Six Emperor Weapons Face Off

As they looked at the only mountain range left, everyone sensed something extraordinary about it. The pressure from the Emperor Weapons vanished, and they could all move again.

Under the protection of their Great Abilities, they raced inside. Nearly everyone who had made it this far belonged to a major faction; few independent cultivators remained.

The moment they entered, the ancient cavern stretched before them like a bottomless abyss. Many faces changed. Their divine power was heavily suppressed here.

A supreme pressure came from deep within the cavern, nearly forcing them to their knees.

"An aura comparable to an Ancient Great Emperor's! It's like a fully awakened Extreme Dao Saint Weapon!"

The same thought crossed every mind. They had just felt five such pressures, and the memory was seared into them.

A Divine Thought had appeared, and imperial pressure still lingered. Nothing else could explain it unless a supreme being was buried here.

Everyone was excited. They might witness a miracle, perhaps even see an Emperor Corpse—or an Emperor Weapon.

The ancient cavern wound deep underground, as though it led into the depths of Hell. Cold, foul gusts swept through it, making their hair stand on end. It felt as if something unknown lurked in the dark, watching them.

"Clank... clank..."

The rattle of chains echoed through the cavern, chilling them to the bone. It sounded like a demon in Hell struggling to break its shackles.

As they followed the winding, eerie passage, Jiang Yun felt several warm bodies draw close. The presence of the Divine Thought had unnerved them all.

"Bring out the Emperor Weapons!" Jiang Yun said.

The Taihuang Sword led the way, bathing the cavern in golden light. It took on a sacred air, its earlier gloom gone.

The Green Lotus Emperor Weapon guarded the rear. The