Ancient Saint Weapons

At that instant, a heaven-shaking roar erupted.

It was as though heaven and earth were being cleaved apart.

Even the Tianxuan Saintess shuddered violently. Her expression changed drastically, and traces of crimson blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.

It was only a wisp of dark light, yet its impact was terrifying.

Even with a Saint Weapon blocking it, she had nearly suffered grievous injuries.

Hum!

Under the Tianxuan Saintess's control, the Tianxuan Sacred Umbrella spun rapidly, stirring the surrounding void.

Endless Dao Patterns flickered, and radiant Dao Resonance spread, rolling like countless stars.

It shed the dark light in streams, actually blocking it and keeping everyone safe.

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A line of text flashed silently before Li Qingyue's eyes.

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. As they watched the spinning Saint Parasol, their gazes burned with longing.

This was a Saint Weapon, forged by an ancient Saint. Its power was immense-it had actually blocked the certain-death calamity of this place.

But at the very instant everyone relaxed...

The deflected dark light silently fell onto the surrounding earth and graves.

The earth and countless graves absorbed it.

The next moment, even more graves erupted at once.

Black lightning, scarlet divine light, pitch-black currents, wind, smoke... almost every imaginable form appeared, all closing in on them.

"This is bad!"

"Use everything you have!"

In truth, the Tianquan Saint needed no reminder.

At that moment, everyone struck without holding anything back.

No one wanted to withstand those eerie attacks with their flesh.

Even ordinary treasure weapons and Spirit Weapons could not withstand them.

Boom!

Golden light erupted from Yan Wushuang, filling the sky. Terrifying blood energy pierced straight into the heavens, seemingly drawing in even the pitch-black lightning.

His blood energy warped it into streaks of dragon-shaped lightning.

Thunderous roars rang out without end.

The next moment, amid that golden light and vast blood energy, an enormous seal rose into the air.

The seal had the color of gold and jade and was perfectly square.

Its four sides were engraved with mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars, humanity in all its myriad forms, and every living being beneath heaven.

Atop the seal stood a figure wreathed in golden radiance, one hand behind his back and the other holding up the sky.

He resembled a Great Emperor suppressing heaven and earth, his majesty boundless.

The underside of the seal was covered in densely packed Dao Patterns, like the markings of heaven and earth. Now, they branded themselves fiercely into the void.

At that moment, heaven and earth trembled faintly.

The mountains and rivers, sun, moon, and stars, countless living beings, and all creation engraved on the seal seemed to come alive.

Countless beings bowed in worship, while mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon imprinted themselves upon the void.

Golden radiance suffused the figure above the seal, warping the void as his might grew ever more immense.

It was as though he had opened the heavens with a single palm, forming a strange, illusory world that sheltered everyone within.

"The Sky-Supporting Seal!"

At the sight of that great seal, everyone's expression jolted.

It was the Saint Weapon of an ancient Sacred Body, not the slightest bit inferior to the Tianxuan Sacred Umbrella.

It even possessed the terrifying power to suppress a world.

During his battle with Tuoba Ye, Yan Wushuang had actually kept such a powerful trump card in reserve.

At that moment, everyone understood that although Yan Wushuang seemed rough and careless, he was no fool.

As the sky full of eerie attacks closed in, they instantly cut off their thoughts and acted.

A ruyi flew out of the Tianquan Saint's body. It was emerald green throughout, like a piece of precious jade, yet it radiated golden light.

The Jade Ruyi curved like a bow, resembling a mighty dragon roaring toward the heavens.

An octagonal jewel at the dragon's head shone with boundless radiance toward all eight directions, directly stirring and warping the void.

The jewel at the dragon's tail was hexagonal. Its light formed a powerful six-pointed star formation, and flowing golden radiance sheltered everyone within.

"That's the Tianquan Ruyi!"

Seeing the Tianquan Saint's treasure artifact, everyone felt a slight shock.

It, too, was a Saint Weapon—a weapon refined by an ancient Saint, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and immense power.

Above the Yaoguang Holy Son's head, meanwhile, a star revolved. It was a spherical Saint Weapon, resembling the sun.

Endless light cascaded down, protecting every direction.

Though it seemed unremarkable, the ultimate principles of heaven and earth suffused it as well. Clearly, it was also extraordinary.

Yang Wuzheng, meanwhile, cradled a slightly illusory Ancient Zither.

The zither's head was gently rounded, as though representing the firmament.

Its shoulders were slightly square, supporting the four extremes.

Its body was thick and solid, like a pillar of heaven and earth.

Its waist curved gently, and its feet bent slightly, resembling an ancient Supreme who had cleaved heaven from earth and stood holding up the sky.

It had nine strings, the utmost limit of numbers, and endless Dao Resonance suffused them.

Ting!

The zither's first note rang out, deep, full, and mellow, like the sound of the heavens opening.

