A Storm Beneath the Surface
Leon frowned slightly when he heard the words.
"Treasure? An old turtle carrying a coffin? Could it be related to a Martial Emperor's tomb?"
The thought didn't come out of nowhere.
Deep down, he already had a vague answer.
So… I wasn't the only one who noticed it.
The uninhabited region of the Forsaken Domain had never been truly silent. It only looked that way on the surface. Beneath it—currents had always been moving.
Now, those currents were breaking through.
If even ordinary cultivators had started sensing something, then the truth was simple—
The tomb… was about to emerge.
Leon's gaze grew deeper.
Originally, his plan had been clear.
After the Martial Meeting, he would enter seclusion for a year. Refine everything. Break through cleanly into the pinnacle Realm.
No distractions.
No risks.
But now…
The situation had changed.
The Eastern Wasteland was already trembling. Signs were appearing one after another. Chaos wasn't coming—
