Long Ma’s hair stood on end. Compared to that giant beast, they looked similar in form, but he was like a miniature toy version—that was a giant divine beast, transformed into a true dragon, its tail sweeping and vanishing deep into the immortal mountains.
Those crimson-glow-flickering dragon claws were enough to cover an entire cluster of peaks; the vast dragon head could split apart giant stars—towering and majestic, like the ancestral dragon of eternity itself.
Daoren of a Hundred Calamities’ eyes shot out two dazzling beams of light as he said, “We’ve encountered an ancestor! Nephew, hurry and chase after it—this is our fortune. Whether this humble Daoist can achieve something in the future depends entirely on you.”
“That’s your donkey. He’s a dragon. What relation does he have to you?!” Everyone silently complained, but none dared to correct him.
White smoke puffed from Long Ma’s nose. Lately he’d been playing the role of “donkey nephew,” and he was thoroughly infuriated—but he couldn’t win a fight, and he couldn’t escape either. There was truly nothing he could do about it.
The group chased forward, led by the various Great Sages, pressing deep into the Imperial Weapon Mountain, all wanting to find out clearly whether the mount of the ancient Emperor had truly survived.
Mist and rosy clouds spread everywhere, immortal fog steamed and rose, transforming into a stretch of shimmering light-rain, flowing radiance and overflowing color. In this primordial mountain forest, the ancient trees and rocks were all dyed with mysterious hues, intoxicating to behold.
How could this possibly be some kind of great tomb? It was clearly a small immortal-earth realm—lush with vegetation, silver waterfalls like unrolled silk, spectacular mountain scenery, extremely well-suited for cultivating the Dao.
Deep within Imperial Weapon Mountain, not a trace of death energy could be felt. There was only the faint, half-hidden trace of immortal Dao talisman-marks—this place was tainted with wisps of the ancient Emperor’s imperial aura.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a blazing beam of light flew over, becoming the sole eternal thing in existence—everything in the world lost its color before it, extremely dazzling, incomparably resplendent.
It was too fast, exceeding the limits of human comprehension—this could be called a beam of immortal radiance, piercing through every obstruction in a single flash.
“Puh!”
Accompanied by a muffled grunt, one of the Heavenly Kings from the Ancient Clans fell. Evil-god blood, desolately beautiful, scattered across the sky, drenching and collapsing the mountain peaks below, withering all vegetation for miles.
It was a bleak, chilling scene—divine blood splattering everywhere. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he was incomparably weak; his lips trembled, his gaze scattered and dimmed, and then he collapsed completely into the dust.
“BOOM!”
This person underwent Dao-dissolution—his body dispersed, becoming a sheet of light-rain. Not even a single crystalline bone remained; everything turned to ash.
What was that? A single strike had killed an Ancient Clan Heavenly King who was only half a step from becoming a Great Sage, felled on the spot—it was truly terrifying to the spirit.
A being who had reached the very peak of Sage-King, who would in the future become a Great Sage and transform into an evil god—yet he couldn’t even cry out once before withering away like that.
No one could see it clearly. That beam of immortal radiance had rushed past in an instant, leaving everyone stunned into silence. Entering the Imperial Mausoleum had finally brought a crisis—so bizarre and eerie, dying without even knowing how one died.
The Human Clan’s Dao Guardian furrowed his brow and stepped forward to observe, then rapidly retreated as if he’d encountered a viper. That spot was still dotted with light-rain; the power of Dao-dissolution was extremely intense there, nearly catching him on fire.
“Did you all see that? Was that a living creature, or some kind of divine weapon? How could it be so unnaturally powerful?” the leader of the Ox-Demon Clan asked. Even as a Great Sage, he hadn’t seen it clearly. He’d only glimpsed a startling rainbow-streak flash by, and then an Ancient Clan powerhouse was dead.
Could it have been that dragon-horse from before? Someone raised the doubt—that was, after all, the mount of the ancient Emperor. If it truly unleashed its might, everyone present was likely doomed.
But a Great Sage shook his head—that aura didn’t quite match. That massive crimson dragon had been like a mountain range, vast and magnificent, while the immortal radiance from just now had been slender and small, piercing straight through.
“Everyone, this place is called Imperial Weapon Mountain—it’s where the ancient Emperor buried his weapons. We must be careful and cautious. I feel that light just now was somewhat—” Daoren of a Hundred Calamities began speaking, but suddenly his words were cut off.
