Chapter 1374: 妖皇尺

Is this the tomb of a Great Emperor, or the burial ground of many? How can there be several Emperor Weapons here? The sight sent shivers from skin to bone, making everyone tremble.

They were absolutely Emperor Weapons. Otherwise, how could they have cracked the Immortal Tear Green Gold Ruler and now silently annihilated a Great Saint without any chance of resistance?

The place erupted in chaos. How could they possibly fight now? It was clear that everyone who came would die. Not even Great Saints were a match; the cultivators of the entire universe couldn't pile up enough bodies to overcome this!

“Fall back, retreat quickly!” The Human Race Protectors’ voices trembled. The great tomb repeatedly defied their expectations, proving vastly different from what they had imagined. They hadn't seen an Emperor's corpse, yet disaster after disaster occurred.

It was a massive divine-devil altar, formed by cleanly severing a mountain. Five weapons were buried upon it, each reviving and emitting wisps of an ancient Great Emperor's aura.

However, they couldn't see clearly. The dazzling ones made people's eyes stream with blood and their spiritual senses on the verge of collapse, while the dim ones were hidden in the void. None could discern their true forms or shapes.

This was the Great Emperor's weapon burial ground, where the divine artifacts that had accompanied him throughout his life's battles were interred.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed through the heavens. The massive Dragon Horse, which had vanished earlier, reappeared, spanning the horizon and raising its head in this direction.

It was truly a shocking sight. The red dragon was larger than many mountain ranges; any peak appeared as a tiny mound before it, utterly insignificant.

With the appearance of the Emperor Weapons, the ancient Great Emperor's mount also appeared, gazing towards them, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

Behind the enormous red dragon, a gigantic mountain, larger than any star, emerged. It stretched across the horizon, boundless and immense, reaching up into chaos and pressing down upon the Nine Nethers below. Its height was unfathomable, perhaps tens of thousands of feet.

At the mountain's base, there was a massive cave. The red dragon, with a swing of its tail, disappeared into it. Dragon roars echoed, shaking hearts, and clouds of mist swirled. From time to time, red dragon horns flashed within the cave. The ancient Great Emperor's mount, transformed from a horse into a dragon, writhed within the colossal lair, each red dragon scale several yards long.

“Go, grand-nephew, go! This is our ancestor, summoning you. Go quickly and seek its guidance!” cried the Monk of Hundred Tribulations, kicking the Dragon Horse's rear, sending it flying like a cannonball towards the cave entrance.

The Dragon Horse's nose almost twisted in anger; that old donkey was truly despicable. Facing the enormous red dragon ahead, it trembled uncontrollably, knowing that if one of its claws were to strike, its life would surely be over.

“Buzz!” The immortal mist boiled. The giant mountain vanished, and a ray of light swept the Dragon Horse away.

“Grand-nephew, don't forget your old uncle! Bring back some good fortune for me!” The Monk of Hundred Tribulations transmitted his voice from behind.

Everyone was dumbfounded, completely stunned.

Boom! The Emperor Weapons changed! The heavens and earth collapsed, as if several Great Emperors were about to revive. Vast stretches of mountains and rivers turned to dust, with only the altar remaining, towering and undamaged, continuously shaking.

Five Emperor Weapons were reviving all at once—who could possibly withstand that? Everyone abandoned all other concerns and immediately turned to flee.

“Stop! Do not emit any killing intent! This is a desecration of the Emperor Weapons, and it's what activated them. We must calm ourselves,” cried an old monk from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain.

He saw the true nature of the problem. Emperor Weapons were incredibly sacred and majestic, supreme among armaments. Buried for countless ages, their internal deities naturally reacted fiercely upon seeing the light of day.

The Violet-Gold Buddha Bridge flashed, radiating an aura of serenity beneath everyone's feet. Pure power of faith permeated the air, calming their minds.

