This was the burial site of one Emperor—or perhaps the resting place of many Emperors. Why were there several Imperial Weapons here? It made people’s fur stand on end from skin to marrow, their whole bodies trembling.
That was absolutely an Imperial Weapon—otherwise how could it have struck a crack into the Immortal-Tear Green Gold Ruler, and now silently annihilated a Great Sage, who couldn’t even resist?
This place had erupted into chaos. How could anyone keep fighting here? No matter how many came, that many would die. Great Sages weren’t even a match for it—the cultivators of the entire universe couldn’t stack up enough bodies to overcome it!
“Retreat! Fall back at once!”
The Human Clan’s Dao Guardian’s voice trembled. The great tomb kept defying their expectations, nothing like what they had imagined. They hadn’t even seen the Emperor’s corpse yet, and already disaster after disaster had struck.
That was a massive Demon-God Platform, formed by leveling and cutting through a mountain range. Five weapons lay buried atop it, each one reviving, wisps of the ancient Emperor’s aura spreading everywhere.
Unfortunately, none could be seen clearly. The blazing ones made people’s tears of blood flow and their spiritual sense verge on collapse; the dim ones hid within the void—neither could their true forms be discerned, nor their shapes known.
This was where the Emperor had buried his weapons, laying to rest the divine tools that had accompanied him through a lifetime of warfare.
Suddenly, a dragon’s roar echoed across the nine heavens. The giant dragon-horse that had vanished earlier appeared once more, stretching across the far horizon, raising its head toward this direction.
It was truly a shocking sight—that crimson dragon was larger than countless mountain ranges; any peak before it looked like a small mound of dirt, utterly insignificant.
The Imperial Weapons had appeared, and the ancient Emperor’s mount had appeared as well, raising its head to gaze this way, shaking everyone’s hearts.
Boom!
Behind the giant crimson dragon, a colossal mountain larger than the stars emerged, spanning the ends of heaven and earth, vast and boundless, reaching up into chaos above and pressing down on the Nine Nether Realms below—no one knew how many tens of thousands of zhang tall it stood.
At the mountain’s base was a massive cavern. The crimson dragon swept its tail and vanished inside, its roars echoing out, shaking souls to the core, clouds and mist churning as crimson scale-glimmers flickered from within the cavern from time to time. The ancient Emperor’s mount, transformed from horse to dragon, coiled and writhed within the giant lair, each of its crimson scales several zhang long.
“Nephew, charge in—this is our ancestor, calling for you! Hurry and go seek its guidance!” Daoren of a Hundred Calamities shouted, kicking Long Ma square in the rear, sending him flying sideways like a cannonball toward the cave entrance.
Long Ma’s nose nearly twisted with rage—this old donkey was truly too vicious. Facing that colossal crimson dragon ahead, he couldn’t help trembling; if a single claw came down, his life would surely be forfeit.
“Hum!”
The immortal mist boiled, the colossal mountain vanished, and a beam of light swept Long Ma away.
“Nephew, don’t forget your old uncle—bring back some good stuff for me!” Daoren of a Hundred Calamities’ voice-transmission called out from behind.
Everyone stood stunned, all dumbfounded.
Boom!
The Imperial Weapons stirred! Heaven and earth cracked apart, as if several Emperors were about to revive. Vast stretches of mountains and rivers turned to dust; only the towering altar remained standing there, shaking incessantly.
The Imperial Weapons were reviving, and all five at once—who could bear that? The crowd no longer cared about anything else, turning and fleeing.
“Stop, do not release any killing intent—this is a desecration of the Imperial Weapons. That’s precisely why they were activated. We must calm ourselves.” An old monk from the ancient Amitabha Star Region called out sharply.
He had grasped the essence of the matter—how sacred and dignified were Imperial Weapons, supreme among weapons, buried for endless ages. Now that they glimpsed the light of day again, the spirits within would naturally react intensely.
The Purple-Gold Buddha Bridge flashed, releasing an aura of peace and harmony beneath everyone’s feet. A pure force of faith spread out, calming everyone’s hearts.
