Using a thought, Qingfeng Li retrieved a spirit vessel from his interspatial ring. This spirit vessel was very large, a full five hundred feet wide. He had obtained it after killing the Monarch of the Wind Eagle Top-Tier Dynasty. He had erased the Soul Mark from the vessel, and now it was his.

Qingfeng Li stepped onto the vessel. Instructing the others to sit behind him, he drove the vessel forward toward the Sun Monarch's Tomb.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

In the sky, Qingfeng Li saw many other spirit vessels, flying Dharma treasures, and flying demonic beasts. These all bore a large number of self-cultivators upon them as they flew toward the location of the Tomb of the Sun.

They, like Qingfeng Li, had noticed the appearance of the Tomb of the Sun and wanted to try their luck in grabbing some of the treasures.

From the various flying objects, there radiated countless waves of powerful energies. Each of them was powerful enough to suppress heaven and earth, not losing to Qingfeng Li's in the slightest.

Xue Lin walked up to Qingfeng Li's side. "Honey," she said, "how come these people are all so strong?"

Qingfeng Li nodded, smiling. "Of course," he said. "Those who were able to enter the Sun Mystic Realm had to be the strongest self-cultivators in all of the Crimson Fire Continent. Normal people don't have the right to come here."

Beside them, the Peach Blossom She-Devil continued for him, "Sister Xue, let me explain. In all of the Crimson Fire Continent, the most powerful person is no doubt the ruler of the planet, the Crimson Fire Monarch. He rules over all of the Crimson Fire Continent as the most powerful self-cultivator therein.

Of course, there are three other Emperors who are at the same level as the Crimson Fire Monarch. None of these four have entered the Sun Mystic Realm. However, their descendants, the Emperors of their Supreme Dynasties, are here.

Xue Lin's bright pupils turned in their sockets thoughtfully. "The four Kings of the Supreme Dynasties," she spoke with a smile, "Are they powerful? What level are they?"

The Peach Blossom She-Devil drew in a deep breath. "Sister Xue," she said, "these four Supreme Dynasties each sent their Kings, the King of the Crimson Fire Supreme Dynasty, Huozhu Chi; the Queen of the Blood Sea Supreme Dynasty, Linglong Xue; the King of the Sky-Breaking Supreme Dynasty, Jun Po; and the King of the Dark Soil Supreme Dynasty, Xie Ming.

These are famous figures across the world of self-cultivators, second only to the four Emperors. Together, they rule over half of the total area of the Crimson Fire Continent. If I were to encounter the King or Queen of a Supreme Dynasty, they could kill me in one blow. This is the difference between them and us."

Xue Lin drew in a breath in shock. She originally thought that, having reached a break through, she would be able to help Qingfeng Li this time around. She hadn't expected the enemies they faced now to be even stronger.

In reality, Xue Lin wasn't afraid. By now, she had awakened one thousandth of her Ice Phoenix Bloodline and was able to use some of its power.

The Ice Phoenix Bloodline had originated from one of the Ten Great G.o.dly Beasts of the Primordial Universe. It had a powerful suppressive effect on other demonic beast bloodlines.

Qingfeng Li and company traveled quickly in their spirit vessel. In just five minutes, they had flown ten thousand kilometers and arrived at the Tomb of the Sun.

Qingfeng Li frowned, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng as he discovered that, before them, there was a ma.s.sive crater measuring a hundred thousand feet across. It was deeper than the eye could see and emitted a chilling cold from its depths.

Before the hole, there was a ma.s.sive golden door that stood ten thousand feet high. It was forged from Ninth Grade solar meteor stone and carved with array formations.

Such a st.u.r.dy door wasn't something the average self-cultivator could break through. And so, around this defensive barrier, there gathered ma.s.ses of self-cultivators. They crowded around like a swarm of locusts, nearly ten thousand strong.

Qingfeng Li had arrived somewhat late, falling toward the back end of the crowd. As for the self-cultivators up ahead, he didn't recognize them.

Qingfeng Li glanced at Ya Yun. "Can you tell me about the people in front of me and the organizations they belong to? I'd like to have an idea of what we're up against."

Ya Yun nodded. Pointing toward the group standing furthest to the east, she began, "He's the King of the Crimson Fire Dynasty, Huozhu Chi. He belongs to the Supreme Dynasty founded by the descendants of the Crimson Fire Monarch."

Qingfeng Li's eyes grew cold as he gazed toward the east. He saw a middle-aged man, tall and broad. He had blocky ears and a wide mouth, and eyes that looked down on everything in the world.

The other self-cultivators stayed at least five hundred meters from this group, not daring to approach them. They were the descendants of the ruler of the planet, and some of the most powerful people on the continent.