Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 591: Dragon Spring Sword Unsheathed

From ancient times to the present, how many Great Emperors have there been? How many exceptionally talented geniuses, how many unique Divine Bodies—those powerful and revered physiques?

In the endless passage of time, they were countless.

So many, so very many...

They slew enemies far above their cultivation level, ventured alone into the Life Prohibited Zone, contested Emperor Weapons bare-handed, challenged the Emperor Realm, embarked on the Ancient Road for trials, and even gazed upon the Ancient City.

Many legendary stories have been handed down through the years, astonishing those who hear them.

But no matter how outstanding they were, in the eyes of the Blackhead Duck, they could never compare to the master of the dynasty, the man who once made all the Heavens tremble.

Yet now, it had once again witnessed an unprecedented scene: a Saint Realm expert forging a Heaven Tao Divine Weapon.

Looking back through the river of history, no genius had ever been so audacious.

This is impossible. Simply unachievable. Even those Young Emperors could not accomplish it. How could a Saint Realm expert forge an Emperor Weapon? How could a Saint Realm expert comprehend the Heavenly Dao Laws? How could a Saint Realm expert manifest an Emperor Weapon God?

Putting aside the preceding steps, these three points alone were enough to make countless individuals give up. Even young Great Emperors would not know where to begin.

This completely overturned the theory of cultivation.

The Blackhead Duck was certain that if the scene before its eyes were to spread across the Firmament, a terrifying dark turmoil would erupt in the very next moment.

It was deeply shaken. Fortunately, the Heaven Tao Divine Weapon that Chen Pingping is forging is still flawed.

It found some comfort in this thought.

But Chen Pingping’s next words took its breath away. He is about to perform the final step, manifesting the Emperor Weapon God.

The Blackhead Duck didn’t know what to say. It wanted to speak volumes yet was unable to utter a single word.

Gazing at Chen Pingping in a daze, it remained silent for a very long time.

The young Chen Pingping no longer paid it any mind, continuing to immerse himself in his work, muttering incomprehensibly...

The small world slowly returned to tranquility.

Clad in untainted white robes, he was like a deity, refined as jade. At this moment, Chen Pingping resembled a Young Emperor, vibrant and filled with dignified elegance.

「 」

Emperor Daoyan charged into the highest heavens, battling that individual for many hours. The entire Heaven Domain quaked. People looked up, breathless and unsettled.

This continued for a long, long time, as if an entire age had passed.

Then, tranquility descended there.

Daoyan’s lingering obsession slowly dissipated. The figure above the Firmament also vanished. Only a sigh, laden with complexity, helplessness, and unwillingness, drifted down to this realm.

He had finally met that person.

But now, he was to perish.

He had no Reincarnation...

An Emperor Realm expert was entangled in too many karmic ties. Their vital blood and energy were too potent, their Great Emperor aura too overwhelming, making it impossible for them to enter Reincarnation.

Forcing one’s way in would only be counterproductive.

"Daoyan!" Wen Yuqing called out softly, straining her eyes to see.

But above the sky, there was only silence; no further sound was heard.

She stood quietly.

She knew that "Daoyan" was gone, never to appear again.

"Go in peace; I will make them pay the price," Wen Yuqing said calmly, her exquisite face devoid of grief.

She was as steady as the earth, as still as water.

A gentle breeze blew, causing her long dress to flutter and her black hair to dance. Those eyes, like rippling autumn waters, refocused on the City of Extinction.

Many people had gathered behind her, stirring restlessly, but she paid them no heed.

In her hands, the Undying Furnace blazed fiercely, its Great Emperor aura engulfing everything.

CLANG!

A large cyan Big Bell flew over from behind her.

It was an Emperor Weapon.

Wen Yuqing turned around.

「 」

At that very moment, on the Southern Diaspora continent, the First Prince of the Ancient Country brandished the Dragon Spring Sword, leveraging the Ancient Country’s Fate Energy to awaken the Emperor Weapon.

The strike came from tens of thousands of miles away.

As the Dragon Spring Sword slashed out, enormous dragons roared forth, suffused with potent killing intention.

Everyone was shocked.

"Has the Ancient Country also made a move?"

"This is too terrifying." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"It’s the First Prince! He has awakened the Dragon Spring Sword."

"A particularly unique Emperor Weapon..."

