Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 62: Demon Dragon Saber
"This..."
Wuo Huai’s expression turned grave. "This item is called the Demon Dragon Saber. Among all the treasures here, it’s definitely one of the top!"
One of the top?
Xu Yang’s eyes showed a flash of surprise as he casually swept his gaze over the entire treasury.
He didn’t believe for a second that this was the Kunwu Division’s entire collection. Wuo Longyue wasn’t that naïve!
But even so, for what’s been brought out to be among the best is no ordinary matter.
"Demon Dragon Saber?"
Just from the name, it was clearly a sinister Divine Weapon.
"May I have a look?" Staring at the seals etched on the box’s surface, Xu Yang’s interest was piqued.
As for sabers, he’d never had any aversion.
After browsing this long, this was the only thing that had truly sparked his curiosity.
"Of course."
Wuo Huai gave Xu Yang a strange look, thinking to himself: Once you know how terrifying this blade is, you’ll lose all interest.
He shaped his hand into a hook and slapped down; the seals on the box’s surface vanished at once.
In the next instant—
A dense surge of Evil Qi burst forth from within.
Xu Yang’s brows rose slightly; this oppressive evil truly was astounding.
It could even affect ordinary True Void Realm Martial Artists.
Wuo Huai immediately opened the box.
A broad straight saber, four feet long, came into view. Its entire body was jet black like ink; at the center of the blade, a black Demon Dragon sigil lay dormant.
Clang!
The blade abruptly trembled—the black miasma surged up.
An overwhelming, sky-splitting malice washed toward them.
Xu Yang’s expression changed dramatically, his eyes filled with shock.
At this moment, it was as if the Demon Dragon Saber had truly come alive—a demon dragon danced upon it, raising its hideous head and letting out a soul-shattering, malevolent roar.
The Evil Qi blanketed everything.
Behind the demon dragon were mountains of corpses and seas of blood—an endless slaughter!
Utterly terrifying.
Xu Yang’s face went pale. His heart thudded in terror!
He could hardly imagine how many had been slain by this blade.
Just the presence of such horrifying Evil Qi would make it difficult for most Yin Realm Martial Artists to control, Xu Yang estimated.
What a demonic saber!
Wuo Huai was equally stricken, his tone heavy: "This Demon Dragon Saber was forged ages ago by a Kunwu Division chieftain. It has seen countless battles and accumulated horrifying demonic malice—and locked within it is a dragon soul, making its ferocity even greater!"
"Since that chieftain’s downfall, the saber has gone through three owners. Each could hold it for less than two years before being consumed by the Evil Qi and losing control completely. Afterward, the saber was thoroughly sealed and stored here—no one dared wield it again."
Good heavens... Xu Yang’s heart turned cold.
Even more frightening than he had imagined.
Forged by a chieftain?
That would be someone at the Myriad Phenomena Realm!
Wuo Huai suddenly chuckled. "Mr. Xu, don’t be fooled—what you’re sensing isn’t the saber’s true malice. In fact, there are nine seals on the blade. If all were undone, you and I would be devoured instantly by the dragon soul."
"Nine seals?"
Xu Yang shuddered from head to toe, his scalp tingling.
Turns out I was too careless.
But this saber—if I could master it—with such terrifying Evil Qi and a dragon soul, my combat power would soar to new heights.
Just imagine: in battle, once the Demon Dragon Saber was unleashed with its fiendish might, which enemy wouldn’t be shaken to the core?
Yet, how to handle this malice was a significant issue.
Even Xu Yang didn’t have much confidence he could stay unaffected.
"May I give it a try?"
Xu Yang was somewhat tempted.
After all, the seals weren’t undone yet.
Wuo Huai paused, smiled, and said, "Of course."
He wasn’t worried either.
Given Xu Yang’s strength, with the Demon Dragon Saber still sealed, the worst that could happen was he’d be assaulted by the Evil Qi and suffer some mental torment.
Otherwise, Wuo Huai wouldn’t have dared open the box at all!
Xu Yang’s eyes sharpened. He curled his palm and gripped the hilt of the Demon Dragon Saber!
In an instant—
Roar!
A dragon’s roar thundered through his mind.
That terrifying demon dragon seemed to leap from the blade, rushing at him—wrapped in boundless, black demonic clouds, its blood-red maw opening wide, intent on devouring him whole.
Xu Yang’s spirit wavered violently.
His Spiritual Power, condensed near to form, was being brutally suppressed.
In the blink of an eye—
His soul jolted as if electrocuted, shocking him back to clarity.
Boom!
Thunderous rumbles, ear-piercing roars.
