The Strongest Businessman - 166 Chapter 166

The crowd rejoiced when they heard that the Immortal Tomb has finally opened. They camped on this mountain range for months to know what the giant Immortal Tomb holds.

Though they were not truly sure who was the one who was buried within, just the fact that it suddenly appeared floating on the sky two months ago without anyone sensing its presence before it showed up, shows how powerful the expert buried inside was.

They could not do anything to it because of the mysterioust mist surround the tomb and the terrifying defenses of the Immortal Tomb! No matter what they did, they could not breach its walls.

Now, the gigantic gates of the tomb has finally opened! How could they not be excited?!

"Hahahah, the tomb has finally opened! We have waited a long time for this!" A Mortal Severing cultivator from the Golden Saint Church of Mystic Yellow Cloud State chortled.

"But who is this Maelstrom Sword Immortal the voice told us about? Is he an Immortal Saint Cultivator?" A Palace Formation Realm Expert from the Concealing Sun Sect of the Mystic Orange Cloud State.

"Who is he? He is the pride of our Mystic Blue State! He is the strongest sword cultivator of his era who wielded the power of wind and water! It is said that he has reached the peak stages of the Immortal Saint Realm! He was so mighty that he could fight toe to toe with True King Ramiel for 3 days straight!" A blue robed man from the Ethereal Sea Palace of the Mystic Blue Cloud State proudly disclosed.

Although Maelstrom Sword Immortal was defeated in the end, to be able to fight with the near invincible True Kings of the Mystical Clouds Country for tens of thousands of exchange before being defeated was a feat that only eonic geniuses could do. The Maelstrom Sword Immortal was one with such prowess.

"He's that strong?! He could fight the True King with the greatest destructive strength of the five True Kings?" A female from the Mystic Red State said.

"Hahaha! The Immortal Tomb opened quickly after we arrived. The fated one mentioned must be one of us!" A handsome cultivator ,that came from the reinforcements from the Inner Proximity Cities of the Mystic Red Cloud State, assumed happily.

But his words were not without reason, most of the Inner Procimity Cities arrived in the last three days with different intervals. Their group on the other hand, just arrived this morning.

"Hmph, the inheritance of Lord Maelstrom shall belong to us! He is our state's ancestor after all. Thus, it is only right that the inheritance belong to us." A legacy disciple of the Ethereal Sea Palace declared.

"Belong to your state? Then, why didn't he just create his tomb on your state, huh? But, he didn't. That means he does not feel the slightest patriotism to your state. Heh." The handsome young man retorted.

"Err…" The disciple bit his lips in embarassment. He could not think of a retort to the the man's words. He looked hatefully at the man for he really wanted to embarass him to not embarass his sect.

"Indeed, a reply that came from ignorant apes. If you had only read just half of the history of Mystical Clouds, you would have discovered that after their battle, the Maelstrom Sword Immortal became True King's Ramiel head general, a status not lower than the Thundercloud Kings." A cold looking snow-haired gorgeous lady, of the Ethereal Sea Palace, floated forwards and looked down upon the handsome young man and his group with her deep blue eyes. It was evident that she was a Breaking Demarcation Realm and she did not even look older han 23!

"He participated on the war against the large scale beast tide which happened here. Unfortunately, he fell when he fought against ten Beast Emperors by himself on the Forest Pass not far from here. However, before he died, he killed four and severely injured the rest. This shows how much power Lord Maelstrom holds." The cold beauty continued.

"I…" the handsome young man was speechless. He never expected such things to actually happen. He was a mere commoner who managed to endure hardships and cultivate until the Palace Formation Realm. He did not have the proper education that nobles have or the time to rummage through the library as he was too busy cultivating.

"Look, there is already someone who is going towards the gate!" Someon suddenly exclaimed as the attention of everyone present went onto the gates of the tomb.

Indeed, they saw a person who was running all his might to enter the doors of the Immortal Tomb of the Malestrom Sword Immortal. Upon cooser look, he was not alone; in fact, he had three others who were accompanying him. The group of four did not hesitate and directly entered the tomb!

"Why should we debate on who goes there? The owner wants to find a worthy heir! It said that it gives everyone an equal chance to seize their own good fortune! Thus, it is a free for all, whoever is strong enough is worthy!" A legacy disciple of the Golden Saint Church pointed out as he and his group dashed to the gates.

"He's right! Due to this pointless banter, someone has already entered the tomb and taken the lead! My fellow Sea Guardians, let's go and seize the inheriantance of our ancestor, Lord Maelstrom!" The ice cold beauty rallied her troops as they made their way to the Immortal Tomb.

"Sieze the inheritance!" Six other individuals released their Severing Origin Energies and followed the snow haired beauty.

"Kyahahaha, now things are getting fun!" A long green haired man with a muscular yet slender body laughed wildly as he licked his lips. He wore a tigerskin robe but did not button it showing his rock hard abs and white pants with green patterns on the sides which seemed to depict vines.

"Brothers, it's time to hoard us some treasure! Jungle Lords, hunt!" The wild looking green haired man smirked amusingly as he also soared towards the air and leaped towards the tomb.

"Hunt!" Four more individuals roared with the same wildness and savageness their leader had.

The other number one sects of each state also had similar elites who initiated their search for heavenly treasures and the inheritance within Maelstrom Sword Immortal's Tomb.

