to lay out the stakes involved.’

’Not bad, not bad at all.’

’Whether in temperament or insight, he has the potential to become a Saint.’

The Void Saint smiled faintly. "You’re quite impressive. Let’s say your chance of becoming a Saint is ten percent. Under my guidance, that could increase to at least fifty percent. Of course, accepting this inheritance comes with deadly risks. You didn’t think you could get a prize this big for free, did you?"

Qin Ya chuckled and replied calmly, "Your prize is certainly great, but everyone competing with me for it is hundreds, even thousands of times stronger than I am. If I’m not careful, not only will I fail to get the prize, but I’ll be the one devoured instead. The losses would far outweigh the gains, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Kid, just give me a straight answer. Do you want it or not?"

The Void Saint shook his head with an amused smile. Hearing him, Qin Ya took a deep breath, clenched his jaw, and declared, "I accept this inheritance!"

"Haha, good lad! I knew I wasn’t mistaken about you."

As the words fell, the surrounding space erupted in a brilliant glow. In a daze, an inexplicable power surged into Qin Ya’s mind. His Divine Thought trembled, as if it had come into contact with something incredible. A moment later, a silver-white beam of light shot into his Divine Acupoint, transforming into a mysterious, patterned sigil.

The sigil was pure silver-white, shaped like a Nine-Layered Treasure Tower, and it pulsed with mysterious, void-like waves. This startled Qin Ya, but just then, another change occurred. His Storage Ring began to vibrate, and the Ghost Face Mask shot out from it, only to abruptly shatter into pieces.

’It... it shattered!’

The corner of Qin Ya’s mouth twitched. ’That mask was a Forbidden Artifact! Forget the enchantments on it; even its material was absolutely extraordinary. Not even a Martial Arts King could have scratched it, yet here it is, shattered right before my eyes!’

After the mask shattered, a stream of silver-white energy surged out and merged into the boundless white space surrounding them. The space immediately began to tremble, the vibrations growing increasingly violent. Meanwhile, in the world outside, a shocking change was underway.

"What’s going on?"

"Does this normally happen when someone receives a Saint’s inheritance?"

"I don’t know. No one has entered the eighth layer in a thousand years."

The Nine-Layered Tower before them erupted with a towering pillar of white light. A violent wave of energy swept out, tearing space itself. The distant sky ripped open like fabric slashed by a sword, revealing numerous pitch-black fissures. The chaotic Spatial Energy pouring from the cracks struck terror into everyone’s hearts.

"The sky... it’s been torn apart."

"This is bad! Those are spatial rifts!"

"Look! There’s wind blowing out from inside them!"

Everyone looked over, their hearts leaping into their throats. Black gales howled from within the rifts, effortlessly tearing space apart wherever they passed. That wasn’t wind—it was deadly spatial turbulence!

The Tomb Guardian’s expression shifted. A majestic power erupted from his body, and for an instant, he seemed to transform into a pillar holding up the heavens. An intensely condensed golden light swirled in his palm. He thrust it forward, and a black vortex materialized in the void before them. "Everyone, go! Now!"

Seeing this, Yuee Hongyi and the others dared not hesitate. Their True Essence flared, and with a wave of their sleeves, they sent the disciples of the four sects flying. Pushed by an immense force, their bodies shot uncontrollably toward the black vortex, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.

"The rest of you, go quickly," the Tomb Guardian said grimly.

Xu Zhenhong immediately asked with concern, "Senior Tomb Guardian, what about Qin Ya?"

To say nothing of the Saint’s inheritance he had likely obtained, Qin Ya’s status as a Pill King and his sheer Talent made him invaluable to Kunyun Palace. Xu Zhenhong couldn’t possibly abandon him. The Tomb Guardian’s voice cut through his thoughts. "He’s inside the tower receiving the inheritance, so he should be safe. You must go now! This dimension is collapsing under the influence of an unknown power. If you’re sucked into the spatial turbulence, your chances of survival are virtually nil, even for Era-Defining Kings."

Xu Zhenhong knew this matter was far beyond his control. As he was about to leave, he could only turn to the Tomb Guardian and plead, "Elder Qin is an era-defining prodigy of our Kunyun Palace. I beg you, Senior Tomb Guardian, please rescue him."

"Rest assured, Elder Xu. I will do everything in my power."

In truth, the Tomb Guardian had no confidence at all. ’Who the hell knew accepting a Saint’s inheritance would cause something like this?’ he thought, feeling aggrieved. ’Master, oh Master, why didn’t you explain this properly? What in the world is happening?!’

The distant sky had been completely devoured by darkness. Waves of spatial turbulence swept across the land. Everything they touched—palaces, vegetation, the very ground—was turned to ash. No, to nothingness! It was all reduced to absolute void!

The Tomb Guardian’s gaze hardened. Watching the spatial turbulence draw nearer, he took a deep breath and unleashed his abilities. A dazzling golden light erupted from his palms, completely enveloping the Nine-Layered Tower. But just as he was about to move it, a white light flared from the tower, completely repelling his power and leaving him helpless.

"Master, what in the world is this supposed to be?"

Just then, a colossal black rift opened in the sky above the Nine-Layered Tower and completely devoured it. The Tomb Guardian could only stare, his eyes wide in disbelief. ’Just like that... it’s gone?’

There was no time to hesitate. Even with his Venerable Cultivation, the Tomb Guardian had little confidence against this spatial turbulence. He could only open a spatial vortex to the outside world and escape at once. As he departed, he glanced back and saw the endless palace architecture dissolving into nothingness. The world of the Void Mausoleum... was shattered.

「Azure Sky Realm, Southern Domain. On a towering peak at the entrance to the Void Mausoleum.」

The many disciples and Elders of the four sects were waiting with anxious anticipation. Suddenly, a pitch-black spatial vortex appeared, and the Tomb Guardian’s figure emerged.

Xu Zhenhong walked forward, but when he saw no sign of Qin Ya, his face paled. He asked hurriedly, "Senior Tomb Guardian, where is Elder Qin?"

The Tomb Guardian sighed and explained what had happened.

"Perhaps some accident occurred while Qin Ya was receiving the Saint’s inheritance, causing a change throughout the entire Void Mausoleum. It triggered spatial turbulence, which ultimately not only swallowed the Nine-Layered Tower but also shattered the entire Void Mausoleum dimension."

Everyone reacted differently to this news.

Those on good terms with Qin Ya, like Nanle, Leng Qiushan, and Luox Xinyu, looked downcast. In contrast, those jealous of him, such as Ximen Yu, were visibly gleeful and gloating internally. If the occasion weren’t so somber, they would have burst out laughing.

"Elder Qin... is there any hope he survived?"

Xu Zhenhong asked, his expression bleak. Even he didn’t believe it was possible. ’That was spatial turbulence... a force that even an Era-Defining King wouldn’t dare touch, let alone be completely swallowed by. I fear not even a Venerable could survive that.’

"Alas... we can only leave it to fate."