Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Jiang Hao smiled at the two stunned teenagers and said, "How was it? Impressive, right?"

Xiao Fan snapped out of his daze, nodded vigorously, and his eyes, besides being filled with shock, also ignited a flame of longing:

"Incredible, unimaginable power... Is this the view from the top of the cultivation path...?"

Zhang Bo nodded vigorously, clenching his fists: "One day, I'll be that strong too!"

Jiang Hao encouraged them, "Keep it up, you can do it too."

The two already had great potential, and now that they've met me, their future is naturally bright.

The attacks from the several Great Sages were powerful, but the seemingly thin layer of radiant light simply rippled gently, and all the attacks vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice echoed from the depths of the ancient tomb, reverberating in everyone's hearts:

"Those above the first level of Sendai are prohibited from entering."

"Those who disobey will be executed."

As soon as the words fell, the several saints and great saints who had made the move simultaneously groaned, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, as they were injured by the force of the recoil!

The entire room fell silent.

The next moment, the low-level cultivators erupted in deafening cheers!

"This restriction is amazing!"

"Great! We have a chance now!"

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo were also stunned and turned to look at Jiang Hao.

Zhang Bo stammered, "Old Jiang... how did you guess so accurately?"

This is amazing! It just appeared out of nowhere!

Jiang Hao stroked his beard with a smile: "Just lucky, a wild guess. Think about it, if you were the owner of the tomb and left behind an opportunity, who would you choose to give it to?"

"Young man," the two said matter-of-factly.

"That's right. Usually, the choice is made to give it to young people because they represent hope. However, young people generally don't have high levels of skill, and under normal circumstances, they definitely can't compete with those veteran powerhouses. In this case, shouldn't we impose restrictions?"

"It seems so." Xiao Fan and the other person thought about it and agreed.

"That's right." Jiang Hao smiled slightly. This wasn't Jiang Hao talking nonsense; it was true that many places in this world where powerful figures left their legacy did have such restrictions.

Just like himself, he also likes to give young people opportunities and chances.

High in the sky, the Great Sages steadied themselves, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and looked rather pale.

Their combined attack not only failed to break the restriction, but they were also injured by the backlash of the rules.

These several peak Great Saints were easily injured by a broken formation.

It was truly embarrassing, especially in front of countless younger cultivators.

The Great Sage of the Azure Nether Clan's body rippled with azure light, and he snorted coldly, "Impressive methods. As expected of an ancient emperor, truly formidable."

Dao Yangshan Great Sage shook his slightly numb arm and said in a gruff voice:

"If we can't go in, we can't go in. It's not like our clan lacks promising young men. We're all below the Sendai level, do you think the lads of Daoyang Mountain would lose to others?"

The Great Sage of the Purple Mansion Sect regained his composure and slowly said, "That's fine too. It makes things fairer. Let each disciple rely on their own abilities and opportunities."

The old woman from the Qingyun Sect nodded, her hoarse voice carrying to her own troops below: "The opportunity has arrived, seize it well, and do not tarnish the prestige of the Qingyun Sect."

These great sages quickly adjusted their mindset.

Although they cannot personally enter the arena to compete for the greatest opportunity, the rules are fair to everyone.

In terms of resources, heritage, and foundation, the young prodigies they carefully cultivate naturally have an advantage over those from independent cultivators and small forces at the same level.

Ultimately, the winner will most likely emerge from among these major factions.

Thinking of this, the expressions of the Great Sages softened considerably, and they regained their detached and condescending demeanor.

In their view, the advantage still lies with me.

The vast number of low-level cultivators and independent cultivators didn't care what the Great Saints thought.

They only knew that they had hope, and that was enough as long as there was an opportunity and hope.

Even the smallest amount is enough to make them happy and drive them to work themselves to the bone.

The rules restrict those high-ranking old monsters from getting involved, which is the biggest opportunity for these little guys!

Countless fiery gazes were fixed on the ancient tomb entrance, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, and the air was thick with excitement and anticipation.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the glow that enveloped the ancient tomb rippled outwards like waves, slowly parting to reveal a hazy yet stable gate of light.

A misty haze swirled behind the door, obscuring the view, yet exuding a unique aura.

The ancient emperor's tomb has been opened!

The cultivators at the Dragon Transformation and Dao Palace realms, who had been waiting for a long time, surged in like a tide.

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo protected Jiang Hao and followed the flow of people inside.

The moment you step into the passage, the space transforms.

Upon closer inspection, I found myself in a vast little world.

The sky was bathed in soft, rosy light, the ground was covered in lush grass, and in the distance, rolling mountains rose and fell, with streams flowing gently.

The air is filled with a rich natural fragrance; just one breath is enough to refresh your mind and body.

But beneath the beautiful scenery lurks a deadly danger.

They had only taken a few steps when a scream suddenly came from ahead.

Several cultivators triggered the hidden array patterns and were entangled by the vines that surged from the ground, instantly turning into dried corpses.

On the other side, a seemingly ordinary flower bush suddenly spewed out poisonous mist, enveloping more than a dozen cultivators. They screamed and fell to the ground, their flesh festering.

"Watch out! There's a trap here!" someone shouted.

The cultivators immediately tensed up and proceeded cautiously.

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo were also on high alert, protecting Jiang Hao in the middle.

Jiang Hao walked at a leisurely pace, looking left and right, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

When he encountered a place with a hidden trap, he would always just slip, bend down to pick something up, or look up at the clouds in the sky to avoid it.

Once or twice was luck, but after three or four times, Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo realized something was wrong.

"Mr. Jiang, you..." Zhang Bo couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Hao cried out in pain, as if he had tripped over a stone, and staggered two steps to the side, just managing to dodge a beam of yin fire shooting out from the ground.

After regaining his balance, he patted his chest and said, "I'm getting old, my legs aren't as nimble as they used to be."

Xiao Fan, Zhang Bo: "..."

Mr. Jiang, are you right? You're going a bit too far.

Jiang Hao didn't care at all and continued to urge the two forward, telling them not to worry about these details.

"Hurry up, or all the treasure will be gone."

"Oh, right, right, right." The two snapped out of their daze and quickly continued forward.

The three continued on their way, and after a while, they came to a fork in the road.

The three roads look exactly the same.

The other cultivators hesitated; some randomly chose one path, while others used secret techniques to deduce it.

Jiang Hao squinted and muttered, "Why does the old man think the grass along the middle road is greener?"

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo exchanged a glance.

Zhang Bo whispered, "Xiao Fan, is he a follower of Old Jiang?"

After spending these few days together, Zhang Bo felt that Mr. Jiang was very reliable and not the kind of person who would act recklessly.

Xiao Fan nodded: "Okay, let's go through the middle then."

He also trusted Jiang Hao deeply.

The three of them chose the middle road.

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a stone pavilion appeared ahead, and on the stone table inside the pavilion were three weapons.

Three sheathed short swords were placed side by side, their blades ancient and simple, with a faint spiritual light flowing within their sheaths. There was also a pile of glittering Originium on the table.

"It's a spirit weapon!" Zhang Bo's eyes widened instantly, and his voice trembled with excitement.