Free Web NovelChapter 631: Chapter 629: The Final Trump Card
Xiao Ming looked up, seeing Xu Yang towering over him, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Xu Yang, don’t you really want to know what this is?"
Xu Yang sneered coldly, "That token makes me feel disgust and rejection—why would I care to know?"
"Do it!"
Can Sutian and Shi Feng sprang into action without hesitation.
Xiao Ming was left dumbstruck.
Xu Yang feels disgust and rejection?
How could that be? This is the Ancient Immortal Order!
Wait.
"Demonic Immortal!"
"You’ve already chosen the Demonic Immortal faction, and even the inheritance you’ve received belongs to the Demonic Immortal camp; that’s why you feel repulsed—even if you got this token, it’d be useless to you!"
Xiao Ming finally understood and cried out involuntarily.
But instantly, a life-or-death threat struck from both sides.
Can Sutian wielded his Immortal Sword; Shi Feng too brandished an Immortal Artifact, slicing mercilessly toward Xiao Ming.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Xiao Ming screamed pitifully, instinctively raising the Ancient Immortal Order high in his hand.
Fresh blood gushed wildly from his palm, staining the token!
Hua!
A radiant, ancient Immortal Light surged forth, engulfing him whole!
Yun Zheng was nowhere to be found, no response at all!
Yet the Immortal Light pouring out of the token firmly blocked Can Sutian and Shi Feng’s all-out strike!
Boom!
The Immortal Light rippled—the two Immortal Artifacts could no longer pierce even an inch!
"Damn it, this can’t be!"
Shi Feng cried out in shock, recalling his Immortal Artifact, attacking again.
Bang!
The Immortal Light merely quivered—an explosive force instantly sent Shi Feng flying.
Shi Feng crashed to the ground in disarray, blood spewing from his mouth, face pale as death, eyes wide with terror as he stared at Xiao Ming.
Gulp!
Can Sutian struggled to swallow, slowly retreating.
At this moment, a terrifyingly indescribable ancient aura erupted from Xiao Ming.
It felt like a tiny ant standing at the foot of Beili Immortal Mountain, gazing up at its towering heights—overwhelmed and awed.
Mighty beyond imagining, ancient and powerful, supreme and unshakable!
"What in the world is that token?"
Can Sutian muttered in a trembling voice.
Xu Yang couldn’t tell either.
His face darkened.
The situation before them seemed far from favorable.
"Suppress the others first," Xu Yang scanned below.
Can Sutian took a deep breath and instantly turned away.
After several dozen breaths.
Can Sutian returned, accompanied by Shi Hu, Xue Ming, Gu Hong, and others.
"Saint Monarch Nantian has disappeared somewhere, but the others have all been suppressed and slain!"
Can Sutian was surrounded by killing intent.
By now, he had no need to hold back at all.
"That token—I once saw a similar one at the cliff," Xu Yang said grimly.
"What?"
"Yun Zheng has been missing for so long—it must have something to do with that token!"
"If it makes you feel rejection, then surely it belongs to the Ancient Immortal faction!"
"What do we do now? Xiao Ming’s aura is still rising—damn, even the surrounding Immortal Qi is being drawn in..."
Can Sutian’s face was twisted with shock.
"If this keeps up, won’t he ascend to True Immortal?"
"Quick, look! What is that?"
Xu Yang’s pupils contracted, his heart stilled, legs weak to the point he nearly collapsed in worship.
Above Xiao Ming, a colossal, indescribably majestic monument had appeared out of thin air.
As the monument manifested, even the vast Beili Immortal Mountain shuddered.
The monument was covered in countless strange runes; a mere glance, and one’s soul seemed to sink in, pulled irresistibly inside.
Pfft!
Can Sutian spat blood, trembling as he yelled, "Don’t look directly!"
Bang!
Someone shrieked, dropping straight to their knees.
Unable to withstand the pressure.
"Quick, retreat!"
Xu Yang clenched his jaws, refusing to look at the monument, retreating step by step.
Almost reaching the far side below the mountain’s peak, the horrifying pressure and impact from the monument felt slightly diminished.
Yet it remained terrifying.
Xu Yang risked a quick glance; his mind twisted, blood trickled from his lips, as if he’d gazed at some unspeakable horror, and he scrambled to avert his eyes, face pale as paper.
