This long sword was like glazed glass, semi-transparent, with flowing light swirling within, waves of divine might radiating from it, piercing the soul.
This was a stationary divine sword. If triggered, it wouldn't even need to strike a person; its divine might alone could leave one's soul in the air.
"What are you daydreaming about? You don't even use a sword?" Long Chen shook his head and said, "This sword is definitely a supreme treasure, but with their strength, getting hold of it would be nothing but wishful thinking—they wouldn't even dare get close."
"Hehe, since it's a treasure, it must be destined for us. There's another divine pool over there—let's go check it out." Mo Nian, on the other hand, was very optimistic, as if this thing would eventually be his.
Behind the Divine Sword Platform was a divine pool. Within the pool was a dark red liquid resembling fresh blood, and strange fluctuations formed within the pool.
Within the blood pool, one image after another appeared. After careful observation, Long Chen suddenly understood:
"Wow, this is Hong Yaoyang's grave, where his past life is buried."
Because the images flickering in the blood pool all contained Hong Yaoyang's presence—scenes from his cultivation, his fierce battles, and some of his childhood experiences.
"It seems the legend is true. After becoming a god, you must bury everything before and then jump to a new starting point."
But as humans, it's impossible to erase all memories, so they choose to bury the past.
Long Chen, this blood pool is based on Hong Yaoyang's experience of becoming a god. You should absorb it. If you have his experience, your cultivation will be twice as effective in the future, and there will be no bottlenecks. Mo Nian said.
"Are you foolish? If you absorb his experiences, your future cultivation path will be influenced by him. Taking someone else's old path might not be a good thing—it's not worth it." Long Chen shook his head.
Although he absorbed others' experiences and his cultivation path would be smooth and advancing rapidly, others' paths eventually have an end. Long Chen's goal was not to become a god, and to be honest, Long Chen truly disdained to touch Hong Yaoyang's legacy.
"You're the fool. Anyway, when you become a god, you'll have to bury your previous cultivation. Just throw it away then, it won't really matter." Mo Nian chuckled, clearly having anticipated this outcome and came up with a countermeasure.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "My path is different from others'. I definitely don't want this guy's legacy." "
You said it yourself, okay? When the time comes, don't say I'm being improper—I won't give you any benefits." Mo Nian said.
Long Chen frowned and said, "You don't really want his inheritance, are you? Let me tell you, this thing is too risky and not very interesting." Because
Long Chen saw that Mo Nian seemed serious and not joking, he couldn't help but warn him to avoid regrets. Sweet first then bitter is boring.
"Hehe, who am I, Mo Nian? How could I engage in foolish matters? Besides, after so many years of hard work, ... Do you think I just messed around in archaeology?
Let me put it this way: as long as I absorb his legacy, everything about him is mine, and my things are still mine—they won't be mixed together. And when I don't want his things, I can just erase them directly. Mo Nian patted his chest confidently.
"Alright, since you're so confident, come ahead. How do you need me to cooperate with you?" Long Chen said.
Mo Nian pondered for a moment and said, "That's indeed a difficult problem. This divine pool, that divine sword, and the shed shed on the throne are all supreme treasures."
In the divine pool is his experience of becoming a god, which can help me become a god; The divine sword contains endless divine energy, which can help advance my Five-Pronged Sun-Hunting Bow; And on that shedding skin were the cultivation techniques and combat skills this guy had practiced all his life. Once he got it, it would be formidable.
But these things must be connected to Hong Yaoyang's true soul, especially the remnant shed and the divine sword. Once moved, it would definitely alert him.
Right now, only this blood pool can absorb it. Forget it, I can't think of a good solution anytime soon. Everyone is anxious, so I'll absorb the blood pool. Let's just leave. Mo Nian looked at the divine sword and the shed skin, sighed, clearly very unwilling to accept it, but there was no choice—there wasn't enough time.
Moreover, whether it was the Shedding, the Divine Sword, or the Blood Pool, all were guarded by divine runes. It was impossible to store them, so they could only absorb directly. Mo Nian had no choice but to choose this Blood Pool.
"Wait, your Five-Pronged Yang-Hunting Bow can absorb the divine power of that divine sword?" "Really? Don't try to fool me." Long Chen said solemnly.
As far as he knew, Mo Nian's five-pronged Lie Yang Bow was formidable, but it couldn't reach this level. The divine might contained within this long sword was terrifying, containing the lifelong strength Hong Yaoyang had before becoming a god.
Although Hong Yaoyang had not yet become a god at that time, the power within the artifact already bore the imprint of a god. Leaving aside whether Mo Nian's five-strand Lieyang Bow could absorb it, even if it could, wouldn't the bow be burst in an instant?
"You're underestimating me, haven't you? When have I, Mo Nian, ever bragged? Look. Mo
Nianyi waved his hand, and in his palm appeared a completely transparent bow, just over three inches long. If he didn't remember the style of the Five-Pronged Yang-Hunting Bow, Long Chen would have almost recognized it.
At this moment, the five-stranded Lieyang Bow was very small, but its body had nine small holes, each with a tiny vortex.
