"Who exactly are you?!"
The panicked voice echoed through Burial Valley of Weapons like heavenly music, exceptionally beautiful and pleasant.
"Something's wrong with that woman!"
Martial Ancestor's Mark suddenly looked solemnly at the woman holding the War Sword. That transcendent figure was the only spirit of an Ancestor God Weapon who still had the strength to resist under Yan Kuan's suppression. A hazy yellow silhouette suddenly appeared beside her, and the two overlapped from time to time.
The mysterious woman repeatedly merged with and separated from the hazy yellow figure, dreamlike and illusory. She could actually struggle faintly within Yan Kuan's descending palm.
"Her origins are terrifying. Even the Ancestor Gods who sealed the Bagua back then were deceived by her. Fortunately, this lord descended here."
Martial Ancestor's Mark recalled, "Back then, Ancestor God Nüwa searched everywhere for materials to forge Ancestor God Weapons. By chance, she discovered the ruins of a destroyed civilization and excavated blood-mud formed from the remains of an Ancestor God from the previous age of civilization.
That could be called an exceedingly precious material. But after Ancestor God Nüwa had gathered all the divine materials needed to forge an Ancestor God Weapon, she halted the plan. She felt that using an Ancestor God's blood-mud as material was far too disrespectful and cruel...
Unexpectedly, after endless years had passed, the Ancestor God's bones, flesh, and blood fused with those divine materials that had been discarded nearby on their own. They somehow entered Burial Valley of Weapons and became an unimaginable Ancestor God Weapon. Or perhaps she was an Ancestor God reborn..."
"My lord, if you are willing to spare me, this humble woman is willing to pay any price..."
The mysterious woman tried to beguile Yan Kuan. Her heavenly laughter carried certain hidden implications, while she