The Slaying Immortal Gourd hung high in the heavens, devouring the skyful of bloody wind and rain. Scarcely any of it reached the ground.
Gods and demons wailed at the gourd's mouth, their cries like ten thousand ghosts lamenting. They struggled and shrieked as though trying to break free.
They shouted themselves hoarse, seeming to protest something, but in the end they could only sink into the Big Black Gourd.
"An Extreme Dao Weapon! An extension of an Ancient Emperor's life!"
Those words drifted once more through the minds of the thousands of cultivators. A crisis that, to them, could engulf several star regions and still prove impossible to withstand had been effortlessly resolved with an Ultimate Dao Artifact.
Jiang Yun watched their reactions and the longing in their eyes, and nodded inwardly with satisfaction.
He had brought these people not only because he needed their help with certain tasks. He also hoped to select some of them in the future and form a battle formation to wield Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons.
After all, he had too many Extreme Dao Artifacts at his disposal. Wielding two or three himself was already enough to bring out his greatest power; any more would become a burden.
If these people grew stronger, he could choose cultivators at the Saint King or Great Saint level and above. Even if none was especially strong alone, their numbers would let them unleash formidable power through Emperor Weapons.
When Jiang Yun and the others had previously pursued the Light Race's God-Refining Pot, the two Great Saints driving it with everything they had made that one Emperor Armament several times more powerful than it was without a wielder.
"Die!"
Seeing that the Demon Well had fallen quiet again, Jiang Yun struck without mercy. Radiance burst from his body,