This bridge was crafted by the Great Emperor Amitabha, imbued with the collective thoughts of all beings and refined countless times until it was utterly pure, possessing the crystalline divine radiance of humanity's most benevolent aspect. It was said to be capable of delivering all beings in the myriad heavens to the other shore, and now its extraordinary power was truly manifest, effectively dissolving all killing intent.

At this point, the five weapons on the divine-devil altar slowly calmed down, and the Great Emperor's aura ceased to manifest.

“Amitabha Buddha,” many people involuntarily recited the Buddhist chant. In response, the Violet-Gold Buddha Bridge became even more sacred and peaceful, flowing with auspicious light.

Both the black-robed divine-devil from the Underworld and the main god of the Divine Organization changed their expressions. The Buddhism founded by Amitabha Buddha made them wary.

Mountains and rivers had crumbled, leaving the area utterly desolate and ravaged. Only the altar remained intact, ancient and magnificent.

The five Emperor Weapons on top revealed their true forms. No longer trembling, they lay calmly displayed—they were all fragments, not intact weapons.

They were all cerulean in color. Some had no luster and were very dim, while others still had a layer of clear radiance flowing over them. Each fragment carried an ancient, weathered aura, having endured unknown tens of thousands of years.

This was a ruler, forged from the most mysterious Eclosion Azure Gold, an immortal material as renowned as Phoenix Blood Scarlet Gold and Immortal Tear Green Gold. It was unknown why it had broken into five pieces, now scattered on the ground.

Everyone was stunned. This was undoubtedly an Emperor Artifact, yet it had been shattered by someone—this was simply too shocking to hear!

No wonder it attacked the Saint Spirit's Immortal Tear Green Gold Ruler. It was itself a Sky-Measuring Ruler, and, provoked by killing intent, it could not tolerate a "mortal weapon" challenging it here.

“How exactly did it shatter?” Everyone was shocked, not daring to approach, watching from a distance.

The breaks were irregular, as if it had been forcefully torn apart by someone. What immense power would it take to destroy an Emperor Weapon? It defied all reason.

If such a battle had occurred, it would undoubtedly have shaken heaven and earth!

“This... it's unimaginable. I've only heard of such tragic divine battles during the Mythical Era and the collapse of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Could it be a Supreme being from that period?” A Great Saint voiced his doubt, his tone far from calm.

“No, wait, it looks familiar, similar to descriptions in ancient texts. This resembles the legendary Supreme Divine Artifact!” The Monk of Hundred Tribulations suddenly spoke, his expression exceptionally agitated.

Then, the Human Race Protectors, the Ox Demon King, the peerless experts from the Underworld, and the main god all had their expressions turn solemn, simultaneously thinking of a figure who had stood proudly for eons.

“It's him, the Supreme being who looked down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands—the Demon Emperor!” A Protector, trembling with reverence, uttered that great name. This was an ancient Demon Race Emperor who had overlooked past and present, dominating all myriad realms.

“How could it be him? Wasn't he buried in the Big Dipper Ancient Star Domain? How did he appear here!”

His era was unverified. Some said it was the glorious Demon Age tens of thousands of years ago, while others claimed it was a million years ago, nearing the end of the Primordial Era.

Most people nowadays knew little of his legends, but as Great Saints on the ancient starry road, they were not ignorant. His brilliance filled them with awe just thinking about it.

He truly traversed the starry sky, peerless on the ancient road. In his youth, the Demon Emperor traveled the Human Race's ancient path. He faced pursuit from everyone, yet grew stronger with each battle, becoming invincible throughout heaven and earth.

His true form was not strong; legend had it he was merely a snow rabbit. Yet, he became a supreme being of his generation, claiming to have slain all Supremes in the world, reigning supreme over all myriad realms.

Before reaching enlightenment, he once had a bloody battle of a single night that shocked the ages. He slew a God-blood Supreme, annihilated an invincible ancient ancestor among the Saint Spirits, and killed several ancient evil gods in the Quasi-Emperor realm.

