Mount Zhongnan the former site of the Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain, a dark figure was digging diligently with a shovel until he unearthed a stone coffin, at which point he excitedly threw down the shovel.
"Under the esteemed Patriarch Chongyang, your unfilial disciple Yue Buqun has had no choice but to disturb your peaceful rest in order to revitalize the Huashan Mount Hua Sect. I hope you will forgive me!"
The dark figure rose and solemnly knelt before the coffin, then opened the heavy coffin to reveal the wooden coffin sealed inside.
Because of the outer coffin's protection, and because the coffin was made of rare yin wood, it did not rot or deteriorate. Even the black lacquer on it looked as if it had just been applied.
Indeed, this dark figure was none other than Yue Buqun, the current leader of the Mount Hua Sect. He had previously secretly excavated the tombs of all the Mount Hua Sect's ancestors in search of any possible Chongyang lineage.
They even searched the tomb of the sect's founder Hao Datong, but to no avail. In desperation, they consulted the sect's records and discovered the approximate location of the tomb of the Patriarch Chongyang in one of Hao Datong's notes.
After searching for half a month, the tomb of Patriarch Chongyang was finally found tonight.
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Yue Buqun gathered his sword energy, severed the steel nails in the coffin, and opened the coffin lid.
Perhaps due to the inherent properties of Yin Wood, or perhaps due to the extraordinary cultivation of Patriarch Chongyang, after hundreds of years, the other party's body had not decayed into bones, but remained like a living person, with even a rosy complexion on his face.
This discovery startled Yue Buqun, but he breathed a slight sigh of relief after sensing that the person in the coffin was indeed a corpse.
Without daring to delay, Yue Buqun bent down and searched the coffin carefully, but apart from a jade phoenix hairpin in Wang Chongyang's hand, there was nothing else in the entire coffin, let alone any martial arts inheritance.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
This result greatly shocked Yue Buqun. His eyes became bloodshot, and his expression turned mad. In the end, he even took his sword and slashed at the body of Patriarch Chongyang in the coffin, as if he wanted to destroy it to vent his anger.
The unique sword energy of the Purple Cloud Divine Art was added to the longsword, cleaving Wang Chongyang's entire body in two.
Just then, a beam of azure light shot out from Wang Chongyang's severed head and Inazuma into Yue Buqun's brow, leaving him no time to dodge.
The blue light caused Yue Buqun's head to split open, as if a red-hot iron rod had pierced his skull. He clutched his head and rolled wildly on the ground, his face contorted like a vengeful ghost, clearly enduring inhuman pain.
The excruciating pain in his head finally subsided at Tianming, and Yue Buqun was utterly exhausted. Strangely, his eyes were vacant, and he was muttering strange words.
" Chaoying, Ma Yu, Quanzhen Sect, I am Wang Chongyang, no, I am Yue Buqun..."
This situation was actually Yue Buqun's good fortune. Although Wang Chongyang died young, his cultivation was extremely high. He was a true Xiantian Grandmaster, with powerful Divine Sense. Even after his death, his Divine Sense remained for a long time.
In addition, the characteristics of Yin wood allowed this Divine Sense to be preserved intact.
It just so happens that the Purple Cloud Divine Art that Yue Buqun cultivates evolved from the Innate Art. The two originated from the same source. Previously, when Yue Buqun unleashed his sword energy, he triggered this Divine Sense, causing it to merge with his own.
Incidentally, the most profound memories of Wang Chongyang from his lifetime remained in his Divine Sense, which caused Yue Buqun's memory and thinking to become confused, but this was a great opportunity for him!
" Innate Art! One Yang Finger Divine Skill! Nine Yin True Scripture! Haha... I, Yue Buqun, have finally obtained Chongyang's inheritance!"
After a long while, Yue Buqun finally recovered and browsed through Wang Chongyang's memories. Upon discovering the existence of Innate Art, he was overjoyed. Now he finally had the capital to rise to power!
Wang Hao was unaware of the opportunity Yue Buqun had obtained, but even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. He was currently observing a curved blade in his hand, which was the Blood Sun Scimitar used by the Patriarch Red Sun in the past.
The blade of this scimitar was riddled with cracks and on the verge of collapse, but strangely, it possessed a kind of spirituality, or more accurately, a kind of demonic power.
Objects can develop Acquired Spirituality, and spirituality comes in many forms. Normal spirituality is self-explanatory, but one of the more sinister forms is demonic spirituality, which carries the risk of devouring its master. Weapons of this type are collectively known as demonic weapons, and they are distinct from mainstream divine weapons.
Although demonic weapons carry the risk of devouring their master, their effects are far stronger than ordinary divine weapons. Therefore, those who possess demonic weapons are often stronger than those who possess divine weapons of the same level.
only...
"How can this thing possess demonic power?"
Wang Hao carefully examined the curved sword in his hand, quite puzzled.
Logically speaking, this sword possesses demonic power, and given that the Patriarch Red Sun's strength after becoming a demon should be far greater than that, since demonic weapons provide a significant boost to combat power.
Unless this demonic quality was recently incorporated into it!
"Could it be because of the old monk's inner demons?"
A sudden thought flashed through Wang Hao's mind, and he vaguely guessed the source of this demonic power.
Besides the inherent Acquired Spirituality can also be fused into other spiritualities through various means. For example, the Jiuli Tribe has a method of forcibly integrating the soul of a demon beast into a weapon.
Legend has it that the Tiger Soul Demonic Saber of the Great Demon God Chiyou You was infused with the soul of a demonic tiger, making it comparable to the Xuanyuan Sword wielded by the Emperor Xuanyuan.