A blazing beam of light flew over again, like a heaven-piercing rainbow connecting sky and earth, illuminating everyone so brightly that they had to close their eyes, tears of blood streaming down as if being cut by blades.
This was too terrifying!
Daoren of a Hundred Calamities let out a great cry, his body abruptly spinning as he unleashed a substitute-death technique—his true self departing, leaving behind a puppet body that was pierced through. Then came a muffled grunt from behind as two more Sage-Kings were cut down horizontally. Blood-blossoms burst forth as they directly became light-rain, falling onto the mountainous ground, self-dissolving into the Dao, leaving nothing behind.
The surrounding wilderness fell silent. People sensed an eerie and powerful presence, as if some primordial ferocious beast was secretly watching, intending to hunt down every single one of the strongest present.
The brilliant green Measuring-Heaven Ruler and the gleaming Vajra Pestle floated and sank in the sky, shielding the various clans’ armies below, guarding against another surprise attack.
“Everyone, do not act rashly. Even if you see a divine treasure, do not take it upon yourselves to claim it—otherwise it may bring great disaster.” The Human Clan’s Dao Guardian issued a solemn warning.
After this calamity, everyone grew cautious, all staying within the Great Sages’ protective range, not daring to rush out recklessly.
“What exactly was that?” Even the Stone Sage Spirit murmured to himself, his expression incomparably grave—this had made him feel an enormous threat.
That immortal radiance from before had absolutely been aimed at Daoren of a Hundred Calamities. Daring to strike at a Great Sage meant it could threaten everyone here—all of them were its targets.
The great mountains stood towering and majestic, medicinal herbs covered the ground everywhere, divine waterfalls stretched vast and boundless—yet within this immortal-realm-like pure land, killing intent lurked hidden, and everyone’s expression turned grave.
The mist around them thickened gradually. People sensed something was wrong. The various clans’ armies had their banners fluttering in the wind, numbering in the dozens to hundreds of divisions, countless in number. Could they all be slaughtered here? People dared not imagine it. The mausoleum of the ancient Emperor could not be provoked—they had only just entered, and already they’d encountered a massive crisis.
“It’s coming again!”
Everyone sensed a presence that made all the heavens and myriad realms tremble—a massive fluctuation, a blinding immortal light, making everyone’s bones feel as if they would shatter.
This fluctuation was too terrifying, stronger than before. Even the Great Sages’ expressions changed drastically—this exceeded their control and understanding, completely different from what they had expected.
“Hiss!”
An immortal, undying divine light shot forth, piercing through myriad realms. Any tangible matter in its path could not escape the calamity of being struck down. With a boom, it easily tore through a light-barrier that a Great Sage had erected, piercing straight in.
It swept down toward the various clans’ armies—such an offensive, such overbearing dominance, truly capable of slaying gods and killing Buddhas that stood in its way, absolutely able to slaughter all living beings in an instant, causing an immeasurable blood calamity.
It was like immortal-realm divine light pouring down, breaking all methods. The first to bear the brunt was that Measuring-Heaven Ruler, no longer than an arm’s length. Despite its radiant divine glow and immortal tear-like markings, possessing some of the aura of a supreme divine weapon—
But now it wasn’t enough. The moment it was barely grazed, it trembled and flew sideways, shaking violently, like a sheep facing a ferocious dragon!
This… was somewhat unbelievable. This was a Sage-Spirit weapon forged from Immortal-Tear Green Gold, yet it was this vulnerable, naturally suppressed, trembling uncontrollably.
“BOOM!”
That beam of immortal radiance descended, locking onto the Measuring-Heaven Ruler, attacking it directly—perhaps because among the weapons here, it alone was the most special, after all forged from divine gold, drawing the immortal radiance’s attention.
The Sage Spirit roared, its body—only about a meter tall—radiating heavenly-god-like majesty as it summoned its own weapon, fearing it would be destroyed under this strike.
With a hissing sound, brilliant immortal rosy-clouds flared, green light flickered, and the Measuring-Heaven Ruler, forged from Immortal-Tear Green Gold, flew backward to dodge the attack, rushing toward its own master.
However, that beam of immortal radiance followed like a shadow, arriving a step ahead to strike the precious ruler. With a clang, a crack appeared on its surface.
