Moonlight flowed like water, spilling silver radiance.
Yet in that silent night, a brilliance more dazzling than the sun blossomed over the land. Divine power surged like a vast ocean, lighting up the sky.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Golden Dao Palace thundered, radiant with auspicious light. It fully manifested in the world and erupted with an immensely powerful fluctuation as chaos qi churned.
"Has the Supreme weapon awakened on its own...?" The Heavenly Gods stared wide-eyed, their bodies trembling uncontrollably beneath its pressure.
Not far away, the disciples and followers of the various sects who had been fighting over treasures also began trembling. They froze, on the verge of falling to their knees.
Though it was merely a weapon, its might surged to the heavens, as though a Primordial Supreme had awakened from slumber and was about to bring the heavens crashing down and tear them apart.
"What is happening? Does the Golden Dao Palace's artifact spirit disapprove of our actions? Has it unleashed its power on its own to kill us all?" one Heavenly God asked in terror.
Once a weapon of this caliber fully awakened, it could deliver the equivalent of a Supreme's strike, sweeping even the sun, moon, and stars from the sky. It was terrifying beyond belief!
Hiss!
Just then, the void split open, and a hazy figure descended. Runes flickered between heaven and earth as Chaos Mist streamed down around him.
"That's... the Nether Lord!" Someone's heart jolted.
A black nether carriage appeared, towering and mysterious, drawn by nine Primordial Ferocious Beasts. A man stepped out, his black-gold battle robes gleaming with cold, dark light.
This was the ruler of the Netherworld, who had existed for an incredibly long time. Rumor held that he was an ancient corpse that had gained spiritual awareness. His strength was