The demonic energy within this scimitar is clearly the manifestation of the old monk's inner demons. After all, the old monk regained his senses at the last moment, and the inner demons were no longer within him.
He was still puzzled at the time, since inner demons are the most difficult to eliminate, and his previous attacks only affected the body, so they couldn't possibly harm inner demons.
Seeing this demonic quality now made him understand where his inner demons had gone.
"It's a pity this scimitar is on the verge of collapse. It seems I'll have to find an opportunity to reforge it later. But before that, let's absorb some of the Blood Baleful Intent Qi here!"
A smirk appeared on Wang Hao's lips; he had a plan.
Although demonic weapons carry the risk of devouring their masters, their power is extremely strong, even enough to allow the wielder to fight against opponents of higher levels. He will definitely be going against the Heavenly Mandate of this world in the future.
Although we don't know in what form Heavenly Mandate will manifest, it certainly won't be simple. To deal with such a being, it's always a good idea to have some trump cards up your sleeve.
Demonic soldiers can advance by absorbing negative energy, with Blood Sha Power being the best supplement.
The battlefield here is the perfect place to extract the Blood Sha Power, as millions of alien soldiers have perished there.
"Sect Leader Qingmiao, please accept my deepest condolences!"
After temporarily putting away the Blood Sun Scimitar, Wang Hao staggered to his feet and walked to the side of Abbess Qingmiao and the others, offering them words of comfort with a sorrowful expression.
Abbess Qingmiao was leading the disciples of the Mount Heng Sword Sect to collect the remains of the seven reclusive nuns. They had never expected that these seven seniors would perish on this battlefield so soon after their birth.
" Wuming benefactor, there's no need for that. When we came to support you, we were prepared to die. To die on the battlefield fighting against the alien race, rather than on a sickbed, is the greatest honor for us martial artists!"
It's truly a shame that so many scoundrels have emerged from our Central Plains martial arts world!
With a sorrowful expression, Abbess Qingmiao shook her head slightly. She would not blame Wang Hao for the deaths of her seven senior uncles. After all, it was a million-strong army, well-equipped, and even possessed powerful weapons like crossbows.
Facing such an enemy, it was already a miracle that they survived. Not to mention that a terrifyingly powerful figure like the Patriarch Red Sun appeared at the end. In the face of such a powerful alien being, the seven senior uncles could be said to have died a worthy death.
Compared to that, she still felt somewhat apologetic towards Wang Hao, after all, those thirty-four Half-step Innate experts came from their Central Plains martial arts world, and even the southward invasion of the alien army was inextricably linked to them.
Those people did such despicable things that she felt utterly ashamed.
"After this matter is over, I will present you with a set of incomplete Celestial Person Realm martial arts manuals as a token of my gratitude, to compensate for your sect's losses in this war. Also, Sect Leader Qingmiao, you may Dingzhen the news throughout the world that Dingzhen has joined my Sword Faction!"
Looking around at the few remaining nuns, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh, feeling a pang of guilt.
Previously, the Mount Heng Sword Sect had sent forty-nine nuns with the cavalry to provide support, but now only thirteen remain, a devastating loss.
With so many experts lost, especially the seven reclusive nuns Half-step Innate the Innate Realm, the Mount Heng Sword Sect is likely to face a difficult future.
They had done him a great favor, so Wang Hao naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch them bleed and weep!
"Thank you Wuming benefactor!"
Abbess Qingmiao was overjoyed upon hearing this, as it relieved her of her worries.
With an astonishing record of annihilating an army of over a million alien races, as well as a Innate expert and thirty-four Half-step Innate experts, no one in the entire world would dare to bully the Mount Heng Sword Sect.
She was quite satisfied with the set of fragments of the Celestial Person Realm ultimate techniques, after all, those were Celestial Person Realm ultimate techniques!
Their Mount Heng Sword Sect only has two Innate martial arts techniques, which can only be cultivated to the Half-step Innate Realm at most, and they can't even be seen in the light of day. Now that they have obtained the Celestial Person Realm martial arts technique, even if it is just a fragment, it will be enough for them to cultivate to the Innate Realm.
It's easy to imagine that the Mount Heng Sword Sect will become even stronger afterward.
This is a tremendous opportunity!
"Of course, you'll get yours too. The Innate martial arts techniques that Xie Feng promised you before are still valid. You can come to the Mount Heng Sword Sect to collect them later."
Glancing at Tie Kuangtu and the others who were watching expectantly from the side, Wang Hao also made it clear that he would keep his promise.
In any case, a single Innate martial art was no big deal for him; it was enough to deal with these people.
Moreover, these people came to provide assistance at great expense; their cultivation levels were at least First-Rate- class, and the total number of them reached a thousand. Unfortunately, after the previous bloody battle, less than one-tenth survived, leaving less than a hundred people.
How could he possibly take advantage of someone who made such a huge sacrifice?
"Thank you, senior Wuming, but we request that you retract your previous promise!"
Tie Kuangtu and the others were also overjoyed, but they did not accept Wang Hao's promise of the Innate secret technique. Instead, they knelt down, clearly seeking something else.
"Oh? It seems you have grand ambitions!"
Wang Hao glanced deeply at Tie Kuangtu and the others kneeling on the ground, and said with a half-smile, "Speak, as long as it's not too outrageous, I can agree to anything!"
Although these people made contributions in this battle, Wang Hao would not tolerate them. If they dared to make any excessive demands, he would not hesitate to beat them up and let them know what the darkness of society is!