"Welcome to the Invincible Corpse Collection System!"

"Ding! You have been cursed by your fiancée Jiang Qingxue. Current remaining lifespan: ten hours. Please renew your life promptly!"

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained the Heaven-Burying Bronze Coffin!"

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a Corpse Map, which records the exact locations of powerful corpses within a radius of ten thousand miles. Follow the map to locate them."

"Ding! Your current enhancement multiplier is: tenfold!"

...

**BOOM!**

A chilling voice echoed as an ancient and enigmatic bronze coffin materialized out of thin air before Lin Wudao.

At the same time!

A weathered scroll appeared in his hand...

It was unmistakably the Heaven-Burying Bronze Coffin and the Corpse Map!

"A system?"

"So, I really have transmigrated!"

Staring at the Heaven-Burying Bronze Coffin and the Corpse Map before him, Lin Wudao finally accepted the truth—he had crossed over and been reborn into an unfamiliar world.

And not just any world—a mythical realm where Great Emperors clashed for supremacy!

Living a Second Life

Lin Wudao was naturally overjoyed.

However.

What filled him with dread was the fact that he now had only ten hours left to live...

"Just reincarnated, and already staring death in the face!"

"This is practically the worst possible start..."

He let out a deep sigh.

With that.

He turned his focus to the Invincible Corpse Collection System.

Moments later!

Lin Wudao finally grasped the system's function.

According to the system's description, as long as he collected the corpses of powerful individuals, he could obtain items they had owned or come into contact with during their lifetimes—moreover, these items would be enhanced versions.

The enhancement multiplier started at a minimum of tenfold!

At its peak, it could elevate an item to its absolute limit...

To grow stronger, he had only one path—collect corpses!

"I only have ten hours left to live. If I want to survive in this world, the system is my only lifeline. Even if there's just a sliver of hope, I must cling to it with everything I've got."

Lin Wudao murmured under his breath.

As he spoke, he unfolded the Corpse-Sealing Map.

Whoosh!

The once-dormant map suddenly shimmered with a faint glow, and in the next instant, a crimson humanoid mark materialized before his eyes.

Amidst the rising radiance, fragments of information flickered into view...

**[Name: Jiang Taichu]**

**[Identity: The Eighth Great Emperor of the Primordial Imperial Clan!]**

**[Cultivation: Ninth Heaven of the Great Emperor Realm]**

**[Burial Site: Divine Ruins]**

**[Status: Deceased]**

...

A sharp inhale escaped Lin Wudao's lips.

A Great Emperor... had fallen near here?

Staring at the information revealed by the Corpse Map, Lin Wudao couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes flashing with overwhelming shock.

An Emperor—the pinnacle of mortal existence!

Such beings were supreme entities capable of suppressing entire realms and dominating epochs. Never in his wildest dreams had Lin Wudao imagined that a fallen Emperor's corpse would lie within the modest borders of the Nine Provinces.

Yet, after the initial astonishment faded, an uncontrollable thrill surged through him.

An Emperor!

What treasures would he obtain if he could claim such a corpse?

Imperial Scriptures?

A Peerless Emperor's Weapon?

The Elixir of Immortality?

One legendary artifact after another flashed through his mind, setting his blood ablaze with excitement.

"The Divine Ruins are a forbidden land of the mortal world," he murmured.

"Ancient legends say they're tied to the War of Gods and Demons from an age long past. Within lie supreme opportunities and fortunes—but also unspeakable horrors."

According to the Corpse Map, Jiang Taichu's remains weren't far from the Divine Ruins—only about eight hundred li away. If he could enter that cursed place, there was a real chance he might succeed in retrieving the corpse.

"The real question is, how do we actually enter the Divine Ruins..."

Lin Wudao furrowed his brow in deep thought.

The Divine Ruins lay hidden in the unfathomable depths of the void.

Ancient legends spoke of its emergence only once every three thousand years—a place shrouded in unimaginable horrors. Even if one managed to enter, survival was far from guaranteed.

What now?

Here lay the corpse of an Emperor right before his eyes, yet he couldn’t even step forward to retrieve it. The frustration gnawed at Lin Wudao like a relentless tide.

**BOOM!**

Just then, an earth-shattering roar erupted from the outside world.

