"Thank you, fellow cultivator …"
Grateful murmurs could be heard from somewhere.
Chen Xiao stood there silently with a startled expression.
His berserk aura was rapidly receding at this moment. Countless spiritual lights scattered and drifted away like dust.
In the end, these Ancient Heroic Spirits still left.
In fact …
Their original bodies had long died in battle. Endless years ago, they sacrificed themselves for righteousness, not hesitating to scatter their souls in order to seal the Burial Emperor Guards here.
What had awakened now were just some lingering thoughts.
Since their wish was fulfilled, their lingering thoughts would naturally dissipate.
"Farewell … fellow cultivators!"
Finally, Chen Xiao clasped his hands at the void and gave his highest respect.
Even though he did not recognize these heroic spirits, and they were not even from the same race or the same era, these heroic spirits had died in battle to protect their clansmen. Even after billions of years, their lingering thoughts had not been extinguished.
Then …
They were naturally worthy of Chen Xiao's respect!
To bend one's utmost to the utmost and die without ceasing was nothing more than this.
However, even though he had won, Chen Xiao did not feel any joy in his heart.
In the end …
This was only the aftermath of an ancient war.
Once the true Emperor Burial Tribulation erupted, even a divine dynasty and a supreme God Emperor would be completely annihilated. It was not something he could resist at the moment.
From what that Emperor Burial Guard had said …
It was obvious that there was an even greater mastermind behind him.
Now was far from the time to be careless!
"Hmm?"
Just as Chen Xiao was surprised, his eyes suddenly flickered. He raised his hand and grabbed. A hair-like black line was suddenly caught in his hand the moment it was about to disappear.
Chi —
The ink-black hair seemed to be stimulated. It suddenly shone brightly and tried to escape into the void, disappearing before Chen Xiao's eyes!
"Trying to run?!"
Chen Xiao snorted coldly. A small bronze coffin appeared in his hand.
The next moment, the coffin lid barely opened a little and swallowed the hair from top to bottom.
Pa!
An invisible connection was forcefully severed as the small bronze coffin closed.
Chen Xiao could clearly feel …
That strand of hair suddenly lost its vitality. After a long time, it slowly fell to the ground.
"That … that thing … was destroyed?"
The voice of the Heaven Suppression Hall's Hall Spirit finally came in with a confused tone.
Chen Xiao turned his head and couldn't help but smile.
The domineering Heaven Suppressing Palace had shrunk to the size of a fist, appearing and disappearing in the void as if it could disappear at any time.
"That … that … what the hell is that?"
Recalling the previous scene, the Temple Spirit's face turned even darker.
The heavens have mercy on us …
After a long slumber, Huang Xiaolong had finally digested all the divine materials he had swallowed in the Ancient God Heaven Abyss, advancing all the way to peak heaven rank divine rank.
Just half a step and he would be a saint rank divine rank master!
He had intended to show off his skills and suppress all the powerful enemies, but he did not expect …
To actually encounter such a strange Burial Emperor Guard!
The strange black mist from before was terrifyingly corrosive. Even his upgraded divine hall body could not resist it at all, and he was severely corroded in an instant.
If it wasn't for Chen Xiao making a move in time and using the Six Paths Tian Lun Art …
The Heaven Suppression Hall might have already been reduced to rubble by the corrosion!
"It's the same strange black mist. Be it the Baihu Burial Ground or the Ancient God Heaven Abyss, you've seen them more than once." Chen Xiao's voice sounded. "However, the black mist this time is at least … a thousand times thicker than before."
In the past, he had encountered the black mist several times. No matter how powerful the fiends born were, they were at most in the Golden Core or Nascent Spirit Realm.
The Little Six Paths Reincarnation Palm was enough to subdue them.
But this time …
The density of the black mist had increased by several times. The fiends born in the mist were all God Realm experts, and there were even Burial Emperor Guards that were suspected to have lived since the Ancient Era!
The difference between the two was incalculable!
"It's the black mist again?!"
The Hall Spirit of the Heaven Suppression Hall exclaimed, "Why do I encounter the black mist no matter where I go?"
Chen Xiao couldn't help but laugh, "That's right. If that's the case, the black mist and I … are really fated."
However …
The young man's eyes were extremely cold.
He had vaguely realized that he might have unknowingly been dragged into a … great scheme!
This was something that he had never experienced in his previous life.
"However, it remains to be seen who is the chess player and who is the chess piece!"
After comforting the Hall Spirit, Chen Xiao carefully examined the main body of the Heaven Suppressing Palace to make sure that the corrosion of the strange black fog did not damage the origin of the palace. Then, he looked back.
Suddenly.
An illusory door of light appeared and Feng Xiaya's deep voice came from it.
"Xiao Yuan, come in."
Ever since the two of them knew each other, this was the first time she had called Chen Xiao by his name.
Chen Xiao was startled. He then shook his head and stepped into the door of light.
The space behind the door of light was far more dazzling and sacred than the outside world. It was like a Divine Kingdom, filled with a holy aura.
At the first moment, Chen Xiao sensed that …
The sacred space in front of him was most likely the core of the relic!
"This is the interior of the Yin Yang Mirror."
Feng Xiaya's voice sounded. She wasn't as lively as she usually was. Instead, there was a hint of sadness.
Yin Yang Mirror?
Chen Xiao's heart moved.
"Yin Yang Mirror."
At this moment, a slender figure slowly walked out from the light, "It's Di Ming's Natal Divine Weapon."
Normally.
When a martial artist used a Natal Divine Weapon, they would either use their arcane energy or the corresponding skill. There would be a time difference between the two.
But if the Natal Divine Weapon was refined, the time difference would be greatly reduced.
When it was refined to the extreme, the Natal Divine Weapon would be like an extension of one's own body. It was enough to increase the martial artist's strength!
However, the refinement of the Natal Divine Weapon was extremely taxing and it was closely linked to the martial artist's blood and sweat. Under normal circumstances, a martial artist could only refine one in his entire life.
Hence, there was a saying — — — — -
The weapon exists and the man exists. If the weapon is destroyed, the man will die!
And now, the Yin Yang Mirror was here. That meant …
"That is …"
Chen Xiao squinted his eyes.
At the end of this sacred space, there was an ancient stone chair.
On the stone chair, a figure sat down.
As time passed, countless years of dust and dirt landed on the stone chair, completely covering this figure in dust. It was almost impossible to see his true appearance.
But at this moment, Chen Xiao had a premonition. He blurted out a name.
"Di Ming!"
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