It also burst forth with incomparable light, making many people weep tears of blood, unable to look directly at it—that kind of immortal radiance was too terrifying.
Everyone was stunned. How powerful must this divine object be, to actually damage Immortal-Tear Green Gold? This… was absolutely an Imperial Weapon—otherwise it couldn’t possess such power!
One must know that in this world, among the strongest immortal materials—the Root Qi of All Things’ Mother, Phoenix-Blood Crimson Gold, Immortal-Tear Green Gold—when judged purely by indestructibility and hardness, nothing could be found to surpass them!
“Retrieve!”
The Stone Man let out a great roar, opening his mouth to inhale a stream of green rosy-light about a foot long, swallowing his precious ruler back down. His heart ached unbearably—this Sage Weapon had been damaged; who knew how many years of nurturing it would take to restore it.
An immortal thunder-storm swept in, its divine radiance dazzling, actually rushing toward him. The Sage Spirit roared and swung his most powerful divine energy to strike it down.
“BOOM!”
He was sent flying backward. As strong as he was—a peak Great Sage only half a step from the Quasi-Emperor realm—he simply couldn’t withstand it, sent flying without a shred of suspense.
Moreover, his fist had already rotted away, divine blood spraying, crystalline divine radiance staining heaven and earth red. And it wasn’t over—his entire right arm began Dao-dissolution, rapidly turning into light-rain.
Not to mention ordinary people—even the various Great Sages felt their hair stand on end. This kind of attack was too terrifying; even people of their caliber couldn’t block it. What hope was there of subduing it?
“Puh!”
The Stone Man was extremely decisive. His left hand transformed into a Sage Sword; a cold flash of light passed, and with a crack, he severed his own right arm at the shoulder, letting divine blood gush out.
That arm rapidly underwent Dao-dissolution, becoming a sheet of light-rain—nothing remained. The scene was so horrifying that no one dared to even breathe heavily.
“Impossible… what is going on?!” The crowd’s bones turned cold with fear; many people trembled and cried out.
It was too terrifying. Was someone orchestrating all of this, directing the Imperial Weapons to attack the various heroes? How frightening—it made everyone feel cold from head to toe.
This exceeded everyone’s expectations. It was just an ancient Emperor’s mausoleum—why would there be a living, supremely powerful being here? Was it controlling all of this?
A long time passed, and everything remained quiet. Everyone’s hearts felt as if a mountain were pressing down on them, incomparably heavy.
“BOOM!”
Ahead, a blaze of intense light rose up. Numerous ancient mountains exploded, whole towering ranges bursting apart, massive boulders shattering the clouds!
The crowd was shocked—what kind of upheaval was this?
Rumbling thunderously, shattered rocks pierced the sky, divine energy like surging tides crashing against the shore, vast chaos exploding, ancient mountains tearing apart—this place descended into total chaos.
The ancient ground ahead split completely open. No one knew how many mountain ranges had collapsed, but finally a magnificent altar was revealed, as if the First Divine Peak of primordial times had been cut in half at the waist, becoming the ancient divine platform ahead.
On it, five or six weapons were arrayed—some radiating brilliant splendor, releasing undying immortal glow; others plain and unadorned, without a trace of fluctuation.
As the crowd arrived, these ancient weapons all revived, emitting blazing light. One of them was precisely the immortal radiance that had just attacked everyone, the one that had even made the Sage Spirit swallow its own bitterness in defeat.
“Impossible… the aura of Imperial Weapons—could they all be here, this many gathered together?!” People simply couldn’t believe it.
This wasn’t realistic. The Imperial Weapons across the entire universe could be counted on one’s fingers, yet in this ancient mausoleum, several had suddenly appeared at once, like something out of a legend come to life!
“Puh!”
Suddenly, silently and without warning, a dim, unremarkable weapon flew over with unstoppable force, piercing through the skull of a foreign-clan evil god. Fresh blood sprayed everywhere as he died on the spot, an unnatural death.
“Dead—a Great Sage is dead!” The crowd erupted into an uproar. Facing this kind of weapon, even the strongest ancient evil god couldn’t withstand it, killed on the spot.
This made people feel as if they were caught in a primordial dream. The ancient Emperor’s weapon-burial site, mountains and rivers exploding apart, revealing such a Demon-God Platform—weapons sealed away for ages emerging into the world, shaking people’s hearts to the core.