"We must not let them get too much of headstart! Let's go!" The handsome young man who was caught with the debate earlier shouted while he and his team sprinted towards the tomb to compete with the other groups which have already entered.

"Let's go! Like what the mysterious voice said, we all have a chance!" Similarly, all of the groups of experts who came from the Inner Proximity Cities of the Mystical Red State roared in unison!

"Charge!" The hundreds of thousands of the cultivators present went towards the Immortal Tomb on top of the mountain. Fights occured in order to get in to the large gate. The million cultivators quickly dwindled down due to the carnage!

…

A large emerald castle could be seen on the eastside of the mountain range. Within, the king of the Jungle Hall, Balmund Destrak, was found sitting on a throne talking with his advisor.

This man had dangling wavy green hair on his shoulders with a crown sitting atop his head and had a pair of piercing gold eyes. His kings robe was unbuttoned showing his well-toned and crafted body. His arms was currently on the armrest of his throne and his knuckles relaxed on the edge of it while his feet were opened widely. He currently had a wide smile on his face when he heard the opening of the Immortal Tomb.

"Hahahaha, the tomb has opened! How fortunate. It seems like your idea of using the Grand Blood Sacrifice Array is not going to be used anymore. Although you fixed the problem of genocide already, it was still rather opposed by the Golden Saint Chruch, Mystical Magnate Tower, and Ethereal Sea Palace and most of the True King Clans." Balmund laughed.

"I am glad that this is how things had transpired, milord. This way we would not have to resort to sacrifice. Although I have personally reconstructed the Blood Sacrifice Array to reduce the severity of its activation by distributing the need of blood to a large number of cultuvators, we would have still suffered the loss of at most thirty thousand lives. Their apprehensions are not misplaced." The white robed scholar in front of Balmund replied humbly.

If Dylan were here, he would be dumbfounded. This man actually reconstructed the Grand Blood Sacrifice Array that no Formation Master could modify ever since it's discovery!

Reducing the severity of the effects of the array by distributing the requirement of blood to over a million cultivators with the calculated deaths only at thirty thousands? The mortality was only around 3%! This is like heaven and earth compared to the damage that can be caused by the original array which was a hundred percent of the lives which participated!

To do something like this, a supreme genius on the art of formations is required. And, this was exactly who this white robed scholar is. He was King Balmund's chancellor and the Jungle Hall's First Elder, Yohan Eisenwald.

The greatest Formation Master genius to have ever lived in the Mystical Clouds. Reaching the Tier 9 Formation Emperor and Half Saint Realm at the same time by the time he aged 120! He eventually chose to serve under the strongest man in his state, Balmund Destrak!

"But in the end, they still agreed with the idea after not being able to find a way to breach the defenses of the Immortal Tomb." The king snickered.

"When should we send our elites, my lord?" Yohan asked his king.

"We shall wait for the others to make their move." Balmund calmly stated.

"My king is becoming wiser each day." Yohan praised his king with a warm smile.

"Th credit goes to you, Yohan. You made this brute become a real king and for that, I am grateful for your service and fidelity." Balmund stood up and patted Yohan's shoulders as he thanked him.

"I merely assisted the king to the right direction for he already has the qualities of a fine king." Yohan replied to Balmund as though he was talking with a brother.

…

Within the camp of the Mystical Magnate Tower…

A gray haired middle aged man wearing a red robe with golden engravings that exuded mysterious aura. This man could definitely be described as handsome even at his present age, making one infer how incomparably dashing he could be in his youth. This man was Aiden Cainsfrost, one of the four Tower lords of the Mystical Magnate Tower.

"My lord, it seems like we don't have to proceed with tomorrow's plan." A beautiful black haired lady appeared in front of him.

"That is for the better. If we can find a way with no sacrifice, we will choose this way regardless of the outcome. The Mystical Magnate Tower's ultimate purpose is to protect the citizens of state and not to take away lives. Anyways, have you done a thorough check on the individuals who just arrived today?" Aiden lamented.

"Among the people who just arrived, there are only a few people which could be considered talented and even fewer to be called genius. Among these geniuses, only three of them are sword cultivators. All three are at the Palace Establishment Stage with ages 38-40." The lady quickly replied.

"Hmm. Good, you can leave for now." Aiden seemed to be in deep thought before he spoke again.

"My lord." The lady was hesitating before suddenly asking.

"Yes?" Aiden raised his brows.

"There are over millions of cultivators that would try to enter the tomb of Lord Maelstrom. Are you sure we should not try and stop them? Although the legacy disciples are strong, the disciples might meet some unforeseen end." The lady said in concern.

"There is no need to worry. I am suffeciently confident on the skills of the Tower Kings. This can be considered as another form of trial to them and help them gain more experience. This is what the other powers are also thinking that is why no one prevented them from entering. If I am not wrong, the tomb should have several spaces that would distribute the number of people who will enter it. Being at the peak of the Immortal Saint Realm, the Maelstrom Sword Immortal could create more than twenty pocket spaces. Thus, there should not be a problem housing a million people in the tomb." Aiden explained his intentions and his confidence on his disciples.

"I see…" The lady nodded after understanding the situation.

"If they fail, that only means they are not fated for the inheritance. The thing I am really concerned with right now is the person who the tomb spirit sensed as destined to inherit the sword and sacred art of Maelstrom Sword Immortal. We must recruit him/her no matter what the cost!" Aiden balled his fist and stood up as he spoke.