At that very moment, Lin Wudao felt it—an overwhelming, suffocating pressure crashing down upon him, so immense it made his very soul tremble. His breath caught in his throat.

"What the hell was that?"

He flung the door open and whipped his head toward the source of the noise.

**BOOM!**

**BOOM!**

**BOOM!**

...

At the distant horizon, an overwhelmingly powerful man stood wielding an ancient and imposing black cauldron, violently smashing it against the vast void.

The terrifying force he unleashed tore through the heavens!

Countless visible cracks spread across the sky like a shattered mirror...

And then—

Under the relentless assault of that mysterious man, the black cauldron's might pierced through the firmament, forcibly carving out a passage through the void.

"Gods above..."

"What kind of supreme being is that?" Lin Wudao gasped, his voice trembling with awe.

The sight before him left him utterly shaken.

That power... it was anything but mortal.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Just as Lin Wudao stood frozen in shock, an elderly man in green robes rushed toward him in a panic. The moment the old man confirmed Lin Wudao was unharmed, his tense shoulders slumped in relief.

"Young master, thank goodness you're safe!"

"Uncle Han, what in the world just happened? I saw the void itself being torn apart!"

Lin Wudao suppressed his inner shock and inquired.

Hearing this, the old man in green robes remained silent for a long moment before finally speaking in a measured tone.

"Young master, those are the mighty ones of the Primordial Imperial Clan!"

"They are forging a passage into the Divine Ruins..."

Primordial Imperial Clan?

Divine Ruins?

At these words, Lin Wudao's spirits soared.

"The Primordial Imperial Clan also seeks to enter the Divine Ruins?"

"Indeed."

"Ancient legends say that roughly eighty thousand years ago, one of the Primordial Imperial Clan's great emperors—their revered ancestor—met his untimely end within the Divine Ruins. For eighty thousand years, the clan has never ceased their search."

"Whenever the Divine Ruins reappear in the world, they use an Imperial Artifact to forcibly open a passage, sending their people inside to recover the emperor's remains."

"Yet, in all these eighty thousand years... it seems they have never succeeded..."

The old man in green explained patiently, his voice brimming with boundless reverence and awe.

Lin Wudao paid no attention to his reaction.

Right now,

all he knew was that the Ancient Imperial Clan had opened a passage to the Divine Ruins.

"Uncle Han, is entry to the Divine Ruins restricted only to members of the Ancient Imperial Clan?"

"Of course not!"

"Legend has it that the Divine Ruins was once a battlefield from the distant Age of Gods and Demons. The essence and lingering resentment of fallen deities and fiends have coalesced into endless chaotic mist."

"That mist is incredibly sinister—it not only permeates the entire Divine Ruins but also dulls the senses of living beings and even corrodes their cultivation."

"The stronger the being, the greater the harm they suffer upon entering."

"That's why, throughout history, though the Ancient Imperial Clan has used Imperial Artifacts to open the passage each time, they never enter themselves. Instead, they send others to search for the remains of the Great Emperor."

"The Ancient Imperial Clan has vowed to grant three wishes to anyone who helps them recover the Great Emperor's corpse."

"So every time they open the passage, countless adventurers flock to the Divine Ruins, each hoping to find the remains and ascend to greatness overnight..."

So that's how it is!

A gleam of understanding flashed in Lin Wudao's eyes.

Talk about perfect timing!

He had been racking his brain over how to enter the Divine Ruins, and now the Ancient Imperial Clan had conveniently opened the way for him.

Even the heavens are on his side!

At this thought, Lin Wudao took a deep breath and turned his gaze toward the elderly man in blue robes standing beside him.

"Uncle Han, I want to try my luck!"

What?

Young Master, you—

"Uncle Han, my innate talent is mediocre. A hundred years of grueling cultivation would barely match what an ordinary person achieves in a single year. No matter how hard I strive, I’ll never amount to anything in this lifetime."

"So, I want to visit the Divine Ruins—to see if I can defy fate."

Lin Wudao spoke with quiet desperation, his voice tinged with hope.

The old man in blue robes had been about to refuse, but the bleak despair in Lin Wudao’s eyes made him relent with a sigh.

"Very well."

"I’ll escort you there myself..."

With that, the old man flicked his wrist and summoned a spirit vessel. Together, they boarded it and left the estate behind.