This was neither sword light nor sword radiance, but merely a slight fluctuation of energy flowing naturally as it revived. Even so, it was already about to shatter the heavens and was enough to cause Saint to fall dead.
One can imagine the terrifying power that the Emperor Weapon would possess once it is resurrected.
This is a barrier that allows the supreme forces to overlook the Human World, and it is also a continuation of the Life the deceased Great Emperor. The Dao soldiers embody their consciousness!
The Jiuli Diagram and the Taihuang Sword stirred, the two imperial artifacts floating and sinking, transforming into two beams of immortal light that flew towards the ancient dragon chariot.
However, as a ripple spread, time and space seemed to stand still, and the two ancient artifacts floated in the air, motionless, and the flowing glow on them dimmed.
In the distance, people gasped.
The Azure Emperor was too powerful. He simply stood there quietly, without making a single move, and subdued the two imperial artifacts.
This is Extreme Dao Weapon; once it is revived, it will be enough to shake up the heavens and the world, pacify the six directions and eight wastelands, and wipe out everything.
However, even the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon is powerless against a true emperor.
Seeing that his plan to seize the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon had failed, the Immortal Emperor of Central Province's eyes turned cold and fierce. The Qinling Big Dragon wrapped around his body bared its fangs and roared across the vast ocean, exuding wisps of imperial aura.
A glint of light flashed in Su Yu's eyes as he began to plot.
This ancestral root of Central Province is of an extremely high level, and the Saint Spirit has refined the Dragon Gathering Flag, where the dragon energy of the entire state gathers. Its power is boundless. It is not Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, but it is better than an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon. This is why the other party is so fearless.
"Do you intend to take these two weapons into your hands?" the Demon Clan Great Emperor asked calmly.
On the other side of the sky, the Saint Spirit stood motionless atop the ancient chariot, radiating light, a hint of apprehension in his heart.
"Then take it!" With a flick of his finger, the Azure Emperor caused the Jiuli Diagram to transform into a sky full of starlight and disappear into the world.
The Taihuang Sword traced a streak of light, emitted a resounding tremor, and transformed into a Big Dragon that flew forward, baring its fangs and claws, its edge of unparalleled sharpness.
"Clang!"
On the ancient chariot, the god-like being held an ancient scroll in his left hand and the Taihuang Sword in his right. His aura suddenly surged, causing not only this small world but also the entire Qinling to tremble.
It was as if the earth had turned over, countless rivers trembled, and all the birds and beasts cried out in agony. Even those far away prostrated themselves, utterly powerless to resist, and continued to worship.
Those present, being so close, felt it even more intensely; they were all filled with fear, trembling and shaking with dread.
Only a handful of people could withstand this pressure. The old emperor of Ancient Hua looked heavy-hearted, regretting bringing the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.
There is a Great Accomplished Saint Spirit in the Qinling's Lair. This time, the Imperial Artifact is of no use as an aid; on the contrary, it is an obstacle. Perhaps the other party has also set its sights on him...
"You're too arrogant!" The Immortal Emperor of Central Province spoke coldly and ruthlessly, as the Jiuli Diagram cast down strands of silver light to protect his Immortal Platform.
He wielded the Taihuang Sword in his hand, and the dragon sword rang out with a clang, shooting out a sword aura that pierced through the world barrier in an instant.
At this moment, not only Central Province, but the entire Burial Emperor Star was shaken. Many ancient and powerful forces were shocked, and even those hundreds of millions of miles away could sense an unusual aura.
"Boom!"
The Taihuang Sword continued to glow, transforming into a Big Dragon that pierced through the heavens, surged into the star field, and disappeared into the dark and cold universe.
"Bang!"
In the Eternal and desolate star field, a passing meteor was pulverized by the thick sword light, and another area of meteors was swept away and turned into dust.
This is the power of the Taihuang Sword. Even before it was fully revived, it displayed terrifying and awe-inspiring power when wielded and activated.