This bridge had come from the hands of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, nourished by the willpower of all living beings, refined through countless trials, without a trace of impurity—it held the most crystalline divine radiance of humanity’s purest, most benevolent side. It was said to be able to deliver all heavenly beings, guiding all life to the other shore, and now it truly displayed its transcendent nature, effectively dissolving the killing intent.
At this, the five weapons atop the Demon-God Platform gradually calmed as well, the Emperor’s aura no longer manifesting.
“Amitabha.” Many people couldn’t help chanting the Buddha’s name along with him, and the Purple-Gold Buddha Bridge grew even more sacred and serene as a result, radiant light flowing from it.
Whether it was the Black-Robed Divine Demon from the Underworld or the Primary God from the Divine Organization, all of their expressions changed—the Buddhism founded by Amitabha Buddha was something they held in wary respect.
Mountains and rivers lay shattered, this place reduced to ruin, devastation everywhere—only the altar remained undamaged, ancient and dignified.
The five Imperial Weapons atop it revealed their true forms, no longer trembling, resting quietly there—and it turned out all of them were broken fragments, not intact weapons.
They were all a bluish-green color throughout, some without any luster at all, extremely dim, while others still had a layer of clear radiance flowing over them, each one carrying an air of ancient desolation, having endured who knew how many tens of thousands of years.
This was a ruler, forged from the most mysterious Feathered Blue-Gold, an immortal material ranked alongside Phoenix-Blood Crimson Gold and Immortal-Tear Green Gold. No one knew why it had broken, shattered into five pieces scattered on the ground.
Everyone stood dumbfounded—this was absolutely an Imperial Weapon, yet someone had shattered it. This was simply too shocking to hear!
No wonder it had attacked the Sage Spirit’s Immortal-Tear Green Gold Ruler—because it itself was a Measuring-Heaven Ruler, provoked by killing intent, unable to tolerate a “mere weapon” provoking it here.
“How exactly did it break?” People were all shocked, not daring to approach, watching from a distance.
The break was irregular, as if forcibly shattered by someone. What kind of power could destroy an Imperial Weapon? It defied all reason.
If there had been a battle, it must have been earth-shaking!
“This… it’s hard to imagine. I’ve only ever heard of such devastating divine battles occurring in the mythic age, or when the ancient Heavenly Court collapsed. Could this be someone from that era?” A Great Sage voiced his doubt, his voice unsteady.
“No, wait—this looks somewhat familiar, resembling records from ancient texts. This looks like that legendary supreme divine weapon!” Daoren of a Hundred Calamities suddenly spoke up, his expression unusually agitated.
Then the Human Clan’s Dao Guardian, the Ox Demon King, the Underworld’s peerless powerhouse, and that Primary God all had their expressions turn grave, all simultaneously thinking of one figure who had looked down upon eternity with contempt.
“It’s him—the supreme one who looked down upon the nine heavens and ten earths, the Demon Emperor!”
A Dao Guardian spoke this name with reverent awe, his voice trembling—this was a figure who had gazed down upon past and present, contemptuous of all heavens and realms.
His unrivaled, invincible bearing had illuminated the starry sky; his resounding fame made people’s hearts tremble at the mere mention of it. Supreme above all, during the era of his reign, the nine heavens and ten earths dared not disobey.
“How could it be him? Wasn’t he buried in the ancient Big Dipper Star Region? Yet here he is!”
His era couldn’t be verified. Some said it was the glorious Demon Age tens of thousands of years ago; others said it was hundreds of thousands of years ago, near the end of primordial times.
Most people nowadays knew nothing of the legends about him, but the Great Sages who had walked the ancient starry roads were not so ignorant—that kind of glory made them feel awe just thinking about it.
He had truly rampaged across the starry skies, unrivaled on the ancient roads. In his youth, the Demon Emperor had walked the Human Clan’s ancient road, hunted down by everyone—yet the result was that he grew stronger with every battle, unmatched under heaven and earth.
His original body wasn’t even powerful—legend said he was merely a snow-white rabbit, yet he became a supreme being who surpassed the age, said to have slain all supreme beings under heaven, alone reigning supreme across all heavens and myriad realms.
Before he attained the Dao, there had been a night of bloodshed that shook eternity—he had slain a Divine-Blood Supreme, killed an invincible ancient ancestor among the Sage Spirits, and slaughtered several ancient evil gods at the Quasi-Emperor realm.
