Exploring the Ancestral Ruins, the Angel Holy Sword Appears!

"The Angel Holy Sword?"

Dai Huabin whispered in his mind.

Ten thousand years ago, Qian Renxue was defeated and fell from her divine position, the Spirit Hall was reduced to ashes, and the Angel God Outfit shattered and scattered throughout the world.

If it were the true Sword of Judgment, its value would be immeasurable.

Dai Huabin suppressed his turbulent thoughts and turned to look at the people beside him.

Zhu Lu was squatting on the ground organizing the map when she noticed his movement and looked up.

"Lulu, you two rest here for a while. I sensed some unusual Soul Power fluctuations in the back mountain valley. I'll be right back."

Dai Huabin reached out and pinched Zhu Lu's cheek.

Ice Empress, who was leaning against a broken pillar and chewing on jerky, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"The entire broken mountain is so barren that even a single weed struggles to grow; what kind of vital energy could it possibly have? Are you just looking for another excuse to slack off somewhere?"

Di Lingxi immediately jumped down from the rock and grabbed Dai Huabin's clothes.

"I want to go too, maybe there are wild fruits on the back mountain."

"The back mountain is all cliffs and precipices, with no fruit."

Dai Huabin slapped Di Lingxi's hand away, his tone resolute.

"Sister Bi Ji, could you please keep an eye on them? I'll go investigate and come right back."

Bi Ji nodded gently, her body radiating a faint emerald glow.

"Go ahead without worry. With Xue'er and me here, nothing will go wrong."

Without further delay, Dai Huabin channeled his Soul Power and slid down the cliff behind the main peak of Pope Mountain.

The mountain wind whistled in my ears.

He stomped on the protruding rocks to absorb the force, and after a few leaps, he landed at the bottom of the canyon.

The canyon is filled with jagged rocks, and the air is thick with the musty smell of earth.

After walking about two miles in the direction Electrolux pointed out, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The ruins of a dilapidated village appeared in a depression hidden by a forest of dead trees.

The houses here are all built with neatly stacked white stones. Although the roofs have long since collapsed, traces of six-winged feather carvings can still be faintly seen on the walls.

The village was deserted, the stone paths were covered with a thick layer of dead leaves and dust, and the well had long since dried up and cracked.

Judging from the degree of weathering, this place has been abandoned for at least several hundred years.

Dai Huabin crushed the withered branches on the ground as he walked among the collapsed stone houses.

"Ten thousand years ago, when the Spirit Hall was destroyed, its core Angel Legion was not completely wiped out. The surviving tribes scattered and went into hiding. Judging from the traces here, a pure branch once thrived here."

He muttered to himself.

Yu Mengdi from the Zhengtian Academy possessed the Angel Martial Soul during the Soul Master Tournament, and Ye Guyi, who will later attain the Holy Angel Soul, will appear in the Sun Moon Empire.

These Angel Martial Soul possessors scattered across the continent are clearly remnants of the former legion's bloodline.

Just as Dai Huabin stood in the circular square in the center of the village, the Eye of Life between his brows emitted a soft green-gold glow.

A semi-transparent, gray, aged figure slowly emerged and hovered in mid-air.

This is the first time Electrolux has manifested his spirit in the present world of the Douluo Continent.

The old man's ghostly figure gazed calmly at the ruins beneath his feet.

"The residents here have long since migrated or died out, but the things underground are still well protected by the magic array."

Electrolux raised his staff and pointed it at the dried-up fountain base in the center of the square.

"It's directly below this place, a hundred meters deep."

Dai Huabin walked to the base of the fountain and placed his hand on the heavy bluestone slab.

A faint warmth emanated from the bottom of his palm, resonating subtly with the light bloodline within him.

"Elder Yi, how do we get down? Should we just smash through it?"

Dai Huabin asked.

Electrolux shook his head slightly, his robes billowing in the wind.

"Rough destruction will trigger the self-destruction restriction left by the ancient priest. Use the Light Magic I taught you to synchronize the fluctuations and merge into the ley lines."

Dai Huabin nodded in agreement.

His Martial Soul then began to vibrate.

"Holy Light White Tiger, Possess Me!"

Dai Huabin gave a low shout.

Platinum tiger fur quickly covered his arms, and a golden "king" character pattern appeared on his forehead, instantly spreading outward with an aura of Ultimate Light and holiness.

Five Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, their light dazzling.

Electrolux raised his ethereal staff, and a gray aura of the undead and a pure source of light intertwined and emanated from it.

"Light Synchronization, Activate."

A halo of golden and white runes enveloped Dai Huabin's body.

Dai Huabin clasped his hands together and poured the holy light power within his body into the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

The sacred patterns on the bluestone slab were instantly activated, and the originally hard granite soil layer was transformed into flowing, light-like mud.

Dai Huabin sank in, his body enveloped in a cocoon of light, and rapidly penetrated the thick rock layer.

Fifteen minutes later.

The resistance beneath my feet completely disappeared.

Dai Huabin landed steadily on a flat stone platform, the light of his Martial Soul illuminating the surroundings.

This is a huge underground lava cavern, with the surrounding rock walls carved into twelve regular domes.

The air was extremely dry and hot, and all the rock surfaces shimmered with a pale golden luster.

In the very center of the hollow stood a three-story octagonal white jade altar.

The altar was surrounded by dried-up grooves, and eight broken stone pillars were stuck diagonally along the edge, covered with ancient divine symbols of judgment.

At the very top of the altar, a long sword made entirely of gleaming gold floats.

The longsword was about four feet long, with six outstretched wing-shaped guards carved on the hilt, and the blade was covered with intricate golden-red sacred runes.

Without any Soul Power being activated, the space around the sword's edge continued to distort, emanating a suffocating aura of judgment and sentencing.

Even standing just ten meters away, Dai Huabin could feel a burning, stinging pain on his skin, like being pricked by needles.

Electrolux's spirit floated down beside Dai Huabin, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

"This is a divine artifact!"

The old man's voice echoed in the hollow, extremely resolute.

"Although its Divine Core was damaged and most of its divine power was lost, its materials and fundamental rules are still those of a genuine divine creation."

Dai Huabin clenched his fist, the muscles in his arm tensing.

"The true form of the Angel Holy Sword... it really remained here."

Ten thousand years ago, the two gods were defeated, and the Angel Godhood was shattered. This divine artifact obviously also fell to the mortal world and was secretly sealed underground in the ancestral land by its loyal descendants.

Don't be careless.

Electrolux reminded him.

"Although the sword spirit is asleep, the divine weapon's instinct still repels outsiders. Without a pure heart of light or a strong obsession, anyone who touches it will be burned to ashes by the Sun True Fire."

Dai Huabin took a step forward, climbing the white jade steps one by one.

As soon as they reached the second level, the eight stone pillars surrounding the altar suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.

Golden flames erupted from the sword, transforming into a gigantic Six-Winged Angel phantom, wielding a lightsaber and looking down at the intruders.

A violent, divine pressure crashed down like a mountain.