Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1431 - Golden Spirit Netherspace Sand

Chen Fan didn’t expect that someone would try to assassinate him the second he entered the ancient emperor’s tomb. The ambush left him with some injuries.

Though his power had soared—enough to beat a peak eighth-stage half-immortal—he still wasn’t prepared for a sudden strike from a ninth-stage expert. Part of it was the timing, as he had no chance to defend himself. But the real reason was simple: his opponent’s strength far surpassed his own.

A chilling light shot out of this blue-clothed man. Seeing Chen Fan making use of the force of his attack to charge deeper into the tomb, the man’s eyes gleamed with realization. He sneered, his figure flashing into a streak of blue light as he gave chase.

“Cunning brat, thinking of running? That’s not happening! I’ve had my eye on you for a long time!”

“It’s Chu Yun! Heavens, it’s actually Chu Yun, ranked tenth on the Immortal Conferral Leaderboard!”

“Chu Yun is indeed a ninth-stage half-immortal.”

The crowd instantly recognized the man in blue clothing and cried out in shock.

Chen Fan and Chu Yun were too fast. They disappeared from the crowd’s sight almost instantly, leaving them staring with their tongue tied.

“Chen Fan! Surrender quietly and hand over the Immortal Emperor’s legacy!”

Chu Yun’s voice echoed through the tomb as he pursued relentlessly, sticking to Chen Fan like a shadow. Despite his speed, the tomb’s narrow passages gave Chen Fan no chance to shake him off.

Chen Fan’s expression was very cold. He wasn’t afraid of a ninth-stage half-immortal, but he could barely keep himself against one. So, he could only flee now.

He came to the ancient emperor’s tomb to search for treasures. If Chu Yun kept chasing after him, he would have no way to search for opportunities or treasures.

“Wrath Emperor’s Fist!”

Chen Fan unleashed a punch. Endless wrath qi surged out from the gap between his fingers, coiling into a raging dragon that bared its fangs and claws as it charged straight toward Chu Yun.

Boom!

The collision was deafening, like steel grinding against steel. The air trembled, and a vast pocket of space caved in, dissolving into fragments within seconds.

Pfft!

Chen Fan flew out like a kite with its strings snapped. He had to admit that a ninth-stage half-immortal realm expert was far beyond what he could handle right now.

Using the recoil to his advantage, he flew back even faster. His Wings of Rain Dragon unfurled; in an instant, he shot hundreds of kilometers away, a streak of golden light vanishing into the distance.

Rumble!

The moment he flew away, he heard a loud boom. The space he’d just left collapsed into a void, shattered by Chu Yun’s palm strike.

Chen Fan didn’t dare to stay around any longer. He beat his Wings of Rain Dragon furiously, fleeing for his life.

Behind him, Chu Yun’s killing intent grew even sharper. Seeing Chen Fan trade injury for distance left him both enraged and uneasy.

“Don’t think you can escape from me!” Chu Yun roared viciously, chasing Chen Fan.

Ten days later, Chen Fan landed in a remote mountain valley.

“I should have thrown him off my trail,” he muttered, exhaling a long, weary breath. His face was pale, his body trembling with fatigue.

For the past ten days and nights, he had been fleeing continuously, not daring to waste any time catching his breath. The path had been perilous. Powerful law creatures lurked in nearly every corner of the tomb.

Time and again, he strayed into forbidden zones and barely escaped with his life. Yet he hadn’t dared to linger, for Chu Yun was always close. One pause, and he would have been caught.

If it were any other ordinary peak Void Immortal martial artists in Chen Fan’s place, they would have exhausted their true primeval long ago in such a fierce pursuit. Even with monstrous recovery speed, they could never have compensated for the constant consumption.

Only someone like him, with a remarkably robust foundation, could have held on until now. However, even for Chen Fan, he had only ten to twenty percent of his true primeval left. With his recovery rate in mind, one could imagine just how terrifying the chase over the past ten days had been.

“Just you wait,” Chen Fan murmured, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes. “Next time we meet, it’s hard to say who will be fleeing for their life.”

He had spent the last ten days being hunted like a cornered animal. Although they didn’t clash directly, the relentless pursuit had been maddening. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fortunately, the ancient emperor’s tomb was vast beyond imagination, its complex interior giving Chen Fan enough space to evade capture. Without it, Chu Yun would have caught him long ago.

“But I’m now separated from Xiao Ruyue and the others. It can’t be helped. I’ll have to try to reach the tomb’s core on my own, as we agreed.”

Chen Fan’s gaze flickered again.

According to his prior agreement with Xiao Ruyue and the others, if they got separated in the tomb, they would make their way to the tomb’s core area on their own and gather there to search for opportunities and legacies.

However, Chen Fan didn’t have a map of the ancient emperor’s tomb. He was like a headless fly, stumbling through the labyrinthine passages, forced to find his way slowly.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit amused.

He had entered the tombs of powerful figures before, and quite a few times, at that. The treasures and opportunities he had obtained in those ventures were part of the reason his cultivation had grown so rapidly.

But compared to the tombs of other powerful figures, this ancient emperor’s resting place was on an entirely different level—a pauper’s hovel versus a wealthy tycoon’s mansion.

Over the past ten days of fleeing, Chen Fan had moved relentlessly. At his current speed, he could cover dozens of kilometers in an instant, so the total distance he had traversed was simply unimaginable.

Still, it was obvious to him that he was still in the outer periphery of the tomb. The tomb was unthinkably vast.

The vastness of the ancient emperor’s tomb had simply reached an unthinkable level.

However, Chen Fan quickly understood why.

Even the weakest ancient emperor was an Immortal Emperor-level existence. They were a figure who, in the present Heavenly Realm, would be an unstoppable behemoth capable of shaking the entire realm with a single stamp of their feet.

Such a figure would be a notable presence even in the primordial era, when the martial path was in full bloom. It made perfect sense that their tomb would be of such grand scale.

Of course, Chen Fan didn’t dwell on that thought. The size of the tomb mattered little to him. He was far more curious about which emperor had created it.

After spending half a day recovering, Chen Fan began exploring like a headless fly.

This ancient emperor’s tomb was unlike traditional burial sites, featuring an underground palace or crypt. It felt more like wandering through a hidden realm.

On that day, he entered a small space and spotted golden grains of sand drifting like a river from afar.

“Hmm? That is?!

“Golden Spirit Netherspace Sand!

Recognition sparked in his eyes, and they immediately shone with excitement.