The mountains and rivers collapsed, and a great fear arose in people's hearts, as if the world was about to be destroyed at any moment. This holy Saint Spirit was so powerful that it caused all the powerful beings to collapse.
Such power is terrifying; destroying the world wouldn't be a problem at all.
"What kind of power is this?"
Even gods don't possess such offensive power.
"If the two Great Emperor fight, the entire Central Province may be wiped out; this would be an apocalyptic disaster!"
Many Sect Master paled, their faces ashen. Such power was something they could never achieve, even if they cultivated diligently for a hundred lifetimes; they could only look up to it in awe.
"Buzz!"
On the ancient chariot, the supreme powerhouse wearing an Great Emperor's crown and Ancient Emperor robes repeatedly exclaimed in praise, "Excellent, excellent, excellent!"
He continued to wield the Taihuang Sword, and with a powerful jerk, an even thicker sword beam pierced through the cosmos, a truly terrifying sight...
In the outer reaches of Big Dipper, a small metal boat, no more than a few feet long, was startled awake by the ancient being sleeping inside. It hurriedly piloted its spaceship backward, almost being struck by the imperial sword energy.
"Is this... someone Alternative Dao Attainment?" The old man in the metal ship frowned, very concerned about this information.
At the same time, some living fossils on the land of Big Dipper opened their eyes in surprise, gazing incredulously at the vast sky.
" The Great Emperor's might!"
"Someone is fully activating an Emperor Weapon; an Great Emperor weapon has been resurrected! How is this possible? Just how much power would be needed to accomplish this? Even Saint couldn't do this..."
The Dragon Sword revived, and its supreme imperial might shook the Human World. The most powerful people on the Burial Emperor Star sensed it subtly and were all alarmed.
On Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert, a golden holy ape, draped in a cassock, gazes expressionlessly eastward.
In the old land of Tianxuan in the Eastern Wasteland, a tall man with long hair standing still, with an old man beside him who looked like a withered tree.
At the moment the dragon's aura soared into the sky, the two Tianxuan disciples simultaneously looked up and gazed towards the Central Province.
"To be able to revive an imperial artifact, one must be at least a Seventh Heaven of the Quasi-Emperor Realm..."
Wei Yi silently recited the words in his heart, then looked at the dilapidated Tianxuan ruins, a sense of sorrow rising in his eyes.
He had witnessed true imperial might in this Lifetime, so he could recognize the level of the sword light.
Unfortunately, this vision was gained at the cost of the blood of countless disciples of the sect.
In pursuit of Road to Immortality, the Holy Sect was destroyed, and Tianxuan's imperial artifact shattered, turning to dust in that great calamity. Almost all of his relatives and friends perished, separated by life and death, leaving behind a heartbreaking tragedy.
The Old Madman, his gray hair disheveled, remained silent, recalling the scenes he least wanted to remember from the first half of his life.
He was the same; he couldn't get out of that situation either.
Both were hindered by the Great Saint Sage's Heavenly Barrier. If they could resolve their inner conflicts, the future would be vast and boundless, and the path to enlightenment would be right before their eyes. However, neither of them could let go of what they had...
The Central Plains Ancestral Temple is a dark and gloomy place shrouded in mist.
Within this thick fog, thunder and purple lightning gradually rose, and the heavy, gray clouds, as thick as lead, pressed down, causing the Void to crack continuously, obscuring the Sun-Moon, and stars, shrouding the Void, and submerging everything within it.
A misty haze flowed, and a stone coffin lay horizontally in the demonic land. The coffin was very small, no more than a foot in size.
A goddess in purple robes, with fair and delicate skin and an ethereal aura, sat gracefully in this place. Her slender hands moved swiftly, creating countless patterns, while the surrounding area was shrouded in a dark mist.
After an unknown amount of time, the Tai Shi Light appeared, and Order Divine Chains danced. Two remnants of the ultimate formations revived, unleashing overwhelming power. The female saint's eyes sharpened, and she unleashed a palm strike, sending out Five-Colored Divine Light in an attempt to open a passage.
"Boom!"
