Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie prepared himself, his hands gripping both sides of the sword, fingers clamped down like iron pincers.

The instant his fingers grasped the sword's body, the Berserk Blood Greatsword trembled slightly, and immediately, domineering and unparalleled sword intent and terrifying sword energy swept out, impacting his body like a wave of air.

Clang!

The sword energy impacted his flesh, erupting with a dull metallic tremor, like a heavy sword striking a giant bell, the sound shaking the space within the hall, the sword energy sweeping to every corner.

Jun Wuxie felt as if his body had been struck by a great mountain, causing the blood within him to surge slightly, and his body trembled.

He was shocked!

How formidable was his physical body?

Having cultivated to the Supreme Saint Realm, it was much stronger than Mu Ciyin's.

Moreover, because he was the one drawing the sword, the level of sword energy emitted by the Berserk Blood Greatsword belonged to his realm, yet it still made him feel a slight surge of blood.

This was only from the Berserk Blood Greatsword trembling slightly; he hadn't even begun to exert force to draw the sword. Once he did, it would only become more intense.

The sword intent was also terrifying. That heavy and berserk sword dao artistic conception pressed down on one's heart, as if suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

At the same time, all the other ancient swords in the hall began to shake.

Starting with the ancient swords in the sword altar, they released sword intent and sword energy, followed by the ancient swords in other locations also releasing sword intent and sword energy.

Tens of thousands of ancient swords, vast sword intent, and slaughterous sword energy soaring into the sky, gathered into a torrent of sword intent and sword energy, all locked onto him, crazily impacting him.

Fortunately, Jun Wuxie's soul was far more profound than his cultivation realm. Under the impact of these sword intents, he didn't feel any discomfort.

However, the gathered sword energy was quite terrifying, causing him severe pain, internal organ tremors, and blood rushing upward, almost causing him to spit it out.

"Wuxie!"

Mu Ciyin witnessed this scene at the hall's entrance, crying out in alarm, her face turning pale.

She had experienced it before and knew how terrifying the sword energy impact was.

When she drew her sword, she only encountered the sword intent and sword energy impact from the Icy Glass Divine Sword.

But Wuxie was now suffering the impact of the sword intent and sword energy released by all the ancient swords in the entire hall. The scene was too terrifying!

"I'm fine, Master Ciyin, don't worry!"

Jun Wuxie took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood within his body, and activated his Battle Intent, adding the 'Defense' Word Art to his body.

The blood energy couldn't be released, but the 'Defense' Word Art divine ability didn't require external release of blood energy. This divine ability was a defensive technique that acted on the physical body and was not restricted.

Except for not using the Sublimation Forbidden Technique, he maximized the defense he could add in this environment, and with both hands gripping the Berserk Blood Greatsword, he suddenly exerted force, pulling the Berserk Blood Greatsword outward.

His strength was quite astonishing. The Berserk Blood Greatsword was shaken at once, and the sword body inserted into the ground of the sword altar was gradually revealed under his immense force.

At this moment, the Berserk Blood Greatsword began to tremble violently, and the power of the sword waves it emitted suddenly increased sharply, and the released sword intent was also the same, frantically impacting Jun Wuxie.

Almost at the same time, the sword waves of the Berserk Blood Greatsword swept through the hall, and all the ancient swords swept by the sword waves trembled and buzzed violently, shaking out several times more intense sword intent and sword energy than before.

The vast sword energy rushed towards Jun Wuxie in waves.

Jun Wuxie passively endured, being struck thousands of times every instant.

Even with the Battle Intent obliterating some of the impact power of the sword energy, and the 'Defense' Word Art reducing the damage of the sword energy, in a short period of time, it still caused his muscles to begin to crack, and blood stained his clothes red.

Especially in the area impacted by the sword energy of the Berserk Blood Greatsword, the bones there were slightly sunken.

Jun Wuxie began to sublimate, activating the Primordial Dismemberment and the True Martial Undying Body, two major sublimation forbidden techniques superimposed, causing his strength to increase more than a hundredfold, and his defense was also greatly enhanced.

As a result, the power of the sword energy of these ancient swords also skyrocketed!

However, it did not increase as violently as his defense increase, which reduced his defensive pressure a lot.

