“Boom!” The bronze gate of the tomb sealed for a thousand years cracked under the impact, and the sharp snap of the breaking black iron chains pierced the silence.
Su Xuan clutched his rusted tomb-keeper’s blade and stared at the nine-headed thunder beast outside the cave, its eyes shining like golden lamps. It was the first living creature he had seen in a thousand years of guarding the tomb, but it was also the harbinger of his death.
“Pfft!” The beast’s tail spike pierced his left shoulder. Blood splashed across the four characters “Heaven-Burying Dao Palace” carved into the bronze gate, and in the midst of the agony, a beam of light suddenly burst open in his mind.
“Moment of sudden insight triggered: analyzing the thunder beast’s Nine Heavens Thunder Patterns and merging them with Tomb-Keeper Blade Art to create Thunder Shatters the Nine Heavens!”
Purple lightning suddenly blazed along the bloodstained blade, and Su Xuan leaped against the storm of lightning.
As the thunder beast’s final roar faded, he touched the ancient Dao markings that had suddenly appeared behind the gate and heard a whisper from within his bloodline: “The Dao Seed... should awaken now.”
The great calamity was coming. This world believed he was the lowliest of tomb keepers, unaware that his sudden insights could tear apart every scheme.
