An emperor's scripture.
An emperor's scripture, a Void Refining inheritance, lay right before his eyes!
The blood-robed Daoist stopped in his tracks. Even the hand holding his sword began to tremble as he stared fixedly at the plain, dark-green bamboo slips. Turmoil surged through his heart like rivers overturning seas.
The path to becoming an emperor was right here!
"The imperial realm..."
The blood-robed Daoist actually looked hesitant, even afraid. For a moment, he did not dare approach, his earlier bloodthirsty madness gone.
Countless gazes converged on this place.
Mo Shan's eyes turned bloodred. Loyal as he was, he nearly lost his reason before such an emperor's scripture. He wanted nothing more than to rush forward and seize it.
Yet wisps of blood-colored Sword Qi slowly spread across his head even while the blood-robed Daoist stood in a daze, their edges pointing inward like countless barbs of blood.
With every step Mo Shan took, the bloody sword-thorns pierced deeper into his body and his soul.
At last, Mo Shan no longer dared move. His whole body went cold.
Countless strands of blood-colored Sword Qi ran through his body. One more step, and that terrifying Sword Qi would pierce his soul through.
"The emperor was a fool..."
Sinking Mountain King glared at the lowly servant.
For a direct descendant of the Flame Stone Family like him, an emperor's scripture was exceedingly precious, but not impossible to obtain. Only his own talent and resources limited his breakthrough.
But this was a mere servant!
A servant had received an emperor's scripture. An inexplicable, frenzied urge to kill rose in Sinking Mountain King's heart, nearly more than he could bear.
It was the instinct of a being born to a race that ruled a domain.
"An emperor's scripture..."
"In my lifetime, I have finally