That battle shattered heaven and earth, with ghosts wailing and gods howling. It was hard for people to imagine him roaring through the universe alone, defeating all ten directions and slaying all competitors in a single night, forcefully ascending to the pinnacle!

His name was Xue Yueqing, a man in white robes, purer than snow, transcendent and god-like. In that era, he struck down gods from the Nine Heavens and suppressed the corpse-chaos in the Nine Nethers, his bearing peerless and unmatched in the world.

Although his origin was humble and weak, merely a snow rabbit, he was extraordinarily uncommon, advancing step by step to ultimately become the Demon Emperor at the ultimate peak of the Great Dao.

In the end, people forgot his identity because he was too powerful, making even the gods tremble.

“It is said that the Demon Emperor was exceptionally brilliant, refining his blood from his weak body to nourish himself, continuously growing stronger, until eventually a single drop of his blood could kill a dragon!”

The world believed he passed away in the Big Dipper in his later years, but some ancient texts also recorded that the Demon Emperor's great tomb transformed into a continent and eventually crashed into the depths of the universe.

At this moment, with the appearance of the Demon Emperor Ruler, everyone knew: this was the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb!

However, doubts also arose: why was the Demon Emperor Ruler, whose name was etched so prominently in ancient history and whose prestige was so immense, shattered?

History held no record of the Demon Emperor engaging in such a world-shattering battle, nor was there any mention of the Demon Emperor Ruler breaking; it should have disappeared with him.

“Could it be that in his later years, isolated in his mausoleum, the Demon Emperor encountered the most terrifying battle of his life, resulting in his Emperor Weapon shattering and his great tomb crashing into the depths of the universe?!”

Upon considering this possibility, everyone felt a chill down their spines. What kind of powerful adversary could have done this? Such a foe was virtually untraceable in history.

The white-robed Demon Emperor's demeanor was unmatched. How could he have encountered an opponent back then? Legend had it that he roamed the universe seeking a worthy foe, but no one could withstand a single one of his fingers.

People's thoughts raced, but eventually, their eyes were fixed on the few shattered weapon fragments.

At this moment, it was impossible to say that no one was covetous. This was the Demon Emperor Ruler, whose divine power had astonished past and present. Even shattered, it was an invaluable treasure.

Furthermore, if it were a complete Sky-Measuring Ruler, people surely wouldn't be able to control it. But a single fragment, perhaps, could be wielded by a peerless Great Saint.

With a flash of clear radiance, the main god, holding the cauldron, stepped forward. Having put away all killing intent, he was now calm and serene, approaching to retrieve the Demon Emperor Ruler.

The first Great Saint made a move, and naturally, others couldn't sit still either. One after another, six or seven peerless Great Saints approached, cautiously heading towards the divine-devil altar.

Who would give up such an opportunity? The weapon of a generation's Demon Emperor, now broken into five pieces and displayed here—every cultivator was tempted.

The others held their breath, not daring to contend, watching carefully. Some of the Human Race Protectors remained still, their expressions uncertain, waiting for the right moment.

Boom! Suddenly, after the six or seven Great Saints approached the altar, it emitted a curtain of light, shrouding the area in a haze. Streaks of bloody light flashed, and a white-robed phantom stood there, its back to the crowd, silently paying homage to the Emperor Weapons.

“Thud!” Almost everyone knelt, feeling an ancient pressure that made even Great Saints tremble and irresistibly want to prostrate themselves.

This shocked everyone. In that instant, people understood: that white-robed phantom must be—the Demon Emperor!

More precisely, this was a residual imprint left when he once stood there, an imprint that had not yet dissipated with the wind. Yet, merely a trace of his presence was enough to make even Great Saints nearly prostrate themselves. How incredibly powerful was that?

Then, scene after scene flashed by, shocking everyone. Their bodies trembled as they finally learned why the Demon Emperor Ruler had shattered!