The Berserk Blood Greatsword became heavier, as if gravity had been added, making him, whose strength had increased more than a hundredfold, unable to pull it out instantly, only slightly accelerating the speed of drawing the sword.

Jun Wuxie continued to use the sublimation forbidden technique, the True Martial Immortal Slaughtering Art.

Strength increased tenfold again!

This time, the Berserk Blood Greatsword was instantly pulled out by him.

Clang!

The heavy sword trembled incessantly in his hand, but it no longer released sword intent and sword energy.

In the hall, all the sword intent converged, and all the sword energy dissipated.

The huge sword body of the Berserk Blood Greatsword quickly shrank in his hand, eventually becoming three feet long and the width of a palm.

At the same time, Jun Wuxie felt the Berserk Blood Greatsword actively establishing a connection with himself, forming a contract, and recognizing him as its master.

Ding ding ding—

At this moment, throughout the entire hall, all the ancient swords that had just calmed down trembled violently again.

However, the ancient swords no longer released sword intent and sword energy.

Their sword bodies trembled, and the part inserted into the ground automatically pulled out.

Immediately, thousands of ancient swords detached from the ground, sword tips facing down, suspended in the air, and then all gathered towards Jun Wuxie, revolving around him.

Such a scene left Mu Ciyin at the hall's entrance dumbfounded.

Jun Wuxie was also stunned for a moment, and then understood what was happening.

The Berserk Blood Greatsword in his hand was the Emperor of Weapons here.

The Berserk Blood Greatsword recognized him, and served him as its master, and these ancient swords, which followed the Berserk Blood Greatsword, all surrendered to him.

This kind of one-for-ten-thousand deal was truly an unexpected surprise.

However, he originally intended to take all the ancient swords in the hall anyway.

Now, this saved a lot of time and effort.

This was the last golden age in the prophecy, and these ancient swords should not be buried here. When they left this ancient tomb, they should exert their power and help resist the darkness invasion.

Only by surviving the cataclysm of this era would there be hope for the future, otherwise the universe would fall, and everything in this ancient hall would eventually fall into the hands of dark creatures.

"Wuxie!"

Mu Ciyin entered the hall and came near the sword altar, but could not get close to him, blocked by the myriad swords floating around him.

Jun Wuxie waved his sleeve, and those ancient swords made way, allowing Mu Ciyin to enter the sword altar and come to his side.

Looking at the densely packed ancient swords floating around, a trace of excitement appeared on Mu Ciyin's beautiful face.

"Wuxie, what grade are these ancient swords?"

Her voice trembled slightly, full of anticipation.

"All the ancient swords outside the sword altar are Divine Artifacts, and all those inside the sword altar are Heavenly Divine Artifacts. I can't determine exactly which grade, after all, there are seals inside the sword bodies of the ancient swords, but I can be sure that the Berserk Blood Greatsword in my hand is a Tenth-Grade Heavenly Divine Artifact."

"Tenth-Grade Heavenly Divine Artifact?"

Mu Ciyin was both surprised and delighted. Wasn't the Tenth-Grade the most top-tier Heavenly Divine Artifact?

If it broke through further, it would be an Emperor Artifact!

Jun Wuxie seemed to see through her thoughts and said, "Although there is only one grade away from the Emperor Artifact, there is a world of difference between the two. Emperor Artifacts cannot be refined by weapon refiners. They require Emperor Realm experts to spend energy to refine them, or rather, they need to obtain the Emperor's aura from their master when they prove their Dao, and successfully survive the Emperor Tribulation to succeed. Once they become Emperor Artifacts, unless they are destroyed by humans, they will be indestructible!"

"Well, but before becoming an Emperor, having such a weapon is enough."

Excited light flashed in Mu Ciyin's beautiful eyes. Seeing him obtain such a weapon made her happier than when she obtained the Icy Glass Divine Sword herself.

"There are also these dozens of Heavenly Divine Artifacts and tens of thousands of Divine Artifacts, making the dynasty's foundation unmatched! I don't know how the tomb owner obtained so many Divine Artifacts back then."

Mu Ciyin was amazed.

