The brilliance of the Emperor Weapon became the most dazzling and deadliest presence in this dark world.
" The Ji Family!"
How dare you attack me from behind!
A Mighty Figure elder of the Jiang Family had eyes wide with rage. Half of his body had been nearly severed by a Void rift that appeared silently, and his robe was stained with blood.
The one who made the move was an elder of the Ji Family who was skilled in assassination, hidden within the ripples of the Void Mirror.
" Jiang Cheng, it's all your fault for blocking the Ji Family's path! Void Exile!"
The Ji Family elder sneered, his hands moving to summon the power of the Void, intending to banish the injured Elder Jiang Cheng into the endless Void turbulence.
You dare!
Jiang Ren roared. Although he was supposed to assist Jiang Yun in activating the Hengyu Furnace, he couldn't care less at this moment. He diverted a portion of his divine power and summoned the Jiang Family's secret treasure, the " Purple Yang Divine Furnace." A beam of crimson divine light struck the distorted Void, shattering it.
" Jiang Ren, your opponent is me!"
Taking advantage of the situation, a Tai Shang Elder from the Yaoguang Holy Land launched an attack. The Dragon Marked Cauldron separated a wisp of holy light, which transformed into a ferocious light dragon that pounced on Jiang Ren.
As the most prominent of the extreme forces present, the Jiang Family wanted to eliminate Jiang Yun as soon as possible while he was entangled with the Primordial Ancestral King.
"You scum from Yaoguang!"
Another Tai Shang of the Jiang Family stepped forward, brandishing a flaming spear, and engaged the light dragon in battle. The explosion of divine power shattered a section of the nearby stone wall.
The forces of the Ancient Hua Dynasty and the Jiuli Divine Dynasty clashed fiercely over a spring gushing forth with abundant life essence.
The Imperial Dao Dragon Sword clashed with the Jiuli Battle Flag, the dragon's roar and the war drums sounded in unison, and a murderous aura swept across the land.
Tu Tian became even more unscrupulous. The dark light of the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar swept across the battlefield, indiscriminately devouring several rogue cultivators and a Southern Ridge demon who got too close, refining them into essence to replenish his own consumption, which drew angry stares from all sides.
The so-called alliance was utterly shattered the moment they stepped into Purple Mountain. The greed and cruelty of human nature were particularly glaring under the light of the Emperor Weapon weapon.
The addition of the Primordial Races further intensified this chaotic battle to a brutal climax.
"Hehehehe, Hengyu Furnace, today it is rightfully mine, the Spirit Valley's, to claim it!"
The Silver-Winged Ancient King grinned maliciously, no longer engaging Jiang Yun in a ranged exchange of blows. Instead, it flapped its wings, transforming into a bolt of silver lightning, and pounced directly at him. With a flick of its scepter, divine power condensed into countless cold, silver spears.
The attack rained down on Jiang Yun, and at the same time, he reached out with his other hand, his five fingers like hooks, flashing with destruction runes, and grabbed directly at the main body of the Hengyu Furnace!
He actually tried to seize the Emperor Weapon with his bare hands!
"Arrogant!"
Jiang Yun's hair stood on end, feeling an unprecedented sense of humiliation and crisis.
He roared, disregarding his own injuries, and frantically burned his life essence. The Hengyu Furnace above his head roared loudly, and the ancient deity patterns engraved on the furnace seemed to come alive, emitting grand sacrificial sounds!
" Burn Heaven and Boil the Sea!"
boom!
The furnace lid opened again, and this time, it was no longer crimson light, but the true source of the surging Hengyu Emperor Fire!
Golden flames flowed out like liquid, turning everything in their path to ashes, even igniting the laws of nature!
The countless spears vaporized and disappeared the moment they approached the golden flames.
The Silver-Winged Ancient King felt a terrifying heat that could incinerate his Primordial King Body as he reached for the Emperor's Furnace. He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, and charred marks appeared on his silver palm!
"You, you actually dare to burn your very essence like this!" The Silver-Winged Ancient King was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected Jiang Yun to be so resolute.
"You've offended my Jiang Family and coveted the Emperor Weapon! Even if it means my death, I'll drag you down with me!"
