The dozens of terrifying god-ghosts that emerged from the ancient well had been nurtured by the flesh and blood of a Great Perfection Saint Spirit. Their might was beyond question.
Unfortunately for them, Lu Chen had brought out an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon outright. Even those comparable to Great Saints could only turn to ash beneath its imperial might.
As an extension of an Ancient Great Emperor's life, an Extreme Dao Weapon could sweep through everything in the world even when only a fraction of its power was unleashed.
Even the legendary Quasi-Emperors could only give the might of an Emperor Weapon a wide berth.
"Master, it looks like the Dao Venerable's plan to refine Immortal Liquid failed." The Golden Crow looked at the ancient well, thick with sinister yin energy, and doubted any Immortal Liquid remained inside.
"Not necessarily!" Lu Chen shook his head and slowly approached the ancient well, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd hovering above him and shedding black light.
During the Mythological Era, the Dao Venerable had slain an unimaginably powerful Great Perfection Saint Spirit in his twilight years, intending to refine its blood essence into a blessing for future generations.
Unfortunately, little of his lifespan remained, leaving him no time to refine it. In the end, he could only seal it within the Seven Demon Wells.
It was like brewing wine. If it succeeded, fragrance would greet them the instant the seal was lifted. If it failed, sinister mist would surge into the heavens and unleash a catastrophe.
Judging by the scene before them, the Dao Venerable's seals had failed to turn the Saint Spirit into Immortal Liquid. Instead, several ancient wells had become burial grounds that nurtured god-ghosts.
But as a "prophet," Lu Chen naturally knew the full story. Though the Dao Venerable had not entirely