Xu Yang’s mind felt about to split, his head about to explode.
He forced himself to endure, astonished to discover his soul had entered an awe-inspiring void.
An endless torrent of demonic malice surged and tumbled.
Under the demon dragon’s sway, it swept forth as its banner, gathering without end, poised to launch a deadly assault.
"This is... a spiritual realm?"
Xu Yang cried out; he stared intently at the demon dragon ahead, his expression deeply grim.
The accumulated, latent malice and might made it hard to breathe.
This space already seemed completely overtaken and drowned by the Demon Dragon Saber’s will.
There were only two outcomes here—either suppress it, or be gravely wounded by it.
At this moment, Xu Yang felt not a trace of regret.
This demon dragon’s might was terrifying, but he himself was no pushover!
"Want to devour me?"
Xu Yang drew a deep breath, a cold gleam bursting in his eyes. "Come on, then."
Roar!
The demon dragon seemed to sense provocation—a furious bellow, bringing the demonic clouds down upon him in an instant.
The oppressive terror nearly shattered Xu Yang’s mind.
Before it, he was like a feeble ant!
Heh!
Xu Yang snarled in outrage; his Spiritual Power erupted, forcibly sketching out a Lock God Seal in midair.
Boom!
It was as if heaven and earth collapsed—mountains tumbled, seas raged.
Xu Yang felt himself torn into countless pieces, suffering agony beyond words, unable to keep from howling in pain.
Before his shout died, the demon dragon’s own anguished roar followed immediately.
Xu Yang froze. "The Lock God Seal actually worked?"
When he regained his senses, he was greeted by an astonishing sight.
A massive lock chain, black as ink and thick as his thigh, stretched across the void, winding around the demon dragon.
It made the demon dragon roar in agony, struggling desperately.
"This chain..."
Xu Yang’s eyes widened, buried memories resurfacing.
When I first obtained the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, in that void, there had hung nine chains shrouding the Divine Cauldron.
Back then, those nine chains represented the Heaven-locking Divine Seal!
Spirit Lock Seal, Lock God Seal, Heaven-locking Seal—the three great Divine Seals, nine chains!
"Could it be that manifesting the Lock God Seal here produces this chain?"
Xu Yang could scarcely believe it.
The chain before him was nothing compared to what he’d seen back then.
Those nine chains had a might to lock the heavens and earth, even gods and demons.
This chain was but a pale imitation, countless times weaker.
And he had only barely achieved entry-level mastery of the Lock God Seal.
Yet even so, it was enough to momentarily restrain the demon dragon.
Xu Yang’s thoughts surged—slowly, joy blossomed on his face.
"I’ve got to try again."
He licked his lips, took a step forward, approaching of his own accord.
Crash!!
The demon dragon thrashed wildly, striking the chains as Evil Qi surged violently.
Its form was terrifying to the extreme.
Xu Yang remained unmoved. Suddenly, he formed seals with his hands.
"Spirit Lock Seal!"
In his understanding, the three great Divine Seals corresponded to nine chains.
One seal, three chains!
With the Lock God Seal, he had manifested only a single chain—clearly, his cultivation was far from mastery.
But with the Spirit Lock Seal, he had achieved full perfection!
Boom!
He slammed the seal down.
Three black chains appeared out of nowhere, forming a cage that enveloped the demon dragon.
Rooooar~~~
The demon dragon shook as if struck by lightning, its evil mist and demonic clouds collapsing by more than half, sending up piercing shrieks.
Within those howls, Xu Yang actually heard a trace of fear!
The demon dragon—was firmly suppressed!
Seeing this, Xu Yang was overjoyed, unable to keep from laughing out loud.
Success!
This unexpected use of the Heaven-locking Divine Seal had given him a way to suppress the demon dragon.
And as his strength grew, the sealing power would only become stronger.
Even if all the seals on the Demon Dragon Saber were undone, he would no longer fear the blade’s corruption.
Wielding the Demon Dragon Saber, his battle power would soar.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion ripped out from the depths of the void.
Like a surging tide of thunder, rolling without end, shaking heaven and earth.
Crack!
As if something broke apart.
Within the treasury, shrieks flew—Demon Dragon Saber quaked violently, its Evil Qi abruptly swelling severalfold.
Wuo Huai’s face twisted in shock—he stumbled backward, terrified by the sudden turn, crying out involuntarily: "How can this be?"
"How could the seals on the Demon Dragon Saber collapse?"
"Did he just forcibly break through the first layer of seals?"
Wuo Huai’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes bulging wide as if he had seen a ghost!
