The deepest part of Purple Mountain is not as magnificent as one might imagine, but rather a vast and desolate expanse, as if one has stepped into the beginning of the universe, the source of all paths.
The enormous stone palace stretched endlessly, its dome towering high and disappearing into the surging chaos. Its end was beyond the reach of the eye, leaving only a hazy and primordial scene.
Ancient stone pillars, requiring dozens of people to encircle them, stand like ridges supporting the sky amidst the vast palaces.
The stone is engraved with blurry patterns of ancient people's sacrifices, True Dragon coiling around, and Divine Phoenix striking the sky. The mottled stone exudes the aura of countless ages, weathered and profound.
This place seems to exist outside the river of time; eternal silence is the only dominant theme.
Only the central platform, seemingly built of chaotic jade, and the enormous stone book on it.
Above the stone book, the Beginningless Bell, rising and falling, exudes an unparalleled divine might that spans eternity and suppresses all heavens.
"Pfft,"
Two disheveled figures staggered through the remaining, dim and thin protective light barrier of the palace gate, their bodies covered in blood, their divine iron armor shattered, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds.
It was the head of the Jiang Family and the venerable patriarch Jiang Yun. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their auras were extremely weak.
Like a candle flickering in the wind, it was only protected by the Hengyu Furnace, which was over ten feet tall, with wisps of crimson divine light hanging down and flowing with Emperor-level laws.
They probably already crumbled to ashes on the treacherous road leading to this place.
Behind him, the two remaining Tai Shang Elders were in even worse condition; one had his left arm severed at the root, the wound entangled with tendrils that prevented flesh from regenerating.
The other man had a deeply caved-in chest and damaged internal organs. He was only able to keep going thanks to a family-secret elixir, which allowed him to barely make it to the finish line.
Almost the instant they stepped in, the Void on the other side distorted violently like ripples on water, and an ancient mirror appeared first. Its surface was hazy, reflecting the heavens, and a cold, clear light shone down, illuminating the figures of the Ji Family members.
They numbered slightly more, about seven or eight people, but all of them were wounded, their clothes soaked in blood. Relying on the strange ability of the Void Mirror to traverse the Void, they avoided many deadly traps, but at a great cost.
An elder of extremely high seniority and unfathomable cultivation, during a previous forced spatial jump, attempted to stop an attack by Ancient Races King.
He resolutely transformed into the Dao, sacrificing his own Dao principles to protect the safety of others.
"Boom!"
Amidst the overwhelming holy light and the roars of dragons, the forces of the Yaoguang Holy Land struggled to break through. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron hovered above their heads, shimmering with dark light.
However, the luster of the cauldron was noticeably dimmer.
Clearly, there were losses incurred during the previous clashes of Emperor Weapon and perilous encounters.
They also suffered heavy losses; of the elite force that came with over a hundred men, only less than twenty remained.
Everyone was injured, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and the lingering fear of surviving a calamity.
Immediately following, the War King of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty in the Central Continent, wielding a battle flag radiating murderous intent, strode in.
He was enveloped in a tangible aura of iron and blood, like a god of death emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
However, his left arm had been severed at the shoulder, and strange laws were binding the wound, preventing the limb from regenerating and causing blood to seep out continuously.
However, his eyes remained as sharp as a hawk's, his fighting spirit unyielding.
The powerful figures of the Great Xia Dynasty followed closely behind, their Imperial Dragon Qi still vast and boundless, exuding endless majesty.
However, one of the elderly men, dressed in a prince's robe, had half of his body charred black like charcoal, emitting a foul burnt smell. It was unclear what kind of Heavenly Flame had injured him, and his breathing was unstable.
"Whoosh!"
A streak of dark light flashed like a ghost, Tu Tian appeared silently in the darkest corner of the main hall.
His clothes were tattered, barely covering his body, and there was still blood foam at the corner of his mouth. The Devouring Heaven Demon Jar in his hand shimmered with dark light, autonomously absorbing the scattered essence and blood souls around him, repairing his own damage.
His eyes, wary as a lone wolf, coldly scanned the entire room.
He was alone; of the other experts from the Thirteen Great Bandits, only the Azure Flood Dragon King was absent due to unforeseen circumstances.
The rest either fled before it became unfavorable along the way, or they had already died and dissipated, becoming part of the nourishment for this Purple Mountain.
On the other side, the chaotic energy surged violently, and several figures exuding a soaring murderous aura and an ancient presence descended.
Leading the group was none other than the Silver-Winged Ancient King of the Spirit Valley. His face was so gloomy it could drip water, and on his back, a terrifying crack almost severed his pair of silver wings that shone with metallic luster, from which divine blood flowed continuously.
This was clearly due to the fact that he was fatally affected by the power of Jiang Jiaheng's furnace earlier and managed to escape by sheer luck.
