“Seal?” The Fiend Emperor repeated with a frown. Could it be that this ancient emperor still hadn’t perished and was only sealed?

“Correct,” the voice in the tomb said. “When my father was on his throne, many terrifying beasts roamed the world. The most powerful among them were named the Four Perils. The Four Perils were subdued by my father, so they naturally carried great resentment toward him. As such, Shun had the four perils respectively apply a seal, setting up a powerful formation that has suppressed my father for all these years.”

“Four Perils…” The Fiend Emperor silently repeated those words. There was no expression visible on his face.

Meanwhile,  Wu Liang was about to piss his pants. Those Four Perils didn’t sound as if they should be bothered at all! They could even suppress the ancient emperor! The emperors back then were all dominating figures capable of ascension, so they had to at least be stronger than the earth immortals of the present, right? Unfortunately, he knew it would be useless...