"We're good brothers, so I'll share this secret with you. This secret is unknown to the entire demon clan, even my grandfather doesn't know.
Our two ancestors of the Mohist school came up with a great plan, also known as the Swallowing Heaven Plan: to transform the five-pronged Yang-Hunting Bow into the Swallowing Heaven Yang-Hunting Bow.
After years of my archaeological work, my Swallowing Sky Hunting Sun Bow has now been initially formed. These nine vortices are specifically designed to devour various divine powers.
Anything beneficial to its evolution will be automatically absorbed, and the unfavorable will be filtered out. Let me put it this way: the Swallowing Sky Hunting Sun Bow, as long as there are resources, can evolve infinitely without end. Mo Nian gripped his longbow, speaking with high spirits.
This time, Long Chen was truly shocked. The Mohist ancestors were truly cunning and far-sighted. Divine artifacts could evolve infinitely—this was the first time Long Chen had ever heard such a thing in his life.
"Anyway, I'll get stronger and stronger in the future. I'll keep you out. Those who have offended us, I'll poke their butts with a longbow every day to play with."
Alright, you help me protect the Dharma. I'll absorb the Divine Pool, and we'll leave. After Mo Nian finished speaking, he was about to enter the Divine Pool.
"Wait,"
Long Chen grabbed Mo Nian.
"What?" Mo Nian was taken aback.
"Since you have the ability, let's go for a big deal. We'll take all three treasures." Long Chen gritted his teeth and said.
"I want to collect it too, but that's impossible. We simply don't have time to set it up." Mo Nian said helplessly.
If time allowed, the two could study the runes on the ground and find ways to disconnect or block them. But time waits for no one—they had to return to participate in the Star Domain Divine Realm.
"How about this: I'll find a way to tie down Hong Yaoyang and try to buy you more time.
I'll summon the Heaven-Flipping Seal in to send us messages. Ling'er must come with me. Long Chen said.
Long Chen had to carry the Demon Moon Furnace with him, so he couldn't maintain contact with Mo Nian through the furnace. He had to have a divine weapon in Mo Nian's star space.
Moreover, this divine weapon must be mentally connected to Long Chen. The Dragon Bone Evil Moon must guard the main body to support him, making the Heaven-flipping Seal the most suitable.
"Trap Hong Yaoyang?" Are you crazy? Mo Nian was startled. He thought he was bold enough, but Long Chen was even bolder—he actually wanted to trap Hong Yaoyang. After all, he was the god of a realm.
"According to my estimate, I can tie him up for about an hour, so you must hurry and try to secure two treasures in the shortest possible time." Long Chen said.
"You sound like you're serious." Mo Nian said in disbelief.
"Of course I'm serious. Don't drain the blood pool yet. Wait until I'm ready, and I'll send you a message through the Heaven-flipping Seal."
After Long Chen finished speaking, he immediately rushed off, leaving Mo Nian looking utterly confused. He felt that Long Chen was about to do something extremely crazy.
Long Chen sprinted all the way, leaving the underground cemetery, following the passage back to his original spot. He pushed aside the rocks and found nothing unusual around. Just as he was about to move, a sense of danger arose and he immediately turned back.
"Whoosh!"
In the void, a group of strange figures clad in strange battle armor sped through the void, flying just above Long Chen's head.
"This must be the Nether Soldier Mo Nian mentioned. Their combat power rivals that of a third-step Tongming Realm expert. Mo Nian really is something—able to survive their pursuit with some flavor." Long Chen watched the squad of underworld soldiers fly past, feeling deep admiration for Mo Nian.
You have to understand, at this moment, Mo Nian hasn't yet crossed the tribulation, and his primordial spirit is stuck at the Mingxing Realm. In front of these Nether Soldiers, he's as weak as a rabbit. Not only can he survive, but he can also track the locations of the Nether God Temple and the Nether God Tomb. This guy is truly a genius.
That squad of Nether soldiers actually charged straight into the spatial passage. According to Mo Nian, that was the path to the Netherworld. He wondered if they were there to hunt Mo Nian.
After the group of Underworld soldiers disappeared, Long Chen waited briefly, and only after confirming nothing unusual did he emerge from behind the rock.
Closing his eyes, a smile appeared on Long Chen's face. As long as there is the Underworld, there must be Netherworld Karma Fire. Long Chen quickly sensed its fluctuations.
Long Chen didn't bother to reveal his whereabouts, sprinting toward that direction, unleashing his lightning flash to the limit, covering ten thousand miles in an instant.
After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Long Chen stopped. Ahead lay a gloomy ancient pagoda. The tower had only one floor, but it exuded an endless evil aura. Long Chen was very familiar with that aura, having entered it before.
This place is what is called hell, but from the outside, it looks like an ancient pagoda, with no visible view of its interior. Years ago, Long Chen escaped from hell, but he had no idea what hell was really like.
"Back then, Leng Yueyan said that the Netherworld Karmic Fire is in hell. It seems this is the place."
Long Chen gazed at the ancient pagoda, took a deep breath, slowly clasped his hands, and softly chanted. The sacred chanting echoed through the void.