The Unity

"Hm? A King's Weapon?"

Although the Qingqiu Dao encampment had not joined in causing chaos or supporting the Juling Society, the old woman had been keeping a close eye on the situation.

Now, as that dark-green radiance spread and swept across all things, she immediately caught its "scent" and realized the Juling Society had revived a King's Weapon.

Why was she so certain?

Because the Qingqiu Dao had once possessed something similar.

Unfortunately, during its earlier conflict with the Sin Lord, Qingqiu Dao had been defeated, and that Jie Realm Great Being had taken it.

As a result, Qingqiu Dao had lost one of its most important foundations.

"Since they've already used the Royal Dao Talisman Soldiers..."

The old woman's eyes shifted slightly as she made a confident guess:

"It seems the Juling Society has reached the brink of danger."

Having once belonged to a sect that wielded a Royal Dao weapon, the old woman naturally knew just how great a price had to be paid to revive a King's Weapon in this era.

Only a martial artist at the peak of the Extreme Realm would be qualified to do so.

Afterward, that martial artist would suffer anything from a ruined foundation and a future cut short to something far worse.

In the worst cases, the Royal Dao Talisman Soldiers would suck them dry, leaving not a trace behind.

That was why she was so certain in her judgment:

The Juling Society must have run into a tremendous crisis.

Otherwise, who would willingly do such a thing?

Reviving a King's Weapon was practically a hopeless road to ruin for the person who wielded it.

Top-tier Extreme Realm martial artists weren't cabbages growing in a field. Even a sect like the Juling Society probably had only a handful of them. They