The Awakened Quasi-Great Emperor Weapon, the Great Luo Dao Bell

"Are any of my old friends from those days still here?" asked the being clad in white armor. A mighty presence poured from him, bearing down on the Great Luo camp.

He was overwhelmingly powerful. His seven pristine white wings were sacred and pure, his immortal bearing peerless. His white eyes seemed to see through time and space.

He alone overwhelmed all of Great Luo's experts. Even the King of Great Luo and the Venerables locked in combat were forced to stop, trembling beneath that supremely powerful presence.

Luo Qing's royal robes fluttered, and five golden dragons surged out. The sacred artifact awakened of its own accord, erupting with power comparable to a Saint's to resist that presence.

"Who is that? A Great Saint?" A being clicked their tongue. Today was no ordinary day. Figures from legend were appearing one after another, drawing back the curtain on a great age.

"The Eight-Winged Saint King, a powerful contender for the imperial throne at the end of the Blood Ancient era." An Ancient Saint identified him. He had once been a Saint King at the ninth heaven of the Saint Realm, with a chance at the imperial throne, but he had failed. Nothing had been heard of him since, and many suspected he had been killed, fallen before he could reach the throne.

"Three people contended for the imperial throne back then: the Eight-Winged Saint King, the Great Luo Saint King, and the Star Saint King." An old antique from that era spoke, revealing a secret of those days.

In the end, the Star Saint King attained the imperial throne and was invincible throughout his life. The Great Luo Saint King, Luo Yu, became a Quasi-Emperor and declared war on the imperial Ji Clan. All had been the most illustrious figures of their time.

"Luo Yu's presence. How I've missed it." The Eight-Winged Saint King pressed down with a great hand, immobilizing the five True Dragons capable of fighting Saints and seizing Luo Qing, the King of Great Luo, from hundreds of thousands of miles away. "His descendant hasn't disgraced his name. The tenth heaven of Divine Fire-not bad."

This was one of the strongest beings of an era. His every move was an unparalleled feat; even Saints were mere ants before him.

An invisible wave of force struck across the void, clashing with the Eight-Winged Saint King's art. It came from an utterly ordinary-looking middle-aged Daoist, who possessed neither world-shaking divine light nor heaven-shocking divine might, yet blocked the Eight-Winged Saint King's blow.

"Your severed wing hasn't even recovered, and you dare run rampant again?" It was Fu Yangping, Great Luo's Fifth Ancestor. His calm words revealed what had happened back then.

The wings the Eight-Winged Saint King had been proudest of had been severed by the King of Great Luo, and he had fallen in that struggle for the imperial throne.

"Luo Yu was too sharp-edged. Even if a man like him became an emperor, he wouldn't live long." The Eight-Winged Saint King was not angered. "If he were here, I would step aside. Unfortunately, he's long dead."

"You're still alive. Good. He severed one of my wings and cut my cultivation down by two realms. His brother can repay that grudge." He was delighted to have a chance to avenge his wing.

"You're as arrogant as ever. Do you know what the world is like now? Even emperors tread on thin ice, hiding behind the scenes as they wait for the right moment."

"You're being used again, serving as cannon fodder. How pathetic." Fu Yangping shouted angrily. Had this man not been plotted against back then and fought a great battle with his second brother, how could the weakest of them, the Star Saint King, have had his turn at becoming emperor?

"Who can use me? Who can scheme against me?!" All seven white wings beat at once, and his cultivation at the peak of the ninth heaven of the Saint Realm surged forth, suppressing an entire realm. He hurled the question in every direction, exalting himself above all.

He was stubborn, refusing to admit the reason for his defeat back then.

"I never restored this wing so I would remember that blood feud. Once I destroy your Great Luo lineage today, I'll put that obsession to rest and break through my limits. Who in this age can contend with me for the imperial throne?!" The Eight-Winged Saint King grew ever stronger. The accumulation of countless years had brought him to perfection in this realm; he had almost set half a foot in the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

The Peng Emperor had fallen, and even Saints were hard to find in the present age. He did indeed have reason to be proud.