That battle shook heaven and earth, made ghosts wail and gods cry out. People could hardly imagine it—alone, he had roared through the universe, defeating all ten directions in a single night, slaying every rival, forcefully ascending to the peak!
His name was Xue Yueqing—a man clad in white surpassing snow, transcending even the gods, who in that era struck upward against the deities of the ninth heaven and pressed down upon the corpse-chaos of the Nine Nether Realms below, of peerless bearing, unmatched in the world.
Though his origins had been so humble and insignificant—merely a snow-white rabbit—he had been so extraordinary, advancing step by step, ultimately becoming the Demon Emperor at the very peak of the Extreme Dao.
By the very end, people forgot his original identity, because he had grown too powerful, making even the gods tremble.
“It’s said the Demon Emperor was unrivaled in beauty across the world—starting from a small, weak body, he refined his blood, nourishing himself, growing ever stronger, until finally a single drop of his blood could kill a dragon!”
The world believed he had passed away in his later years at the Big Dipper, but some ancient texts recorded that the Demon Emperor’s great tomb transformed into a continent, ultimately crashing deep into the universe.
Now, with the Demon Emperor’s Ruler appearing, people finally understood—this was the Demon Emperor’s ancient tomb!
But their confusion also arose—why would the Demon Emperor’s Ruler, whose fame was recorded so heavily in ancient history, be broken? Its might had been so exalted.
History held no record of the Demon Emperor ever fighting such a world-shaking battle with anyone, nor had it ever mentioned the Demon Emperor’s Ruler being broken—it should have vanished together with him.
“Could it be that in his later years, the Demon Emperor, sitting alone in his mausoleum, encountered the most terrifying battle of his life—the Imperial Weapon shattered, and the great tomb crashed deep into the universe?!”
When they considered this possibility, everyone felt their hair stand on end—what kind of powerful enemy could that have been? It simply couldn’t be found anywhere in history.
The White-Robed Demon Emperor’s peerless bearing—how could he possibly have encountered a rival in his prime? Legend said he had traveled the entire universe seeking a worthy opponent, and no one could withstand even a single finger of his.
People’s thoughts raced, and finally everyone’s eyes fixed greedily on the few broken weapon fragments.
At this moment, it would have been impossible to say the crowd felt no greed—this was, after all, the Demon Emperor’s Ruler, whose divine might had astonished the ages. Even broken, it was a priceless treasure.
Moreover, the truly intact Measuring-Heaven Ruler was something people surely couldn’t control—but perhaps a single fragment of it could be wielded by a peerless Great Sage-level powerhouse.
Shua!
A flash of clear radiance—the Primary God carrying the tripod stepped forward, withdrawing all killing intent, his entire being turning calm and serene, advancing to claim the Demon Emperor’s Ruler.
The first Great Sage had made his move; naturally, the others couldn’t sit still either, rushing forward one after another. Six or seven peerless Great Sages approached, cautiously walking toward the Demon-God Platform.
Who would willingly give up such an opportunity? A generation’s Demon Emperor’s weapon, now broken into five pieces displayed here—any cultivator would be tempted.
The others held their breath, not daring to compete, watching cautiously. Among the Human Clan’s Dao Guardians, some remained still, their expressions shifting uncertainly, waiting for the right moment.
“BOOM!
Suddenly, after six or seven Great Sages drew near the altar, it released a curtain of light, veiling the area in a hazy mist. Streaks of blood-light flashed past, and a white-robed apparition stood there, back turned to the crowd, silently paying homage to the Imperial Weapons.
“Thud!”
Almost everyone dropped to their knees, feeling an ancient, overwhelming pressure. Even the Great Sages couldn’t help but want to kowtow, their knees trembling.
This shocked everyone. In that instant, they understood—that white-robed apparition must be the Demon Emperor!
To be precise, this was merely a residual imprint left behind from when he had once stood there, one that had never dispersed with the wind even to this day—just a lingering footprint, yet it was enough to nearly bring the Great Sages to their knees. Just how supremely powerful must he have been?
Then, scene after scene, image after image flashed by. Everyone was shaken to the core, their bodies trembling, as they finally understood why the Demon Emperor’s Ruler had broken!