The treasure light was crimson, seemingly cast by something perfectly round that hung high in the heavens. It could blot out the sun, the moon, and countless stars, leaving only literary star light unaffected.
As the treasure light appeared, heaven and earth went pitch-black, then boundless red radiance blazed across the world.
The sky was like blood.
The Great Xia Nine Tripods were a manifestation of the Human Race's national fortune contending for supremacy, not true divine artifacts. Yet their power far surpassed that of a Second Saint's literary treasure. Even so, the blood-red treasure light obstructed them.
The Yangtze Dragon, the Great Xia Nine Tripods, and the red treasure light remained locked in a stalemate in the sky, unable to spare attention for anything else.
Beneath Yueyang Tower, the onlookers' eyes flashed with wonder and disbelief. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that a mere literary assembly could spark a clash on this level.
Ge Yiming suddenly smiled and used Tongue Blossoms Thunder. "I imagine none of you are unfamiliar with the Great Xia Nine Tripods. Their power stands on the same level as the Historian Way Stone Gate, the Myriad Victories Tiger Tally, or the Sacred Way Codex-profound, mysterious, and beyond fathoming. Just three tripods completely suppressed and sealed the Yangtze Dragon. I need not say more about their might. Yet that red light can hold the Great Xia Nine Tripods in check. Everyone, do you know what that means? It means this is a saint's treasure comparable to the original Spring and Autumn Annals. A Dragon Sage from the Four Seas Dragon Palaces must have lent it!"
Many people looked at Ge Yiming with utter disgust. His opposition to Fang Yun was perfectly understandable; everyone had their own aspirations, after all, and could not be