Nevertheless, Ye Fan was well aware that this slackening of his realm was only an illusion. Breaking through would still require countless years of accumulation.
Over a period of time, Ye Fan discovered several mysterious locations.
The first was a yellow soil tomb.
Enormous beyond measure, the scale of a small hill, it was steeped in the potent power of curses. Cold gusts blew continuously, as if from an origin point of curses. A torrent of black fog shrouded it, with blood-red lightning flickering intermittently within.
At a glance, Ye Fan could tell it was an Immortal's Tomb. It possibly held the remains of a being at the Immortal King Level.
However, merely an Immortal King Tomb did not attract his interest. An Immortal King, despite their immense power that ranked them among the final realms of this path, capable of overturning heaven and earth with a wave of their hand and casually annihilating myriad territories, was nothing special to him.