Simultaneously traverse through the heavens, using the equipment slots to conquer all realms.

under night.

Deep in the Qinling Mountains, He Lang stood atop a mountain peak brimming with spiritual beauty. Though shrouded in magnificent phenomena, he possessed an aura that suppressed all heavens.

He stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, yet he seemed to be one with the world. The Great Dao descended from the void, and laws appeared above his head.

"We're all acquaintances, why are you pretending? I heard that since the ancient beings were born, they've been gathering information about you everywhere. You're that mysterious cultivator undergoing tribulation near the Ice Palace region, aren't you?"

Opposite He Lang, a plump Taoist priest looked disdainful, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Don't you know what kind of person you are? Pretending not to know in front of me is disgusting!

"Alright, I don't have time to joke around with you. When will our transaction begin? I'm getting impatient. The nights deep in the Qinling Mountains are quite lively. I really don't know why you chose to trade here."

Facing Duan De's disdainful gaze, He Lang remained unfazed, unconcerned about the damage done to his reputation. "I am a righteous person from the Yao Guang Holy Land. What do you, a tomb raider who is beaten by everyone, know about being a righteous disciple?"

"Nonsense, if your grave-digging and tomb-robbing activities were accidentally discovered, wouldn't that tarnish my reputation?"

"hehe……"

Upon hearing He Lang's words, Duan De was so angry that he laughed. You, a ruthless demon who devours people's essence, actually care about your reputation!

Duan De glanced around subconsciously and found that He Lang's words made sense. Cultivators were rarely seen deep in the Qinling Mountains, and only ancient corpses buried under the endless dragon veins of the Qinling Mountains existed. This was indeed a good thing for the two of them.

"Where is the origin of all kings? I need to verify it first!"

He Lang made a rubbing motion with his hands like a fly rubbing its hands towards Duan De.

"No, if the origins of the kings fall into your hands, what will you do if you don't give me the terrain map of the tombs of the Great Emperor Wushi and the Undying Emperor?"

Duan De waved his hand, his greasy face revealing a look of vigilance.

He had already suffered a loss at He Lang's hands once, so he was naturally extremely wary of He Lang. If it weren't for the fact that the location of the Great Emperor Wushi's tomb was so tempting, he wouldn't have helped He Lang collect the origins of various ancient corpses.

Of course, He Lang also didn't trust Duan De's integrity. He was playing a special bloodline origin, but he didn't want to get his hands on a bunch of mortal origins, even the origins of ancient powerful beings.

"Then we shall each swear an oath on the Great Dao, and if we break it, we shall be severed from the path of the Great Dao."

After a brief stalemate, He Lang proposed the old method, which Duan De also agreed to. The two then made a Dao oath based on their Dao hearts, thus re-establishing their trust.

Then, a divine light emanated from the altar between Duan De's eyebrows, and a broken bowl flew out from between his eyebrows, with wisps of chaotic energy hanging down. Duan De cast a hand seal into the broken bowl, and the bowl hummed softly. A channel opened up in the chaotic energy, and beams of light shot out from it, dazzlingly bright.

Nearly a hundred orbs of light appeared between He Lang and Duan De. These orbs varied in size, and in the center of each orb, a symbol of the Great Dao was pulsating, influencing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Each ball of light carried a terrifying aura of death, and one could vaguely see humanoid phantoms, some male, some female, ranging from youth to old age, manifesting within the ball of light. A terrifying aura emanated from each ball of light.

He Lang looked at the origins of these kings and his expression became solemn. He used a secret technique from the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to sense the many origins, and then with a flick of his finger, beams of flying immortal light bloomed, annihilating some of the useless origins.

In the end, only about half of the bloodline essence remained.

"Master, how do you explain this?"

He Lang revealed a half-smile and looked at Duan De leisurely, asking a question.

"How would I know what you needed? I just collected whatever I came across for you. Don't blame me, Infinite Heavenly Venerable!"