Blood kept spilling from Jiang Yun's mouth, his face contorted with pain and despair, but his eyes were like burning stars, fixed on the Silver-Winged Ancient King.
Under his relentless urging, the Hengyu Furnace temporarily unleashed an even more terrifying power, forcing the Silver-Winged Ancient King to retreat repeatedly, unable to confront its sharp edge for the time being.
They fled far away.
On the other side, the sonic waves from the Silver Moon Clan and the attacks from other powerful figures in the Spirit Valley were also desperately blocked by the elders of the Jiang Family. The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war in a wide passage, with people constantly falling and blood staining the ground.
The battles in other areas were equally bloody.
The aftershocks of the clash between the Emperor Weapon, the unexplained restrictions they triggered, and the stray arrows from all sides turned this underground world into a true hell.
Half-Step Great Power of the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform fell like weeds, and Mighty Figure of the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform were also in danger of perishing at any moment.
Screams, roars, explosions, and the booming of Emperor Weapon intertwined to form a death elegy.
While fighting and retreating to avoid the aftershocks of a divine Ancestral Artifact from the Spirit Valley, the Jiang Family's group was forced to retreat into a relatively narrow side road covered in thick dust.
A young disciple was shoved by the chaotic shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall, shaking off a large patch of mottled rust.
"Holy Lord! Look!" The disciple turned around in alarm and saw the inscriptions on the stone wall.
Jiang Ren glanced at it amidst the chaos, initially paying no attention. But when he sensed the immense fighting spirit contained within the writing—a spirit that, even after thousands of years, remained untamed and defied the heavens—his heart clenched!
He unleashed a divine light with all his might, temporarily forcing back a entangled Yaoguang cultivator. He rushed desperately to the stone wall, his hands trembling as he brushed away the dust, revealing the words clearly:
" The God King Jiang Taixu has mistakenly entered Demon Mountain and decides to investigate!"
The handwriting is sharp and powerful, like thunder breaking through the sky. Every stroke seems to contain the invincible belief of an unparalleled God King who looks down on the world and his determination to explore the unknown!
"This, this is..." Jiang Ren's voice trembled uncontrollably. He turned sharply to look at Jiang Yun, who was covered in blood, and shouted hoarsely:
"Elder Yun! Yes, remember our domain name: [domain name omitted], you can read the exciting content anytime. It's the handwriting of the Grandmaster Taixu!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun's mind trembled violently. His gaze swept across the stone wall, and the familiar, bone-deep fighting spirit instantly turned his old eyes bloodshot. He let out a long howl filled with grief and rage:
"Tai Xu!! It's the God King! He actually... he was trapped here all along!"
The entire Jiang Family group seemed to be struck by an invisible force at this moment.
Everyone saw the words and felt the invincible aura of the family legend, the aura of the God King ancestor who amazed the entire Eastern Wasteland four thousand years ago.
At the same time, he understood the truth behind his tragic end: four thousand years later, he was trapped in Purple Mountain!
An overwhelming sense of grief and indignation welled up in the hearts of all the Jiang Family members.
They finally understood why the most dazzling God King in their family's history had mysteriously disappeared!
A top family secret flashed through Jiang Ren's mind in an instant.
The God King Ancestor did not perish, but escaped several years ago. However, his condition was extremely poor, and he fell into a deep, neither-life-nor-death Nirvana state, which was closed in seclusion and could not be awakened or mobilized.
Otherwise, if Jiang Taixu at his peak were here wielding the fully revived Hengyu Furnace, what Spirit Valley, what holy lords from all sides, would dare to challenge his might?
Why fight and bleed here, having to be subservient to others!
"Ancestor, you've suffered so much!"
Jiang Ren's eyes were filled with tears, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and fresh blood dripped from between his fingers.
On the adjacent stone wall, they subsequently discovered other inscriptions:
"Left by the rogue cultivator Li Mu during his exploration of Demon Mountain." The handwriting is steady and reveals a sense of vicissitude.
" The Jade Pool Holy Maiden, Yang Yi, seeks Zhang Lin." The handwriting is elegant, yet it carries an unyielding sorrow and obsession.
"Written by Zhang Jiye, a descendant of the Source Heavenly Master, before entering Emperor Mountain." The writing is weak and almost illegible, yet it carries the utmost reverence for the Great Emperor Wushi, referring to this place as " Emperor Mountain."
