Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

The next day, the sun rose in the east.

Golden sunlight pierced the morning mist, scattering across the boundless sea, making it shimmer. The sea breeze howled, and thousands of flags fluttered in the wind.

All eyes were fixed on the huge crack in the sea.

Within the crack, light shimmered and flowed, gradually coalescing into a majestic gate of light—

It stood about a hundred feet tall and fifty feet wide, its frame formed from pure spatial energy, with ancient runes faintly flowing across its surface. The door seemed to lead to another world, bizarre and unfathomable.

"It's open! The great tomb has been opened!"

Someone shouted, and the whole place erupted in cheers.

The King of the East Sea stood up, his purple royal robes billowing in the sea breeze. His gaze, sharp as torches, swept across the entire hall, his voice deep and resonant, silencing all the noise:

"The tomb has been opened. Prodigies under the age of thirty, enter in turn!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, carrying an undeniable authority.

The moment the words fell, hundreds of figures below the viewing platform moved simultaneously.

Chu Yunxiao was the first to take a step.

His figure moved like lightning, his green robe leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. Stepping on the void, he covered a hundred feet in three steps, rushing into the portal of light first. From beginning to end, he didn't even turn his head once, as if the people behind him weren't worth a second glance.

"Young Master Chu is so fast!" someone exclaimed.

"What's the use of being fast?" a rogue cultivator said sourly. "The Great Tomb isn't about who can run the fastest."

"You're just jealous," someone next to him laughed.

Chu Yunxiao's cousin, Chu Yunyan, shook her head and followed him into the portal. Before leaving, she whispered, "Big brother is still so impatient."

Within the Heavenly Demon Sect's ranks, Li Tianxing licked his lips, his purple eyes gleaming with excitement. He watched Chu Yunxiao's disappearing figure, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "What's the rush? Running fast doesn't guarantee a long life."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred, transforming into a black streak of light that instantly disappeared into the portal.

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect exchanged glances.

Xie Changkong stood with his sword in hand and said calmly, "Let's go."

The four men drew their swords simultaneously, and four beams of sword light shot into the sky like four shooting stars, piercing through the air in unison. The sword light cleared a path, creating an astonishing spectacle that drew cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"The Sword Master of the Four Extremes Sword Sect truly lives up to his reputation!"

"That Xie Changkong, I heard he's already touched the threshold of sword intent taking form..."

In the secluded cultivation area, Ye Xingchen calmly adjusted his cuffs, his expression serene. He glanced at the faintly glowing ring on his wrist, smiled slightly, and stepped forward.

His pace was not fast, but there was an indescribable ease in it, as if he were not rushing to a life-or-death trial, but taking a stroll in his own backyard.

"Brother Ye, wait for me!" A rogue cultivator quickly followed.

Ye Xingchen glanced back at him and said gently, "You'll be randomly teleported inside, and you won't be able to keep up with me. Be careful, and don't try to fight back if you encounter danger."

The rogue cultivator nodded gratefully.

Wu Zetian, carrying a long sword in one hand, strode towards the gate of light. Her steps were steady and powerful, each one causing the ground to tremble slightly, her aura as imposing as a rainbow.

"Miss, be careful!" a servant from the Zhenbei Marquis's residence shouted from behind.

Wu Zetian didn't turn her head, waving her hand: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If I can't beat them, I'll run; if I can't run, I'll shout; if I can't shout, well... never mind, I won't lose by shouting."

The attendant gave a wry smile.

In the Wanfo Temple camp, Master Liaoyin turned to the young monk behind him and said in a deep voice, "Forget yourself. Once inside, remember not to harbor any anger. Buddhist disciples should be compassionate."

The selfless young monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and said in a clear voice, "Uncle-Master, rest assured, I understand."

A faint Buddhist light flowed around him as he slowly walked towards the gate of light, each step extremely light and steady, as if he were stepping not on the ground, but on a lotus flower.

Master Liaoyin watched his retreating figure and nodded slightly.

In the True Martial Daoist camp, Master Qingyuan waved his whisk and said to the young Daoist Guiyuan, "Guiyuan, do you still remember what your master said?"

Guiyuan bowed respectfully: "Be pure and inactive, act in accordance with the natural order. Do not contend, do not grab, do not be greedy, do not be angry."

"Hmm." Master Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction. "Go."

With a light sweep of his whisk, Guiyuan entered gracefully, his feet creating a breeze, his movements as elegant as a celestial being.

Within the Weeping Blood Marquis's camp, Dongfang Mingyue had been waiting impatiently for a long time. One hand rested on the long sword at her waist, while the other tugged at Dongfang Weiwo's sleeve; her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Little brother, stick close to me! No matter where we are teleported after we go in, we must find a way to reunite!" she said, pulling Dongfang Weiwo forward.

