A Volcano-Stone-Grilled Sausage Was More Like a Dragon

The strange phenomena between heaven and earth gradually faded away. The afterglow left behind by Taibai's Baleful Intent stretched across half the sky like rays of light. The brilliant golden streams dimmed, but white, cloudlike trails still remained.

The pure white was gradually stained blue-purple by the sunset on the horizon. Then it turned dusky yellow, and finally, after night fell, became a dim gray-blue.

An Jing had forged his weapon through enlightenment, with the Fate Grid of the Jiuli Weapon Master as his support. He had transformed his Origin Fate Dharma Treasure into a spirit-infused Divine Weapon: a piece of Taibai Battle Armor.

Perhaps it was because of Taibai's overwhelming Baleful Intent, or perhaps because An Jing had created a Divine Weapon with the potential to become Tianwu, an achievement that had shaken every faction. Either way, every Spirit Land within the Mingjing Sect fell silent. Birds and sparrows stopped chirping, insects stopped calling, and even the cattle and sheep in Muyuan fell quiet, calmly chewing their pasture grass.

But on Mingguang Peak, a lively gathering had begun once more. The entire peak was aglow with lights, and the faint fragrance of wine filled the air.

To celebrate An Jing's forging of his Origin Fate Divine Armor, True Disciples and True Persons from every peak had come to offer their congratulations. Even the True Lords of the various peaks had sent their regards. Chenyinzi, An Jing's Grandmaster, was there to preside over the gathering; in a rare move, he even shared a cup of wine with his eldest disciple, Ming Heguang. The whole Mingjing Sect was in high spirits.

In the eyes of ordinary disciples, ever since An Jing's arrival, the Mingjing Sect had been like oil simmering over a roaring flame, growing more prosperous and powerful by the