Seven white wings spread wide, astonishing Saintly Dao laws flowing over them. As they beat, countless white specks came crashing down in a beautiful rain of light. Wherever it passed, everything turned to fleeting bubbles and shadows. Stars exploded and starlight scattered. Bearing matchless divine might, it sought to slay a Saint in a single strike.

Fu Yangping thrust out a great hand. A sky-covering hand a million miles across bore down and collided with the rain of light, but he was, after all, only at the seventh heaven of the Saint Realm, having just become a Saint King. The gap was too great. The sky-covering hand rapidly crumbled, unable to withstand the Eight-Winged Saint King's art.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nine thunderous reports echoed through heaven and earth. An ancient, unadorned Dao bell broke through the cosmos, crossing countless galaxies from the Heavenly Luo Star.

It sensed the opponent it had fought alongside Luo Yu in years past and awakened of its own accord, crossing time and space in the hope of fighting alongside its master once more.

But time was merciless. Luo Yu had already fallen, leaving only the bell to bear his Great Dao and fight alone.

The Great Luo Dao Bell roared, shattering countless drops of light as it unleashed a supremely powerful blow. The galaxies trembled, and an entire star region shook.

"The Great Luo Dao Bell, a Quasi-Great Emperor Weapon!" The old palace master of the Western Heavenly Palace, an ancient holy land, sighed. That man's life had been a legend.

He had emerged in the middle of the Blood Ancient era, coming from the lower realm and stumbling his way to a resounding reputation, only to willingly abandon all his glory and become another's follower.

He had suffered grave injuries during the upheaval in the middle of the Blood Ancient era. After founding the Great Luo Dynasty, he had withdrawn from the world. When he emerged at the end of the era, he had risen anew from ruin and forged a terrifying path, becoming the strongest contender for the position of Great Emperor in that age.

Even though he failed, he still attained the rank of Quasi-Emperor and cultivated to the utmost limit of that realm, allowing him to contend with a Great Emperor for a short time. His Saint Weapon, the Great Luo Dao Bell, lacked only an emperor's origin to transform into a Great Emperor Weapon.

Even with an emperor reigning in that age, he had nearly attained the imperial throne. How extraordinary he had been, falling just one step short of becoming the Heavenly Emperor of the Blood Ancient era.

The Dao bell pealed, sending out wave after wave of Great Dao sound to blast the Eight-Winged Saint King to death.

"What a magnificent Great Luo Dao Bell! Luo Yu is dead; you shall serve me!" The Eight-Winged Saint King was utterly domineering. He pressed forward against the bell's pealing, letting the art that could shatter the heavens and tear open the cosmos strike his body.

He was worthy of being one who had once contended for the imperial throne. His strength was outrageous; he could not be shaken in the slightest. He reached out a great hand to seize the Great Luo Dao Bell.

Boom!

A supremely powerful blow was unleashed, and the Dao bell rang ten times. It was as though the onlookers saw a man of peerless bearing, swallowing the world with his spirit and looking down upon the cosmos.

He was a Quasi-Emperor. With one hand he swung a terrifying fist, and with the other he brandished the Great Luo Dao Bell. Even the azure heavens could not conceal his majestic bearing, and the most brilliant sun dimmed before him.

"Eight Extremes Break!" The Eight-Winged Saint King was shaken. It was as though he had returned to the battle in the Blood Ancient era when his white wing had been broken. That man had been just as invincible then.

Not only his seven wings, but even his incomplete eighth wing was made whole by countless specks of white light. The eight wings extended a hundred thousand miles and turned into boundless white radiance, slashing down to break the cosmos and bring forth chaos anew.

The two supremely powerful arts collided. The surrounding galaxies dissolved, heaven and earth were punched through, and the cosmos tore apart. Stretch after stretch became void; everything was ground away, everything dissipating.

The eight white wings dimmed. The Great Luo Dao Bell's supremely powerful blow was too strong. It touched upon the edge of the imperial Dao and was the supreme art of a Quasi-Emperor.

The Ancient Saints who could barely make out the clash were horrified. Was this a fully awakened Quasi-Great Emperor Weapon? With a single blow, it had made even someone as powerful as the Eight-Winged Saint King cough up blood. His Great Dao was being suppressed, and the bones in his chest had nearly bent under the pressure, on the verge of breaking.