Dongfang Weiwo stumbled slightly as his sister pulled him along, and smiled helplessly: "Sister, the teleportation inside is random, I can't keep up with you."

"Then let's find a way!" Dongfang Mingyue said confidently. "You have the jade pendant your mother gave you, and I also have a way to sense the jade pendant. As long as the distance isn't too far, I can find you."

Dongfang Weiwo was slightly taken aback: "Did your mother give you the method of sensing?"

"Of course." Dongfang Mingyue raised her chin. "My mother told me to keep an eye on you and not let you do anything reckless."

Dongfang Weiwo gave a bitter smile.

He wanted to say that he was no longer a child, but looking at his sister's matter-of-fact expression, he swallowed the words back.

"Okay, I'll listen to my sister."

"That's more like it." Dongfang Mingyue patted his shoulder with satisfaction. "Let's go!"

The two walked side by side toward the portal of light.

Their figures were inconspicuous in the crowd. Although Dongfang Mingyue was a renowned female assassin in the Northern Territory, her fame within the Eastern Continent was not as great as that of Chu Yunxiao or Li Tianxing. As for Dongfang Weiwo, most people only glanced at her before looking away—

In the late stage of the Grandmaster realm, he was unremarkable among the many prodigies. He was the second son of the Marquis of Weeping Blood and a minor officer in the Zhenfu Division—nothing more.

"That's the second son of the Dongfang family? He looks rather ordinary."

"I heard he stayed in Pingyang County for a year without achieving anything."

"He was just born into a good family; once he enters the tomb, he'll probably need his older sister's protection."

Whispers drifted from all directions, but Dongfang Weiwo paid no heed and calmly stepped into the portal.

The light instantly engulfed him.

A sudden dizziness.

When Dongfang Weiwo opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a vast grassland.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with white clouds drifting lazily by. In the distance, mountains rose one after another, and rivers crisscrossed the landscape. The air was thick with a rich spiritual energy, almost condensing into mist. With each breath, one felt every pore on their body open up, experiencing an indescribable sense of comfort.

"This is... a small world?" He looked around and found that he was all alone.

As expected, it's a random teleportation.

He crouched down and reached out to touch the grass beneath his feet. The grass was soft yet resilient, carrying a faint aura of spiritual energy, and far more lush than the grass in the outside world. He casually plucked a blade and sniffed it; a fresh, grassy fragrance filled his senses.

"One day of cultivation here is equivalent to three days outside," he murmured, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "No wonder it's the Tomb of the Martial Saint."

Just then, an old and majestic voice echoed throughout the entire small world.

The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes of time and an irresistible majesty, as if heaven and earth were speaking:

"I am the spirit of the world, guarding this tomb for millions of years."

As soon as the sound rang out, the entire small world fell silent. The wind on the grassland stopped, and the sound of the river seemed to be paused. All the prodigies who had entered the great tomb involuntarily stopped in their tracks and looked up at the sky.

The Spirit of the World continued, "In this prosperous age, with heroes gathered from all corners of the land, we are opening this trial."

Its tone was calm, yet it possessed a detached air of looking down upon all living beings, as if stating an unchangeable destiny.

"The tomb is divided into three layers—outer perimeter, inner perimeter, and core."

"First level, outer perimeter." The World Spirit's voice became clearer, as if it were ringing in everyone's ears. "This level is riddled with restrictions and traps, but also contains a wealth of rare and precious materials. You must cross the outer perimeter and reach the inner perimeter entrance as quickly as possible."

It paused, then added, "Only the top one hundred are qualified to enter the second stage. The rest may remain in this small world to seek their own opportunities, but they may not re-enter the inner circle."

"One hundred?" someone exclaimed in surprise. "There are at least three or four hundred people here, and only the top one hundred can advance to the second round?"

"So, at least three-quarters of the people will be eliminated in the first round?"

"That's too cruel!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell throughout the grasslands.

But the voice of the spirit of the world did not cease; it continued to echo:

"The second level, the inner perimeter. There are one hundred monster lairs, each guarded by a monster. Slay the monsters to obtain the treasures they guard. Each monster can only be killed once, and there is only one treasure. Only those who complete this level can enter the core."

"What? There's only one of each treasure?" A demonic prodigy's face darkened. "Doesn't that mean it's first come, first served?"

"It's all about competing based on merit, why would you expect them to save it for you?" someone scoffed.

The voice of the spirit of the world rose a few decibels at the end:

"The third challenge is the Heavenly Ladder. At the core lies a Heavenly Ladder with a thousand levels. Whoever reaches the top first will receive the inheritance."

"The trial begins now!"