"At the tomb owner's realm, there is no need to sleep. Even if he only lived through one epoch, that would be millions of years. If he had the heart to prepare for the later generations of this era, tens of thousands of Divine Artifacts and dozens of Heavenly Divine Artifacts would not be difficult for him to achieve. Moreover, he probably lived more than one epoch."

Jun Wuxie did not doubt the tomb owner's ability at all. This tomb owner must have been an extremely amazing person in the same era and realm, possessing great fortune and skillful means.

Just from the fact that he could possess the [Heirloom · Universe Holy Armor] and likely left a large number of [Heirloom · Universe Holy Stones] in the Yang Tomb, it was enough to show his means.

Mu Ciyin took the Berserk Blood Greatsword from Jun Wuxie's hand. It was extremely heavy in her hands, causing her hands, which were unprepared, to sink down from its weight.

"How can it be so heavy?"

She was shocked. The weight was too astonishing, at least the weight of a small planet in the outside universe.

"This sword is named Berserk Blood. It is made of Berserk Blood Divine Iron. One of the characteristics of Berserk Blood Divine Iron is its amazing weight…"

Jun Wuxie immediately explained the characteristics of the Berserk Blood Divine Iron.

"That's really great. This Berserk Blood Greatsword is a weapon tailored for you!"

Mu Ciyin was very happy to hear that.

"Indeed, for me, the Berserk Blood Greatsword is very suitable. Its current weight is only the base weight. When blood energy is poured into it, the weight will skyrocket. This sword is most suitable for close combat, and the impact force of swinging it can almost destroy all defenses of the same realm."

Jun Wuxie stroked the sword body of the Berserk Blood Greatsword, fondling it.

Before becoming an Emperor, this heavy sword would likely become the main weapon that accompanied his growth.

He put all the ancient sword artifacts into the cave within his body.

Originally, he wanted to put them into the Eight-Nine Profound Palace, but he suddenly remembered that the Eight-Nine Profound Palace could not be used here.

It was not that the Profound Palace was restricted by the order in the Yang Tomb, but that the order here made the space in the Yang Tomb very special.

"Master Ciyin, let's go."

Jun Wuxie stored the Berserk Blood Greatsword inside his body and looked around the main hall. It had been filled with weapons before, but now it was empty and desolate, with nothing left.

He and Mu Ciyin walked side by side, passing through the door at the far end of the hall and entering a wide corridor.

The corridor was still made of bronze, and the floor was paved with bluestone.

As with the corridor they had passed through when they first entered, pure energy was being released from the walls on both sides, but there was a limit to the total amount each person could absorb.

The quality of this energy was slightly higher than that released by the previous corridor, but it still corresponded to the Saint Ancestor Realm, and was of no use to Jun Wuxie and Mu Ciyin.

They walked along the corridor to the end, arriving at a rectangular hall.

There was no path ahead, only several tightly closed bronze doors on the sides.

"Land of opportunity, path of trials, please, later generations, do not be blindly confident. The difficulty is very high, very high."

There was a bluestone tablet in the hall with these words engraved on it.

After reading it, Jun Wuxie shifted his gaze to the bronze doors.

There were a total of six bronze doors, each with a difficulty mode engraved on the door frame: Normal Mode, Hard Mode, Hell Mode, Abyss Mode, Nightmare Mode, and Despair Mode, from lowest to highest.

Seeing these difficulty modes, Jun Wuxie couldn't help but think of the scene of闯关 in the Golden Scale Secret Realm in the Lower Realm back then.

The sides of the bronze doors were engraved with words stating that the path of trials consisted of nine levels, each taking place in a separate palace, and that the higher the difficulty, the greater the opportunities and creations obtained.

"Wuxie, which mode should we choose?"

The path of trials behind the bronze doors was unknown to both her and Wuxie. They had no idea how high the difficulty would be under the various modes.

"There's no need to even think about it, it must be Despair Mode. The truly good things can only be obtained in the trials of Despair Mode."

Jun Wuxie would naturally not choose any other mode, just like when he was in the Golden Scale Secret Realm in the Lower Realm.

Although the highest difficulty, Despair Mode, might be very difficult, the rewards would be rich.

Mu Ciyin's red lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing, and nodded gently, not raising any objection to his choice.