<h4>Chapter 1340: Chapter 1337: The Tomb Owner Is Actually Him</h4>


    "What?" Xu Wendong gasped, "The Yuantian Secret Realm is actually a tomb?"


    "Who is the owner of the tomb?"


    Xu Wendong couldn’t calm his inner thoughts. After all, the Bronze Ancient Hall is grand and imposing. What kind of being would use it as a burial site?


    The Dragon Soul whispered, "The owner of the tomb is an Ancient God. He died millions of years ago. Before his death, he buried himself within the Bronze Ancient Hall."


    "Afterward, the Bronze Ancient Hall disappeared from the world."


    "It manifests once every million years."


    Xu Wendong subconsciously swallowed and found it hard topose himself internally. Gods are immortal beings; how could an Ancient God have died?


    The Dragon Soul continued, "The events of that year are too far gone. Even I, as a Divine Dragon, do not know why the Ancient God fell. This seems to involve an earth-shattering secret."


    "And you are about to learn it all."


    Xu Wendong couldn’t help but ask, "Senior, what do you mean?"


    Dragon Soul: "You have received the recognition of the Ancient God."


    "For you, any of those ten doors just now was a path to life."


    Xu Wendong slightly furrowed his brow, "So, my Soul Force being devoured means I obtained the recognition of the Ancient God?"


    Dragon Soul questioned, "Otherwise, how could your Physical Strength push open the door to the Bronze Ancient Hall?"


    "So, that’s what it was!"


    Earlier, Xu Wendong felt there was something very peculiar about pushing open the Bronze Door, and now all the questions have been answered.


    He continued forward, ascending the Heaven-reaching Path, arriving above the clouds.


    The view was a vast world of white.


    Huge clouds hung in the sky, resembling fluffy white cotton candy.


    And amidst this vast white realm,


    a towering green Bodhi Tree stood prominently.


    The trunk of the Bodhi Tree appeared even more robust and towering above the clouds, like a giant pir reaching to the heavens, firmly rooted in the intangible cloud soil.


    The surface of the trunk was covered with the marks of time, ravines crisscrossing, yet it conveyed an unyielding Life Force.


    Its roots, though unseen, could be felt deeply embedding beneath the clouds, connecting with heaven and earth, and absorbing endless energy.


    Regarding its branches and leaves, the ancient tree’s canopy is vast and dense, as if countless Minor Worlds are hidden within them.


    In the gentle breeze atop the clouds, the branches and leaves swayed lightly, making a rustling sound akin to heavenly music, refreshing and pleasing.


    Under the Bodhi Tree was a stone table, with two stone stools ced beside it.


    Whoosh!


    A gentle breeze arose.


    Only to see a leaf slowly drifting down.


    In the next moment,


    the leaf transformed into an old man wearing a white robe with a head full of silver hair. His gaze was deep, his eyes carrying a faint smile, giving a feeling of kindness.


    He sat quietly in front of the stone table, yet gave a sense of unreality.


    Clearly close at hand.


    Yet with an illusion of being far away at the horizon.


    Xu Wendong did not expect there would be another elder here. After a brief moment of daze, he quickly bowed in salute, "Junior Xu Wendong, pays respect to Senior!"


    "I am Gutong, the master of the Yuantian Secret Realm!" The old man showed a kind smile, inviting Xu Wendong to sit down. With a wave of his right hand, a tea setnded on the stone table.


    Xu Wendong sat down awkwardly, simultaneously, hearing the Dragon Soul’s astonished shout in his mind, "Gutong? He is Gutong! My heavens, how can it be him?"


    Xu Wendong didn’t know who Gutong was, but hearing the Dragon Soul’s diposed shout, he instantly felt a tingling at the back of his head.


    After all, he is a Divine Dragon!


    "Does this young one know the old man’s name?" Gutong’s smile remained as he seemed to whisper, yet appeared to be conversing with the Dragon Soul.


    In the next moment,


    Dragon Soul flew out from Xu Wendong’s body, forming a virtual shadow of a Dragon Soul over a meter long, respectfully coiling on the stone table, "Senior, you are the first Ancient Sacred Body in the Three Realms, one who achieved Physical Sanctification, this Junior has naturally heard of your name."


    "What?"


    Xu Wendong suddenly sat up, eyes full of astonishment, "Senior is the first Ancient Sacred Body in the Three Realms?"


    He never imagined that,


    one day,


    he would meet the first Ancient Sacred Body.


    Moreover, the person has be a Saint.


    No, no, no.


    A Saint is an invincible existence beyond the Three Realms and the Five Elements, free from Yin and Yang.


    How could a Saint possibly die?


    "Let’s have a cup of tea first!" Gutong softly said. He then took the teapot and poured Xu Wendong a cup, cing it before him.


    Logically, Xu Wendong shouldn’t let Gutong serve him tea, as it would show hecks manners, considering the other person is an elder.


    However,


    his heart was numb with shock from Gutong’s background.


    When Gutong brought the tea over, he then snapped back from his shock, exceptionally cautious, took it, and drank it.


    He did not taste the vor of the tea, but after swallowing it, he felt an indescribable rxation and tranquility, his previously tense mood finally calmed.


    "Senior, why are you here?"


    "Isn’t the Yuantian Secret Realm your burial site?" The Dragon Soul cautiously asked, his eyes full of curiosity.


    He only knew Gutong was the first Ancient Sacred Body, who achieved Physical Sanctification.


    Beyond this,


    he knew nothing about other matters.


    Gutong regarded the Dragon Soul, his gaze deep, "Why is there only a remnant of your soul left?"


    Dragon Soul sighed and said, "Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Realm was invaded by Other Races, countless lives were lost, but I was fortunate enough to leave a remnant of my soul."


    "Many gods perished in that battle."


    It was a past he did not wish to recall.


    Xu Wendong sat quietly at the side, feeling no great emotional turbulence.


    For he always believed that there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.


    There must be other beings beyond the Three Realms.


    For instance, he always believed in extraterrestrial civilizations.


    Gutong’s eyes were calm, "Did the Immortal Realm fall?"


    Dragon Soul chuckled, "Though the Three Realms cultivators suffered great casualties in that battle, the heavens shattered and the earth broke, we sessfully drove the Other Races out of the Three Realms, achieving final victory!"


    His words paused.


    The Dragon Soul’s eyes revealed a look of confusion, "Senior, how do you know about the invasion of Other Races in the Immortal Realm? Even if you became a Saint, you surely couldn’t foresee events millions of yearster?"


    Gutong smiled, "Do you really think, this is the tomb of an old man?"


    Dragon Soul asked bewilderedly, "Isn’t it?"


    Gutong shook his head, "This ce seems like a tomb, but in fact, it is a prison."


    "Even if the Immortal Realm is upied by Other Races, as long as this prison remains unbroken, there is still hope for victory."


    Dragon Soul: "This Junior is ignorant, please enlighten me further, Senior."


    Gutong slowly rose, gazing into the distance. Where his gaze fell, the mist ahead vanished, revealing a deep and bottomless Nine Netherworlds.


    There, a formidable aura surged, as if a Demon God was sealed within.


    Dragon Soul’s voice trembled, "Why would there be an Otherworldly Demon sealed here?"