Waves of sound rose and fell. Dao Resonance took form, dragons soared and phoenixes danced, making the void warp and tremble.

"The Fuxi Zither!"

Everyone was stunned. Their expressions filled with utter shock as they looked at Yang Wuzheng in disbelief.

They had never imagined that the Innate Dao Body's foundations were no less formidable than the Sacred Body's, nor any weaker than their own.

Fuxi was an Ancient Great Emperor, the man who had ushered in the era of Great Emperors.

In Desolate Antiquity, the title of Great Emperor had begun with Fuxi.

Though he had left behind few legends, humanity's supreme glory had begun with him.

Rumor held that Fuxi had forged the Fuxi Zither with his own hands. A single note could overturn heaven and earth and shatter all things.

It could also awaken the utmost power of living beings.

"Hiss!"

In the distance, everyone who noticed the extraordinary scene drew a sharp breath.

Every treasure artifact these people carried had an extraordinary origin. Each was suffused with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, striking awe into onlookers.

"Wait... they're actually protecting that mortal girl in their midst!"

Seeing Li Qingyue at the center of the five, everyone was utterly shaken.

At that moment, the five wielders of Saint Weapons looked like guards protecting their master.

The sight drew everyone's gaze to Li Qingyue.

Standing at the center of the five, Li Qingyue looked calm, but she was equally stunned within.

Although ancient Saint Weapons were inferior to Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons, they were interwoven with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Every one of these weapons was extraordinary.

The Tianxuan Sacred Umbrella, the Sky-Supporting Seal, the Tianquan Ruyi, the Yaoguang Ancient Star, the Fuxi Zither!

Silently reciting the names of these treasure artifacts, Li Qingyue actually felt an overwhelming sense of security.

Especially the Fuxi Zither-that was a divine treasure forged by an Ancient Great Emperor.

It was unquestionably extraordinary.

Just then, the sky full of strange Visions came surging toward them.

Rumble...

Eerie winds, smoke, lightning, and currents crashed into the radiance of their treasure artifacts like so many stars.

At that moment, it was as though heaven and earth were being cleaved apart.

The deafening roars seemed to shake apart even the lightning filling the sky.

Yet they could not break through the five Saint Weapons' defenses.

Still, the terrifying impacts made everyone shudder, their expressions changing drastically.

They were far too powerful.

Had all five not acted together and brought forth their Saint Weapons, the entire group would likely have been wiped out in an instant.

"Go!"

The Tianquan Saint shouted, not daring to linger. With a single step, he appeared dozens of li away.

Behind him, the Yaoguang Holy Son, the Tianxuan Saintess, Yang Wuzheng, and Yan Wushuang surged forward, Dao Resonance suffusing their bodies as they carried Li Qingyue along.

Grave mound after grave mound was triggered.

Pitch-black lightning, blood-colored droplets, whirlwinds, clouds of smoke... they fell like raindrops, pursuing them.

They seemed ethereal and ever-changing, yet possessed boundless power.

They gave the impression that every thread and wisp of an attack possessed the power to cleave heaven from earth.

At that moment, everyone was shaken.

It was too terrifying.

Protected by five Saint Weapons, the six figures charged straight ahead, disregarding everything.

Jealousy twisted the faces of everyone watching.

Others exhausted all their strength and treasure artifacts, yet still had to tread with utmost care. A single misstep would mean dying here.

Yet those Holy Land Holy Sons traveled straight ahead with Saint Weapons above their heads.

In mere moments, they had covered hundreds of li, nearly reaching the Divine Mountain at the center.

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Lines of text flashed silently before Li Qingyue's eyes.

But she paid them no attention whatsoever. Her eyes remained fixed on the five people beside her, all coughing up mouthfuls of blood, and her fists clenched tightly.

Over those hundreds of li, the five had endured more than a dozen attacks and several certain-death calamities.

Every attack had been like the cleaving of heaven and earth.

Even under the protection of five Saint Weapons, they were covered in wounds, their blood energy exhausted.

Everyone was pale as paper and swaying on their feet, utterly spent.

Even the five Saint Weapons had grown extremely dim, as though they might shatter at any moment.

"Stop!"

The Tianquan Saint, who was in the lead, called softly and came to a halt in an open stretch of ground.

This was the strip between the endless grave mounds and the central Divine Mountain, encircling the mountain like a stellar ring.

Everyone who had crossed the grave mounds was now resting here.

Many were sitting in meditation to recover, their eyes watching their surroundings with extreme vigilance.

This was actually a safe place.

Hum!

Waves of divine light shone. The Saint Weapons above the five people's heads trembled faintly, then vanished into the void.

Their divine power had already been drained dry, leaving them unable to sustain the Saint Weapons' might.

Seeing the gazes directed toward them from all around, the Tianquan Saint's expression changed drastically.

"Be careful. Recover as quickly as you can!"

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