Beside him followed several Ancient Races powerhouses, each bearing similar scars and varying in appearance. Some had ferocious fleshy wings on their backs, while others were covered in ancient stone armor. Each of them had fierce and violent eyes, filled with deep-seated hostility and murderous intent towards the human race.
Several other subtle auras from the Primordial Royal Clan lurked in the shadows of distant corners, coldly observing everything in the center of the hall like venomous snakes.
Among the demons were survivors: an old woman with a frail aura, holding a green wooden staff, accompanied by a woman shrouded in a hazy divine light, whose features were obscured but whose figure was peerless.
They possessed extraordinary auras, clearly indicating their extraordinary origins, but they also paid a heavy price. The old woman's leg was unnaturally bent, obviously with all the bones shattered, held together only by divine power.
The entire core hall, which had been empty for countless ages, was now filled with the strongest group of survivors from the Eastern Wasteland, Central Continent, Northern Plains, Southern Ridge, and even the Primordial Races.
Though numbering less than a hundred, they represented the most powerful forces of the time, bringing together the strongest fighting force of both the human and Ancient Races in this region.
The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, the acrid smell of burnt divine power, and a heat so intense it seemed to ignite the very air itself.
All eyes were fixed intently, almost greedily, on the chaotic jade platform in the center of the hall, as well as the huge stone book on the platform and the Beginningless Bell floating on it.
The stone inscription is simple and unadorned, its material unknown—neither gold nor stone nor jade—and it presents a dark grayish-brown color, as if bearing the dust and loneliness of eternity, so heavy that it could crush the heavens.
The Beginningless Bell, seems to have been formed from the most primordial and original chaotic energy. Its body is blurry, and its specific shape and patterns are not clearly visible.
One can only sense an unparalleled divine might that transcends eternity, suppresses all heavens, and is unmatched!
It did not deliberately exude pressure; its mere presence was enough to freeze the earth, water, fire, and wind, solidify the laws of time and space, and cause all the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon present to fall slightly silent.
It makes the souls of all living beings tremble and bow down in fear.
After a brief silence, instead of an immediate melee, a more bizarre and tense standoff ensued.
Jiang Yun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and spoke first, his voice hoarse but firm:
" The Wushi Scripture is the lineage of the Great Emperor Wushi and is related to the inheritance of the Great Dao of the human race."
My Jiang Family swears by the Hengyu Furnace that if we obtain the scriptures, we will study them together with our fellow human friends to fight against the great enemy of the Ancient Races!
His gaze swept over the human forces of the Ji Family, Yaoguang, Jiuli, and Great Xia, even though they had just been fighting each other.
However, before the struggle begins, the intention here is to stabilize the internal situation and at least form a temporary alliance.
The Mighty Figure from the Ji Family who wielded the Void Mirror was surrounded by a clear, radiant light, obscuring his face. Only a calm yet infinitely majestic voice emanated from him:
What Brother Jiang said makes sense.
The Great Emperor Wushi was an ancestor of our human race, and his legacy should naturally be inherited by our human race.
This bell and this scripture are both of great importance and require careful consideration to prevent them from falling into the hands of foreign tribes.
Although he did not explicitly support the Jiang Family in his words, he sided with the human race, while his gaze subtly drifted towards the Ancient Races, his wariness evident.
The Holy Lord of Yaoguang Holy Land was pale, but upon hearing this, he coldly snorted:
"Together?
Easier said than done!
Who is in charge, and how can we participate together?
Does your Jiang Family intend to monopolize the right to interpret this?
"I, Yaoguang, have suffered the most heavy losses in this exploration. This Wushi Scripture, I, Yaoguang, am determined to obtain!"
They lacked the Imperial Scripture, and their desire for the Wushi Scripture was the most fervent.
The war king of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty had a voice like the clang of metal on metal, exuding a chilling killing intent.
"Hmph, the Emperor's Scripture may be good, but how can it compare to the Wu Shi Emperor Weapon?"
If this bell can be brought back to the Central Continent to guard the Divine Dynasty, then the fortune of our human race can be preserved!
In my opinion, we should first join forces to retrieve the bell, and then discuss the ownership of the scriptures!
He valued the strategic significance of the Beginningless Bell even more.
Although the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty was seriously injured, his imperial demeanor remained undiminished, and he said in a deep voice:
"What the War King said is also the will of our Great Xia."
The Emperor Weapon is of paramount importance and cannot afford to be lost.
As for the scriptures, if we obtain them, we can make copies, one for each family, which is perfectly acceptable.
He attempted to reconcile the two sides, but his focus was clearly still on the Emperor Weapon.
Tu Tian chuckled sinisterly from the corner:
"Hehe, it's easier said than done."
Once they actually get their hands on it, they'll probably turn their backs on you immediately.
I don't care how you divide it; Laozi who sees it gets a share, it's all up to your ability!
He acted as if he had nothing to lose, clearly intending to muddy the waters.
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