An Emperor Armament for Free

Jiang Ming kept warning them, but of course, people still died. Human hearts were greedy, after all, and cultivators revered the idea of seeking riches amid danger.

Jiang Ming's objective was clear: the ancestral temple of the Feathered Deity Dynasty. This place was deeply sinister, and the Eclosion Great Emperor was not dead yet. He had transformed himself into a Saint Spirit.

In fact, Jiang Ming believed Emperor Wushi had studied this matter too. He had probably intended to use Yaochi's Saint Spirit to resurrect the Western Emperor, since that Saint Spirit looked very much like her. Later, however, Emperor Wushi had abandoned the idea for some unknown reason.

They made their way into the depths of the small world, reaching the main hall. A stone figure was enshrined there, no more than half a foot tall, seated cross-legged on an altar. It looked ordinary, with a kind face, like a Buddha or a simple old farmer. The carving was so crude that its true features were difficult to discern.

Jiang Ming understood at once. This was the old bastard. He was the Eclosion Great Emperor.

"What is this?"

Ye Fan spoke, puzzled.

"This is the founder of the Feathered Deity Dynasty."

Jiang Ming's voice was calm.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Just then, waves of terrifying beast roars came from outside. The beasts were deeply displeased with these unexpected intruders.

At that moment, emerald-green willow branches shimmering with pale golden light reached out from the manifestation behind Jiang Ming. They effortlessly pierced the skulls of the ancient beasts. Whether they were Great Abilities or Beast Kings, all were reduced to ashes.

Within moments, the thousands of ancient beasts gathered outside had all turned to ashes, their vital essence completely devoured by Jiang Ming.

"Hiss... This is even more terrifying than the