Countless sages ventured into this place, but all failed and were buried here, which only adds to the desolation and mystery of this place.
They trudged along this side path and, before a relatively intact, massive stone wall, discovered more inscriptions left by Jiang Taixu, recording his deductions and endless regrets at this location:
" The Great Emperor Wushi's achievements were comparable to the Fortune of creation, shaking the ages and unparalleled. It is a great regret in my life that I could not witness his methods."
The following details that the Wushi Scripture was personally sealed by the Great Emperor Wushi with supreme power, making it impossible to forcibly open.
Further in lies the core origin of Purple Mountain, an extremely dangerous place.
Looking at the stone carvings, my heart sank to the bottom.
Even the God King Ancestor at his peak could not force himself to read the scriptures, so how slim is the hope for these descendants!
Immediately afterwards, on a massive Source Stone radiating a hazy source light nearby, they saw a line of even more ancient characters, with a more magnificent and imposing Daoist aura, seemingly in harmony with the Great Dao:
"At the end of the immortal path, who stands atop the peak? A single glance at the Wu Shi Dao reveals all emptiness."
Signed: Gu Tianshu.
" Gu Tianshu, an ancient figure from 70,000 years ago! Legend has it that he dominated an entire era, predating even the time of the Grand Ancestor Taixu, and his strength was unfathomable!"
A Tai Shang elder exclaimed in surprise.
Based on some auxiliary marks that have been almost worn away by time, it can be inferred that Gu Tianshu is unanimously considered the number one in terms of strength!
The traces left by the sages did not prevent the subsequent bloody struggles; on the contrary, the confirmation of the existence and location of the Wushi Scripture made the fighting outside even more frenzied.
Everyone was blinded by rage, believing that by combining the power of several Emperor Weapon, they might be able to forcefully break the Great Emperor's seal!
"Holy Lord, we,"
An elder looked at Jiang Ren, his eyes filled with weariness and confusion.
With little hope ahead, powerful enemies lurking in the rear, the family's Emperor Weapon being severely depleted, and casualties constantly mounting.
Jiang Ren forcefully broke free from the immense grief and shock, his eyes regaining their unwavering resolve. He swept his gaze across the blood-stained and exhausted faces around him, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable power:
Even if there is only a slim chance, we must never give up!
Everyone, take the elixir to replenish your divine power, and follow me forward!
His words ignited an indomitable flame in the hearts of the Jiang Family members.
However, just as they were preparing to regroup and break through this side road,
"Boom!"
The entire passage shook violently, and the entrance was completely sealed off by a terrifying silver light barrier!
Immediately afterwards, the cold and murderous voice of the Silver-Winged Ancient King of Spirit Valley came through the stone wall:
"Younger members of the Jiang Family, there's no need to waste your energy!"
My " Realm Sealing " is complete; you cannot escape! Hand over the Hengyu Furnace obediently, and I might grant you a quick death!
Otherwise, I will refine your souls and burn them like sky lanterns for ten thousand years!
It turns out that the Ancestor King of Shenling Spirit Valley, who had fled far away, had been secretly following them all along and had laid a killing formation in advance, waiting for the Jiang Family family to walk into the trap.
At the same time, several powerful figures from Spirit Valley had surrounded the exit of this side road, their killing intent mixed with various powerful auras surging in like a tide.
Ahead lies the " Realm Sealing " restriction set up by the Silver-Winged Ancient King of Shenling Spirit Valley, blocking their retreat; behind them are numerous powerful enemies, their eyes bloodshot with rage, eyeing them covetously.
The Jiang Family's forces were trapped in this narrow side road, and the light of the Hengyu Furnace flickered uncertainly in Cloud Hands.
Every member of the Jiang Family was covered in blood, and an aura of despair, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around their hearts.
The cold, sinister laugh of the Silver-Winged Ancient King seemed to echo in my ears, the shadow of death so thick it was impossible to dispel.
"Is Heaven destined to destroy me here?"
As one of Tai Shang elders looked at Jiang Yun, whose aura was waning and who was still struggling to hold on, and at the growing number of ferocious enemies outside, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.
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