Xiao Ming stood beneath the monument, Immortal Light billowing around him, voraciously devouring not only the surrounding but even the mountain’s inner reserves of millennia-old Immortal Qi—his power surged incredibly fast.
Everyone trembled uncontrollably!
"What now?"
"We can’t even get close. If Xiao Ming obtains the miracle, even if he doesn’t become True Immortal, he’ll be nearly unrivaled—who can stand against him?"
"Mr. Cen."
Can Sutian turned abruptly toward Cen Xinghou.
Cen Xinghou took a deep breath and said gravely, "The Immortal Coffin!"
"The first Emperor Qian left nothing else, but this Immortal Coffin—capable of crossing the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea. If we all devote our full strength to activating the Immortal Coffin, we might be able to resist!"
The Immortal Coffin!
The crowd’s eyes lit up.
"Seventy-two markings—we don’t have enough people, do we?"
"We’ll just have to take on more ourselves. We’re far stronger now than when we crossed the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea."
"If we can open the Immortal Coffin, all the better."
"Let’s hurry and cultivate."
...
Xu Yang’s face kept changing.
The Immortal Coffin truly was one of their last hopes!
But there’s no guarantee!
Yun Zheng, Xiao Ming!
Two tokens!
Assume, when the miracle ends, both of them ascend to the Realm of True Immortality...
Xu Yang suddenly darted toward the mountain peak.
Can Sutian and Shi Feng exchanged glances and hurried after him.
Zuo Shenzong was almost collapsed on the ground, trembling under the monument’s shadow.
"Mr. Zuo, are you alright?" Shi Feng quickly rushed to help him up.
Zuo Shenzong’s lips were quivering, his finger pointing toward the monument.
"Don’t look."
Shi Feng dared not turn his head either.
"That blade—it’s anything but ordinary!"
"To be placed among four corpses..."
Xu Yang fixed his gaze on the blade on the ground.
"Let me try."
Can Sutian stepped forward, palm reaching out to seize it.
The instant he touched the blade, he was blasted away as if struck by lightning.
The blade on the ground only trembled slightly, not a ripple otherwise!
Xu Yang and Shi Feng exchanged glances, both swallowing hard in dread.
A dozen breaths later.
Can Sutian staggered back to the summit, looking at the blade as if fearing some monstrous beast.
"I truly can’t describe that impact—it’s as if I have no right to wield it."
Can Sutian forced a bitter smile, heart pounding.
Xu Yang spoke slowly, "You all absorb the immortal foundation first—I’ll try."
This blade was the last hope!
No matter the outcome, he had to give it a try!
Shi Feng supported Zuo Shenzong and retreated slowly.
Can Sutian also fell back to the side.
The three watched Xu Yang anxiously, hearts taut with suspense.
If anyone had hope, it was Xu Yang.
Xu Yang approached cautiously, suddenly curled his palm, and grasped at the blade from a distance.
Boom!
Clang!
A pure, melodious resonance rang out through the void atop the mountain.
In that instant—
Xu Yang’s eyes grew vacant.
Inside his body, the Tripod of Heaven and Earth was struck as if by lightning, trembling fiercely.
Within—the lingering will of countless fallen ones seemed to ignite, boiling over, unleashing deafening roars.
A nearly maddened Evil Qi poured out, flooding into Xu Yang’s entire body.
Pfft!
Xu Yang shuddered violently, blood spurting from his mouth, his skin ruptured inch by inch.
Even with his formidable body, he couldn’t bear the impact of the Evil Qi.
The power of the surging Evil Qi caused Can Sutian and the other two to pale dramatically and retreat in terror.
Its force made the three of them feel suffocated!
"This—it doesn’t seem like it’s coming from the blade."
Can Sutian was bewildered: "I remember this kid has used this kind of ancient Evil Qi more than once in battle—he seems to command it."
"But now he’s clearly lost control—could the blade be triggering it?" Shi Feng was even more doubtful and nervous.
The blade on the ground shuddered violently, clanging thunderously.
Suddenly—
Shua!
The violet-gold blade soared into the air and landed in Xu Yang’s grasp.
The three watched, eyes round as saucers.
Xu Yang trembled all over, and the surging ancient Evil Qi instantly grew quiet.
The Tripod of Heaven and Earth, too, became silent.
