Not long later, the people of the noble clans all stood up. The higher they went, the more Essence was exhausted. If it were not for the fact that they had enough Spirit Stones, they would not have been able to reach this point.
"Let's go, there are still five hundred more steps. Let's do our best to get up in one breath!" Ji Changkong said indifferently. They could already see the top of the stone platform from where they were.
After he finished speaking, he still took the lead and walked forward. His pair of sharp eyes looked straight ahead, and there were countless stars evolving in his eyes. With every step he took, a star would be destroyed, and a moment later, more stars would be born.
If someone who understood the Ji Clan's Martial Techniques were here, they would be astonished. Under such circumstances, Ji Changkong was still cultivating the Astral Martial Spirit.
Everyone slowly walked up the stone steps. The further they went, the closer they were to the stone platform. The pressure they had to endure increased by several fold. It was like there was a formless barrier blocking them.
"Bang!"
One of the Ji Clan's Martial Saints stepped on the stone steps with one foot. Before his other foot touched the ground, there was a loud explosion and his body turned into dust.
Ji Changkong did not turn his head back. His expression did not change at all. He held an Inferior Grade Spirit Stone in his hand and continued to walk forward.
The closer they got to the stone platform, the more horrifying the pressure they had to endure. It was like a small mountain was pressing on their shoulders. The instant their feet touched the ground, the stone steps became like a bottomless pit. It sucked away a large portion of the Spiritual Energy in their bodies.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "
A few more Martial Saints of the various clans could not withstand the pressure and exploded. Immediately, everyone was in a state of panic and fear. They were afraid that they would be the next to die.
"Sage, stop!"
A towering stone stele appeared in front of Ji Changkong. There were four ancient words written on the stone stele. A boundless pressure was emitted from the stone stele.
Ji Changkong laughed coldly. The sword in his hand danced and a few sword Qi struck the stone stele. Cracks appeared on the stone stele before it shattered into countless pieces.
Ji Changkong looked up at the stone platform in front. There were only ten steps left. He shouted and a human figure came out of his body.
Ji Changkong stood on the stone steps in front of him. Then, another human figure came out of the crowd and headed for an even higher stone step. After repeating this ten times, Ji Changkong finally reached the peak of the stone platform.
Ji Changkong took a deep breath. The nine clones behind him merged into his body like illusions. At the peak of the stone platform was a wide platform, and in the center of the platform was a golden sacred coffin.
A faint Righteous Qi spread out from the coffin. Ji Changkong could not help but reveal a faint smile. After spending countless schemes and narrowly escaping death, he finally arrived here.
The golden coffin was as tall as a person. Ji Changkong slowly walked over with relaxed steps. Just at this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the other side of the coffin, startling Ji Changkong and forcing him to take a few steps back.
"Brother Changkong, it has been a long time." Chu Chaoyun walked out from behind the coffin and smiled at Ji Changkong in a carefree manner.
Ji Changkong was expressionless, his expression incomparably grave. He was incomparably shocked in his heart. He had not expected to meet Chu Chaoyun here. This was too surprising.
"Bang!
Bang! Bang! "Hua Yunfei, Duanmuqing, and the Guiyi Marquis led a few Martial Saints over. When they saw Chu Chaoyun, they were astonished in their hearts.
Chu Chaoyun said indifferently, "Don't look at me like that. I just arrived as well. This golden coffin has not been opened yet." After he spoke, he gestured for Ji Changkong to make himself at home and retreated.
Ji Changkong gave Duanmuqing and the other two a look. The three of them understood tacitly and walked over to Chu Chaoyun, blocking him outside. Chu Chaoyun smiled gently and ignored them.
"Boom!"
Ji Changkong ferociously smashed his palm on the lid of the golden coffin. A melodious sound rang out, and the sound waves spread in all directions. Everyone felt their eardrums go numb.
A corner of the coffin lid was lifted. Ji Changkong looked at his palm in astonishment. After that, he said to the people beside him, "Take a look and see if you can still use your Essence."
When the others heard this, they were stunned. They quickly tried it out. In the end, they discovered that the Martial Spirit in their dantian seemed to be sealed. No matter how they circulated it, they could not summon out their Martial Spirit.
"What's going on?" Everyone said in astonishment.
Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly and parted the crowd. He said, "Let's take a look at what is in this coffin first."
When everyone heard this, they put down the doubts in their hearts and walked over to the coffin. After so many hardships, everyone was curious as to which Sage was lying in the coffin.
Within the golden coffin, there was an imposing man wearing purple Emperor's robes. He lay quietly on the coffin. His hands were placed on his chest, holding a sword.
Ji Changkong said in astonishment, "Isn't this the last Emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty? Why is he lying here? "
The Guiyi Marquis and the others were astonished. Along the way, everything indicated that this was the Remnant of a Sage. The Martial Techniques obtained from the black coffins in the underground palace proved this. Furthermore, there were countless murals on the walls. They were all in the style of the Ancient Era.
Ten thousand years after the end of the Ancient Era, the Tianwu Dynasty slowly rose up. This last Emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty had only passed away a few thousand years ago. How could he be related to the Sage from twenty thousand years ago?
"Pu Ci!"
The man in purple robes in the Sage Coffin suddenly opened his eyes. A purple light appeared in his eyes. A Martial Saint who was looking at him was burned to ashes before he could react.
