The Evil Spirit Race's so-called Ten Weapons, the ten great Primordial Supreme Treasures of the Primordial World, could actually open the Path of Transcendence on Eternal Mountain.
Before that staircase, a doorway slowly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This time, Ancestor Qiankun could not wait to charge out.
To be precise, before that doorway had even opened, he had already rushed over.
This damned place was too dangerous, everyone harboring ghosts in their wombs. He did not know who might suddenly ambush him, so the only way was to move forward alone. If he could seize the opportunity inside, he would no longer have to fear these people.
Unfortunately, no one would let a late-stage Primordial Emperor like him be the first to rush in.
He ran fast, but the others were even faster.
Several other Primordial Supreme Treasures smashed toward Ancestor Qiankun at astonishing speed.
Even though he likewise possessed a Primordial Supreme Treasure, facing the attacks of so many top-tier Big Bosses, he had no power to resist at all. He was directly beaten into flying ash, without even a corpse left behind.
But what puzzled everyone was that after Ancestor Qiankun fell, his Primordial Supreme Treasure suddenly vanished as well.
"Who? Who exactly stole Qiankun's Primordial Supreme Treasure?"
"This is a treasure of the Primordial Star Sea. Hand it over," the Lord of Destiny snorted coldly.
Li Xinghe stepped forward with a calm expression, toying with a small cauldron in his hand. Was that not Ancestor Qiankun's Primordial Supreme Treasure?
"Why court this suffering? A chance not meant for you, forced by brute strength—what awaits in the end can only be death and the scattering of the Dao."
No one knew whether he was mourning Ancestor Qiankun or warning the others.
Perhaps