Duan De saw that half of the bloodline essence he had collected had been destroyed by He Lang, but his expression remained unchanged, and he acted as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not kidding you about the others. Some of them are ancient corpses buried in the underground dragon veins of the Qinling Mountains. They include old clan elders of ancient families, old holy rulers of the Central Plains Dynasty, and ancient monks of the Western Desert. They are all the origins of powerful figures with special bloodlines."

He Lang did not refute Duan De's words. These bloodline origins were indeed special. They were powerful beings in life and were nurtured in various dragon veins for countless years after death, seizing a lot of the creation of heaven and earth. Among them, there were seven or eight bloodline origins at the level of sages, which had already developed many special bloodline mysteries.

For him, they were also supreme medicinal herbs.

"This is a topographical map of the burial site of the Great Emperor Wushi. I must make it clear beforehand that the Wushi Sutra and the Wushi Bell are indeed located there, but that imperial tomb is also extremely terrifying. You must not do anything reckless there, lest you cause a huge uproar."

He Lang's brow altar also glowed, and he took out a piece of golden paper, which floated in the void, filled with imperial aura. On the surface of the golden paper, lines intertwined, transforming into a terrain map of nine dragons guarding a pearl.

"It truly possesses the aura of an ancient emperor! And this nine-dragon-encircling-a-pearl formation is like a true dragon soaring through the heavens..."

When the gold paper appeared, Duan De trembled all over, staring at it without blinking, his eyes burning with an intense fervor, brighter than the sun.

Duan De appeared before He Lang with lightning speed, a speed that belied his round figure, grabbing the gold paper in his hand and grinning from ear to ear.

"Where is the tomb of the Immortal Emperor?"

After studying the gold paper repeatedly for a while, Duan De eagerly inquired about the tomb of the Immortal Emperor.

"Also in Purple Mountain, I saw the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals of the Undying Divine Court sleeping in that place, perhaps to protect the Undying Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Duan De fell into deep thought, then clapped his hands excitedly!

"That's right. I once saw murals in a sage's tomb from 80,000 years ago, which told the story of the tomb owner's life. The owner of that tomb mentioned that more than 80,000 years ago, there was turmoil in the Ancient Emperor Mountain, but it was suppressed by the Great Emperor Wushi. In the end, the Great Emperor Wushi personally suppressed it in this ominous place. It may be this place. The Ancient Emperor Mountain should be the Daoist temple of the Immortal Emperor in the Primordial Era."

Duan De paced back and forth in circles for a while, as if he had figured something out.

Where did you discover the tomb of Emperor Wushi?

Duan De's gaze was like a torch, bursting forth with a tenacity that amazed He Lang.

"Found in the northern region of the Eastern Wilderness."

"So that's how it is! No wonder I spent so much effort but couldn't find this place. The sage of that ancient tomb only left the character 'North,' and he erased the rest of the records. I always thought it was in the Northern Plains."

Duan De started cursing, but when he looked at the wisp of sage essence that He Lang had collected, Duan De silently recited "Infinite Heavenly Venerable".

Forget it! I forgive you, Daoist Master!

He had also searched for the ancient Huangshan Mountain, but could not find the address. Time is merciless, and many things have been buried in the past. He had thought it was due to changes in the landscape, but he did not expect that he had looked in the wrong place.

Although Duan De didn't explain it very clearly, He Lang, by combining it with the original work, understood why he thought it was the Northern Plains. Deep in the Northern Plains, there was an ancient emperor mountain, which was the Daoist temple of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor. It was probably because of this that Duan De went there.

Thinking of Beiyuan, He Lang couldn't help but think of Wang Teng of Beiyuan. This man was born with extraordinary phenomena, and the crane of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor even came to find him and took him away, inheriting the Emperor's Scripture of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor. He can be called the child of destiny of Beiyuan.

My son Wang Teng has the potential to be an emperor!

He Lang has yet to have a match with him, which he finds somewhat regrettable.