"The Tianwu Emperor came back to life?"
"Is this the legendary Heavenly Flame?" All the cultivators retreated. They were all incomparably horrified. Although the Tianwu Dynasty had been destroyed for thousands of years, no one dared to forget its legends.
Back then, the first Tianwu Emperor used his shocking strength to unify the entire Tianwu Continent. He established the Tianwu Nation, which lasted for ten thousand years, the Emperor Wu Nation. Such a feat could be said to be unprecedented in the entire continent. He was without a doubt the first person since ancient times.
Legend said that he borrowed the Heavenly Flame from the outside world. When the Heavenly Flame burned at full power, the entire continent would melt. He was the king of flames; no one could block him.
After that, every generation of Emperor would possess the strength of a Great Emperor. Even the last Tianwu Emperor lying here had the strength of a Great Emperor. If he really woke up, no one would be able to escape.
Chu Chaoyun revealed a contemplative expression. He slowly walked to the front and looked at the purple Emperor in the coffin. He said, "There is no need to worry. It is just a strand of Qi. Just don't look at his eyes."
Everyone thought for a while and agreed. In this world, no one could escape death. Even the Tianwu Emperor died many years ago. Aside from the legendary Martial Gods, no one could escape death.
When they looked at the coffin on the platform again, everyone's eyes lit up. Although they did not know where the Sage's body was, the value of the Tianwu Emperor's body was definitely no less than that of the ancient Sages.
Just the Heavenly Flame contained in his body was enough to make people go crazy over it. This was because the might of the Heavenly Flame was too great. Before the first Tianwu Emperor died, he split the Heavenly Flame into ten parts, leaving only a tenth for his descendants.
However, even though it was only a tenth, the might of the Heavenly Flame was still very horrifying. It could easily split mountains and burn everything to desolation.
When everyone arrived before the coffin, they did not dare to make any movements. Ji Changkong stretched out his hand and slowly closed the eyes of this person. The Emperor in the coffin closed his eyes again.
"Hu!"
Hua Yunfei stretched out his hand and took out the Tianwu Emperor's sword. He said in pleasant surprise, "Sky Splitting Sword! This is a Holy Weapon, a complete Holy Weapon."
"Bang!" That Holy Weapon suddenly struggled free from Hua Yunfei's hands and flew towards the Guiyi Marquis. Hua Yunfei's expression changed. He quickly stretched out his hand, wanting to grab it back. However, the Holy Weapon was flying too fast; he was unable to catch it.
The Guiyi Marquis gently stretched out his hand and caught the Holy Weapon suspiciously. He did not understand why the Holy Weapon flew into his hands. Furthermore, he used a spear and was not used to using a sword.
Hua Yunfei quickly walked to the front and stretched out his hand to snatch it back. The Guiyi Marquis's expression froze. He said in a cold voice, "Hua Yunfei, what are you trying to do?"
Hua Yunfei looked at the Holy Weapon in the Guiyi Marquis's hand and said angrily, "What am I trying to do? Return my Holy Weapon to me."
The Guiyi Marquis smiled coldly, "The Holy Weapon chooses its own master. It is clear that you are not worthy of this Holy Weapon. Stop pestering me endlessly."
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!" Hua Yunfei had long disliked the Guiyi Marquis. Earlier, when the Guiyi Marquis stopped him from killing Xiao Chen, Hua Yunfei had always remembered it.
Now that he found this excuse and the Guiyi Marquis's golden-armored warriors were not around, Hua Yunfei led the four Martial Saints behind him and made his move without hesitation.
Essence could not be used on the platform. Both sides could only rely on the strength of their physical bodies and their combat techniques.
Although the Guiyi Marquis was alone, he spent most of his time on the battlefield. His combat experience was much richer than the five of them. For a moment, Hua Yunfei and the others were unable to do anything to the Guiyi Marquis.
Ji Changkong glanced at the battle behind him and stopped watching. He looked at Chu Chaoyun and said indifferently, "Brother Chaoyun, if we can extract the Heavenly Flame of the Heavenly Emperor, how about we split it equally?"
Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly. He looked at Ji Changkong and said, "Do I have a reason to reject?"
After the two of them finished their discussion, they started to discuss how to extract the Heavenly Flame from the Tianwu Emperor's body. After the Heavenly Flame was completely absorbed, it would be hidden in every inch of its owner's skin. It would be very difficult to extract it; it was basically impossible.
The most direct way to extract the Heavenly Flame was to refine the corpse of the Tianwu Emperor. After refining it, the Heavenly Flame would condense and appear in the world, eternally inextinguishable.
However, with the strength of the two of them, it was impossible for them to refine the corpse of the Tianwu Emperor. If they did so carelessly, they might suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Flame and be burned to nothing.
Aside from the Heavenly Flame, there was also the inherited Martial Technique of the Tianwu Dynasty, the Life-Extinguishing Blood-Reversing Swordplay. It was a treasure that would make people envious. If they could find it here, its value would not be any lower than the Heavenly Flame.
Ji Changkong searched the golden coffin. However, after searching for a long time, he did not find anything. He could not help but look at Chu Chaoyun. It was impossible for there to be no inheritance in the resting place of the Tianwu Emperor.
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