The Sword Burial Villa's sword forging this time had attracted countless reputable figures in the vicinity. They were either disciples of sects, big shots of clans, or powerful independent cultivators.
They had all come here to witness the creation of the God Ancestral Weapon.
The God Ancestral Weapon represented the highest level of Ancestral Weapons. Even some powerful experts in the Great Perfection Realm might not be able to control the God Ancestral Weapon.
Now, the Sword Burial Villa was going to forge the God Ancestral Weapon under everyone's witness and raise their reputation.
"I wonder how Nie Renwang is doing. Everyone here is at the Four Disasters and the Five Disasters. The Sword Burial Villa's leader seems to be a Five Disasters expert as well. I wonder if the Sword Burial Villa has any other powerful people hidden."
Ye Mo frowned. It wouldn't be easy for him to rescue Nie Renwang under these circumstances. He couldn't fight them head-on. He had to outsmart them.
As a power in the area, the Sword Burial Villa had to be extraordinary to be recorded on the Faelor Map.
"Everyone, thank you for coming," Jian Ba said. "The forging of the God Ancestral Weapon has reached the final step. Next is the nurturing of the weapon spirit. As long as the warrior's blood essence is sacrificed to the sword pool, the weapon spirit will slowly grow until it reaches the level of the God Ancestral Weapon."
With that, Sword8 waved his hand, causing an enormous beam of sword light to descend, wrapping around the cage. The cage was enormous, and looked like a palace. It was surrounded by swirling light, which gave birth to a powerful spell formation that locked down space and made it impossible for anyone to escape.
Naturally, there were many lone cultivators imprisoned inside, all of them Three Disasters Level. Lone cultivators like them were at the lowest level of existence in the Battle Divine Land. They dared to cultivate in the Battle Divine Land not because of cultivation, but because of survival.
A weak lone cultivator dared to enter the Battle Divine Land. How brave.
"Let us go. We have no grudges against you. Why are you capturing us?"
"That's right. We might be weak, but we have the right to live. Your Sword Burial Villa wants to use us as a sacrifice in order to forge an Ancestral Weapon.
"We curse you to never be able to forge an Ancestral Weapon."
The lone cultivators roared in anger, their eyes filled with hatred.
But the surrounding onlookers didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy. It was as if they had entered a zoo and were watching a group of animals perform. In their hearts, these lone cultivators were nothing more than entertainment.
"Nie Renwang!"
Ye Mo's expression changed as he found Nie Renwang among the crowd. Nie Renwang didn't seem to have made any breakthroughs in his realm. He was still at the first difficulty level.
Among the crowd, Ye Mo saw a woman. She had slender eyebrows, crescent-shaped eyes, red lips, and white teeth. She had a beautiful appearance. The other Loose Cultivators were resisting, but she was squatting there, motionless. She didn't make a fuss, she was very quiet.
"You are all weak rogue cultivators. You don't have the right to choose. Offering sacrifices to the item-spirit of the God Ancestral item is your supreme glory. In the future, this Ancestral item will contain your auras."
Sword8 said loudly.
"Eighth Sword Villa Master, don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and sacrifice the sword. We don't have the time to wait here."
"That's right, hurry up and start!"
Everyone said one after another.
"Alright, eight great sword sects, come out."
Eight beams of sword light descended at the same time and converged into eight men and women. They were all strong cultivators of the Six Disasters. However, the Clouds of Suffering around their bodies were not too strong. It was obvious that they were the most common strong cultivators of the Six Disasters.
Ye Mo naturally didn't care about ordinary Six Disasters like them.
Ye Mo wasn't a match for ordinary Seven Disasters. Even if Ye Mo trained to the third difficulty level, he would only be a match for ordinary Seven Disasters experts.
Advancing from Six Disasters to Seven Disasters was a huge leap in strength. One's strength would increase by four times. An ordinary Seven Disasters expert was equivalent to a Six Disasters expert with 400,000 streams of Suffering Power, or a Five Disasters expert with 800,000 streams of Suffering Power.
If that Seventh Disaster expert had already cultivated 150,000 strands of Tribulation energy, then his strength would be equivalent to a Fifth Disaster expert who had condensed 1.2 million strands of Tribulation energy. His strength was astonishing.
But Ye Mo still didn't dare to be careless. The Sword Burial Manor couldn't be without protection. His rescue might not be easy.
But Nie Renwang had helped him a lot. He couldn't just ignore it.
"Begin the sword sacrifice!"
Eighth Sword waved his hand. The eight sword sects started to move. They opened the cages and prepared to throw all the rogue cultivators into the cages.
"Wait!"
At that moment, Ye Mo took a step forward. His voice rumbled like thunder. In the blink of an eye, the onlookers all looked at the man in the black cloak.
For a moment, everyone was shocked.
There was someone who dared to interrupt the Sword Forging Ceremony. This person had guts.
Eighth Sword and the eight sword sects stopped and looked at Ye Mo. But because his aura was blocked by the Emperor Weapon cloak, they couldn't detect Ye Mo's cultivation level.
"Who are you? This is the Sword Burial Manor's Sword Forging Ceremony. It's not a small matter. I hope you can step aside and don't disturb us. "
Eighth Sword was slightly afraid. For Ye Mo to dare to appear here, his strength must be extraordinary.
"I don't care what kind of ceremony the Sword Burial Manor is holding," Ye Mo said. "It's just a God Ancestral Weapon. It's no big deal. I'm here today to find my servant. My servant was captured by you guys as a rogue cultivator."
Ye Mo said calmly.
"What? Servant? You're saying one of these people is your servant? "
Eighth Sword said in surprise, "If we really did capture your servant by mistake, we'll release him immediately. But since he's your servant, we won't sacrifice him for your sake."
The man in front of him was no small matter. He didn't dare offend him.
"He's my servant!"
Ye Mo pointed at one of the people in the cage. It was Nie Renwang. Nie Renwang's pupils constricted when he heard Ye Mo's words, and his eyes widened. He never expected Ye Mo to actually come and save him.
He was a rogue cultivator, a loner. He had always relied on himself. No one had ever cared about him or helped him. Now that Ye Mo had appeared, he was extremely touched.
"Release him!"
Eighth Sword said to a sword master. The sword master nodded and released Nie Renwang. Nie Renwang rushed to Ye Mo and knelt down in excitement. He said loudly, "Thank you for saving me, master."
"Nie Renwang, I've just removed our master-servant contract," Ye Mo said calmly. "You are no longer my servant.
Run for your life, "Ye Mo said calmly.
"Master, regardless of the master-servant contract, I'm willing to follow you for the rest of my life. You saving me today is the biggest favor I've ever owed you. Even if you want me to go through fire and water, I won't refuse."
Nie Renwang kowtowed repeatedly. His voice spread so that everyone around could hear it clearly. An expert who had survived a disaster was willing to become a servant. Who exactly was this man in the bamboo hat?
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