Night.
Immortal Tomb in the mountains.
“I was buried here before.”
Ambrose Lu stood with his hands behind his back at the spot where he had once been buried, speaking calmly.
On his shoulder, Old Turtle curiously observed the surroundings. “Master, where is your tomb?”
“I erased it,” Ambrose replied.
Old Turtle nodded, scanning the other tombs. “None of these tombs have inscriptions.”
“Indeed.”
“Master, aren’t you curious? How about we dig them up and take a look?” Old Turtle suggested with great curiosity.
Over countless years, Old Turtle’s mindset had long ceased to be easily stirred by events. But this matter piqued his interest immensely. To have buried Ambrose Lu for millions of years—remarkable.
Ambrose remained silent, his eyes flickering slightly.
At that moment, a burly man with a full beard suddenly appeared in the graveyard.
“I refuse to believe it! How can an Immortal Tomb just vanish into thin air?”
Tiger Zhan cursed, lifting one leg but freezing mid-step. He saw a man in green robes standing silently like a ghost, watching him.
A human cultivator?
Tiger Zhan’s eyes flickered as he tried to probe the man’s aura… only to be shocked.
Impossible. As a Monster Sovereign, how could he fail to discern the cultivation level of a mere human from the Spirit Dust Realm?
Apart from Nathan Zhang, Laura Qin, and Karl Jiang, who were in the Tribulation Crossing stage, who else could it be?
Could this person possess some treasure that conceals his aura?
Unable to figure it out, Tiger Zhan decided to ignore the man in green robes and began to carefully inspect each tomb.
“Master, this little demon is actually a Howling Sky Demon Tiger. I didn’t expect to find one in this realm…” Old Turtle chuckled.
The Howling Sky Demon Tiger clan was quite famous in the Four Directions Immortal Realm. However, this one was too weak; any member of the clan from the Four Directions Immortal Realm could easily crush it.
Ambrose nodded, saying nothing. With his Eyes of the Dao, what couldn’t he see? He even knew that this tiger demon was a sovereign in the Monster Realm. But since it had no direct conflict with him, he wouldn’t destroy it without reason.
To him, all life—whether human or demon—was much the same. Though sometimes, he did find himself favoring humans, given that he was one himself. Or at least, he thought he was… Ambrose wasn’t entirely sure.
Tiger Zhan slowly walked over, inspecting each tomb until he stood before Ambrose, towering over him.
He glanced at Ambrose, then looked at the empty space in front of him, his expression changing instantly.
One tomb had indeed disappeared!
He clearly remembered a tomb being there, but now it was empty—very strange!
“Hey! You seem to come here often. Do you know if there was a tomb here before?” Tiger Zhan pointed to the spot, turning to Ambrose.
“I’m not called ‘hey,’” Ambrose replied with interest.
Tiger Zhan’s face darkened as he suppressed his temper. “Daoist Friend, do you know if there was a tomb here before?”
“Could you have remembered wrong?” Ambrose asked softly.
“Impossible!!” Tiger Zhan waved his hand urgently. “How could I, or my friend, both be mistaken?”
Ambrose smiled. “I’ve always wondered, haven’t you ever counted the number of tombs here? Wouldn’t that clear things up?”
Tiger Zhan glanced at Ambrose. “Do you think we’re idiots? Of course, we’ve thought of that. But there’s something mysterious about these tombs. No one has ever been able to count them accurately or destroy them.”
He looked at Ambrose as if he were a country bumpkin. The implication was clear: You haven’t seen enough of the world!
Old Turtle almost laughed. His master, inexperienced?
“I see,” Ambrose nodded slightly.
“So I was just trying to confirm,” Tiger Zhan said, exasperated.
“Sometimes, when you have the answer in your heart, there’s no need for confirmation,” Ambrose said indifferently.
“Alright then,” Tiger Zhan’s eyes flashed. He couldn’t quite understand this man in green robes. “I’m Tiger Zhan. May I know your name, Daoist Friend?”
“Ambrose Lu.”
“Ambrose Lu?” Tiger Zhan probed. “I don’t recall hearing your name in the Spirit Dust Cultivation Realm.”
“Is that so?” Ambrose smiled mysteriously. “I haven’t heard of you either, Tiger Daoist. Have you been in seclusion, or… are you not from this realm?”
Tiger Zhan was shocked and quickly replied, “Seclusion, of course! How could I not be from the Spirit Dust Realm?”
“Oh,” Ambrose said calmly. “If you’re in seclusion, then it’s normal not to have heard of me. You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
“Heh heh…” Tiger Zhan forced a laugh, anger rising within him. What an insolent human!
“Angry? Thinking of attacking me?” Ambrose turned to face Tiger Zhan, his voice gentle.
Tiger Zhan was about to speak when he caught sight of the tiny turtle on Ambrose’s shoulder, staring at him…
For some reason, Tiger Zhan shivered!
“Ahem, Daoist Friend, you’re joking. Cultivation is hard; we should cherish it and not fight without reason, right?” Tiger Zhan laughed awkwardly, glanced at the empty tomb, then at Ambrose and Old Turtle, and disappeared from the graveyard.
“Master, that Howling Sky Demon Tiger chickened out,” Old Turtle laughed.
Ambrose shook his head, glancing at the tombs. “How are the other Immortal Emperors in the Four Directions Immortal Realm?”
Old Turtle was silent for a moment. “They’re doing well, but the Four Directions Immortal Realm… Master, you should find time to visit.”
“Yes, I will…” Ambrose’s eyes flickered as he looked at the tombs. “I think I know.”
“Uh, Master, what do you know?” Old Turtle’s face was full of confusion.
“Nothing, let’s go.” The man in green slowly disappeared.
“Uh, Master, aren’t you going to dig up the Immortal Tomb with Old Turtle?”
“No, there’s nothing worth seeing.”
“But Old Turtle is curious.”
“I said no. Do you believe I’ll crack your shell?”
“……”
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