"That child is neither focused nor serious about his cultivation. What if his reporting leaks something even more important some day?" someone commented.

The old woman casually replied, "Everyone has their own path, and he is walking down his own. Others similarly walk down their own paths, and there is no need to take responsibility for another’s affairs."

The picture of the tribulation crystal pillar had been taken by Wu Da, the man who aspired to be the greatest reporter in the universe.

In the Neoverse, at the peak of Mt. Microcosms, Arch-Elder Zen had his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at a screen with Tombkeeper on it. "Is this what you expected? Burial Garden remained closed not just because the Rune Progenitor’s remnant power blocked the Sixth Mainland, but more so because it was not yet time. You have waited many years for this moment."

Tombkeeper looked back at Arch-Elder Zen through muddyeyes. “It is not me, but Burial Garden itself. Burial Garden has been waiting for many years."

"Waiting for the ancient bloodlines?" Arch-Elder Zen pressed.

Tombkeeper let out a sigh. "Burial Garden was originally a cemetery from the ancient era. In order to awaken anything from back then, only the ancient bloodlines will suffice."

"Why haven’t you sought them out yourselves?" Arch-Elder Zen asked.

Tombkeeper just shook his head. "We don't have any means of tracking down those with ancient bloodlines. Only the...