"Cough..."
Xie Jinhuan's eyes shifted slightly. Then he gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the Heavenly Gang Mace, and shakily propped himself up, looking toward the distant sky.
He saw the White-Haired Immortal pursuing the Corpse Ancestor like a madwoman. The Demon Body the Corpse Ancestor had fashioned from endless blood qi possessed overwhelming explosive power, practically battering her with sheer resources. The White-Haired Immortal could not withstand it at all and was already covered in wounds. She had only lasted this long because A Piao was helping her from the sidelines.
Xie Jinhuan lowered his head to examine his flank. Evil baleful qi had corroded the wound, making it impossible to heal anytime soon. Even if he went over, victory would be difficult. After a moment's thought, he looked at the Heavenly Gang Mace in his hand.
Splash...
Rain poured down, washing the blood on his palm slowly along the mace's thirty-six segments.
The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha Mace was purely a blunt weapon. Aside from being indestructible, it had no miraculous powers, but it did hold something within.
Two thousand years earlier, the Martial Ancestor had forged this mace after unifying the world, intending to repay the divinity for her protection. But he knew his abilities were insufficient, so he had not attempted it. Nor had he followed his predecessors and ascended with all his cultivation. Instead, he had undergone corpse liberation and dispersed his cultivation, leaving the chance to the next destined person. The Martial Ancestor had scattered all his cultivation throughout Heaven and Earth, taking none of it with him. That meant this world still contained a share of resources sufficient to support a successor in founding a sect and becoming a patriarch through the normal path.
Yet in the two thousand years after