The enormous dragons roared, their forms seeming to cover the sky and blot out the earth.

The killing intention within made countless cultivators feel suffocated.

It was too strong.

This Emperor Weapon was unique. Its creation differed entirely from ordinary Emperor Weapons, and it possessed growth potential linked to the Ancient Country’s Fate Energy.

The longer it existed, the stronger it would become.

Now that it was awakened, the Divine Might and imperial aura it exuded were enough to awe everyone.

"It’s over. Emperor Daoyan just left, and now the First Prince of the Ancient Country has awakened an Emperor Weapon... It seems his determination is unwavering!" someone said, their expression grave.

Clearly, the First Prince did not want Chen Pingping to forge an Emperor Weapon. If Chen Pingping succeeded, it would shatter common understanding and pose a colossal threat to the Ancient Country.

Moreover, the two factions were hostile, and Chen Pingping had previously suppressed him.

As a top-tier genius, how could he tolerate such humiliation?

With Chen Pingping occupied forging his weapon and the Qingfeng lineage far away, this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to awaken the Emperor Weapon and strike.

"Such impeccable timing," Shisan murmured quietly.

"Indeed!" Lan Qingshui replied.

"What do we do now?" a young Disciple asked, his voice trembling.

That was the Dragon Spring Sword! Not an ordinary Divine Weapon, but a powerful Emperor Weapon.

"Don’t panic, our Ancestor is still here," someone said.

Yu Changfeng floated high in the sky, gazing in the direction of the Ancient Country.

Below, the little black dog, Hei, was also stirring restlessly, wagging its tail continuously.

The Wuji Sect’s upper echelons collectively held their breath. Even Hongxiu was flustered, and for a moment, no one knew what to do.

BANG!

The next moment, Yu Changfeng struck, wielding an ancient cauldron. A Quasi-Emperor Realm expert awakening a Quasi-Emperor Weapon could not compare to a true Emperor Weapon, but the Great Emperor’s aura it emanated was still potent.

His towering figure, like a great mountain pressing down, instantly gave the Wuji Sect members an inexplicable sense of security.

The Ancestor has made his move. We’re safe this time.

The ancient cauldron rapidly enlarged, wreathed in Divine Brilliance, shooting out rays of light like sharp swords that clashed with the roaring dragons.

Great Emperor auras collided, and the power of the Heavenly Dao pierced the Void and the earth, instantly pulverizing everything it touched.

Countless cultivators scattered like locusts, fleeing in panic.

"Are you seeking death?" Yu Changfeng said coldly, his gaze fixed on that distant land.

Mountains crumbled with thunderous roars, and countless lives were extinguished in that instant, unable to withstand such shockwaves.

However, the lands of the Ancient Country remained unaffected, as the battlefield was here.

The First Prince, grasping the Dragon Spring Sword, remained cold and silent, resolutely unleashing a second Sword Slash.

The Sound of Dragon’s Roar thundered as the draconic Sword Qi slashed out, its killing intention especially unyielding.

Everyone shivered.

This fellow truly isn’t afraid of death! Fairy Valley’s ancestor, Yu Changfeng, had already blocked one attack, a testament to his strength. Even if the Dragon Spring Sword was awakened, your own cultivation realm is too low. The awakened Emperor Weapon possesses less than one-ten-thousandth of its true power and cannot genuinely unleash its might. What’s the use? Relying on the Ancient Country’s Fate Energy, how many Sword Slashes can he deliver? Even if he managed to kill Yu Changfeng, he would likely be utterly depleted, wouldn’t he?

At that point, once the Wuji Sect settled scores and Chen Pingping launched another major offensive, the Ancient Country would find it difficult to escape annihilation.

Impulsive. Utterly impulsive.

"With this powerhouse standing guard, unless a true Emperor Realm expert intervenes, no one can breach the Wuji Sect’s inner sanctum," someone whispered.

"Indeed!"

"There’s another issue: is Chen Pingping really forging a Heaven Tao Divine Weapon?"

As these words were spoken, the scene suddenly fell quiet.

This was because, until now, no one had witnessed Chen Pingping’s forging process or knew how far he had progressed. Had he failed? Why was there no reaction at all from the Heavenly Dao?

Suddenly, someone looked up in surprise. Huh? Something was wrong with the sky. Under the bright sun, in the vast, clear heavens, why were stars appearing?