The sound of space exploding was incessant; this aura was already approaching that of a mid-level Great Saint. If it were outside, it would be enough to destroy a large domain.
However, the swirling mist, like an endless black hole, swallowed all divine power, leaving no sound and utter silence.
Several dozen breaths later, a terrifying wave emanated, and the divine power that had been submerged in the black hole poured down, flying towards the center.
"Boom!"
A towering black mist surged up, engulfing the dark place and obscuring all light. A chilling aura burst forth, spreading across the land!
Divine Silkworm Princess had nowhere to avoid it. Under the onslaught of energy, the array patterns beneath her feet gradually faded away, and she was finally sent flying horizontally.
Divine Silkworm Princess, who had fallen into the Demon Land, coughed up blood, her expression somewhat bitter.
"It's still no use, we can't get out."
The girl's long purple hair flowed freely, ethereal and beautiful. At this moment, her eyes were dim, her hands hung limply at her sides, her expression was melancholy, and her gaze was complex.
When she was comprehending the Dao in the tomb of the Devouring Heaven Great Emperor, her true blood revived, and she felt a faint, yet powerful, pull...
Afterwards, she followed the aura of the ancestral emperor to this place, but was trapped by the mist and could not get out.
This Devil Fog is unpredictable and contains some terrifying substances. Its origin is mysterious, and it is far beyond her ability to cross.
Looking at this desolate place, the purple-haired girl gave a bitter smile, sighed softly, and sat down again in despair.
Given the current situation, it seems she is destined to perish here, unable to break through this fog at all.
Divine Silkworm Princess gazed at the ancient coffin of the gods, then closed her beautiful eyes, intending to enter a meditative state.
For some reason, I feel unsettled today, and a flood of memories is coming back to me.
There is joy and sorrow at the end of the ancient times, as well as scenes of rebirth in later generations.
Her life was simple. As a royal princess, cultivation was her only passion. She defeated all enemies, fought against the Ancestor King, and dominated the ancient times, unstoppable by anyone!
Until the monkey appeared...
Thinking of this, Divine Silkworm Princess revealed a smile. At this moment, her charm surpassed all other scenery in the world, reaching the pinnacle of beauty. However, it quickly turned into loneliness.
Back on Mount Sumeru, she was filled with resentment and outwardly severed ties with the Fighting Saint King.
However, how could she easily sever the bond built over hundreds of years? She still held him in her heart.
But the monkey had already entered the Buddhist order, regarding her as a mere passerby in the mortal world, and had gone to seek his path to becoming an emperor.
She was proud and naturally wouldn't pester like a timid woman.
She will not stop the Fighting Saint King from cultivating the Buddhist Sect Dao Fruit, but will instead lend him a helping hand.
She has always been this kind of person, with clear likes and dislikes, never hiding her feelings, nor caring to conceal them.
As memories faded, a slightly immature young man emerged.
He was still very weak then, so weak that she could blow him to death with a single breath, but the boy possessed many rare treasures, some of which could not even be found in the Divine Silkworm Ridge.
A dream from the ancient times, reappearing after the Desolate Antiquity. After her revival, her luck seemed to change, and various opportunities came one after another.
The boy treated her very well, giving her almost everything he could.
Deep down, she didn't resist these feelings. Back in Divine Silkworm Ridge, many younger generations admired her in the same way, so it wasn't surprising.
However, such kindness and generous gifts inevitably stir up ripples in one's heart.
However, this feeling quickly faded, and she only regarded the boy as a younger brother.
Any more, and she would have to repay the debt of gratitude with her life...
"I wonder how that little guy is doing. I broke my promise; I said I'd protect him as he grows up..."
Divine Silkworm Princess looked somewhat dazed, and sadness welled up in her eyes as she thought about her abrupt departure.
The aura of the God Emperor flashed by like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, leaving her no time to consider it. She abandoned everything and chased after him, never expecting that what awaited her was a dead end.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens, and the sword light illuminated the vast ocean, appearing and disappearing in the mist.