The stele looked as though it had been cast from primordial dark iron, gleaming black and exuding a vast, ancient aura. Characters shaped like human heads and serpent bodies were engraved upon it, each as jagged as dragon scales. They intertwined in a tangled Eight Trigrams Dao manifestation, like a black hole!
Strands of emperor light descended, its divine might unrivaled, its terror reaching the utmost extreme. It was no weaker than any Emperor Weapon Lin Xian had ever seen.
"Heavenly Emperor Fuxi's Emperor Weapon has been reforged."
Lin Xian drew a deep breath and summoned the Emperor Weapon, sensing the divine spirit within. Yet he found no trace of Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, as though the object had healed and regenerated on its own, without any outside intervention.
Even when he silently recited Fuxi's name, there was no response within the Wind Family's ancient Holy City, as though everything that had happened on Earth had been an illusion.
"Just a little scuffle, huh."
Lin Xian murmured, unsurprised. For this time and space, Fuxi, the Human Dao Supreme, had already passed away. His reappearance was all but impossible.
As for Fuxi of the immortal Dao, never mind the revival of the Primordial Myriad Races-even if every Supreme Being in the Forbidden Zones emerged, he would not so much as blink. Even the destruction of the great universe might not draw him out, unless an Immortal Emperor was involved, as had happened last time.
But Lin Xian had now become a saint. He no longer needed to ask others for help with everything; he himself was a towering mountain to lean on.
Stowing the Emperor Weapon, the Dragon Stele, within his Immortal Altar, Lin Xian stepped forth toward the Northern Region. At the end of Primordial Antiquity, it had been a fertile