140: Fourth-tier magic weapon - Qingyuan God-Slaying Sword

"Quite a few Magic Treasures, but is this all?"

Looking at the pair of pupils burning with eerie blue flames before him, Venerable Weiyun nodded calmly, "That is all."

Yu Xuzi stared at him for several breaths, saying nothing more.

Then, he used a Divided Soul to sweep all the Magic Treasures into a Storage Pouch he had prepared beforehand, turning his head to look at the other items.

Perhaps there were still Magic Treasures hidden.

But Yu Xuzi estimated there were only one or two at most, likely not many.

Mainly, he was fairly satisfied with these ten Grade 3 Magic Treasures, so he didn't dwell on it.

After all, there were still Talismans and other things.

"Let's see the rest."

Following that were nine Grade 3 Talismans, neatly sealed in several flat boxes.

Yes, only nine, even fewer than the Magic Treasures.

"Star Talisman."

"Wind Dragon Talisman."

"Vajra Talisman."

"Earth Escape Talisman."

"Yimu Rejuvenation Talisman."

"..."

Yu Xuzi glanced at Venerable Weiyun, "Only these? Why are there fewer than the Magic Treasures?"

Venerable Weiyun gave a bitter smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Taiyin may not know, but this realm has long been in a Dharma-ending age. Various rare Materials are in extreme shortage, and the Legacy of Talisman-making is already very difficult!"

"The last Grade 3 talisman master in the Cultivation World lived over fifteen hundred years ago. Moreover, these treasures are one-time use, unlike Magic Treasures; every one used is one gone forever."

"Over the past thousand years, the Cultivation World has had no shortage of conflicts, so naturally, their numbers have dwindled."

Yu Xuzi waved his hand and collected all the Talismans, fixing his gaze on the final jade box.

"Whatever else there is, bring it all out."

"What I have now is not enough to satisfy me. If this last item cannot impress me, then the world gate likely won't be opened."

Regardless of the outcome, he would bluff him first.

Yu Xuzi didn't believe these people could be so honest as to hand over everything.

If the last item was a Grade 4 treasure and satisfied him, then letting them go to the Cangmang Realm wasn't out of the question.

As for the few treasures they might have hidden, Yu Xuzi couldn't be bothered to care.

If he wasn't satisfied... Venerable Weiyun's chest heaved violently.

He took a deep breath and, with great solemnity, brought out from behind him a sword box about four feet long, made entirely of dark purple Grade 4 spiritual wood.

The sword box was simple and unadorned, its surface showing only natural wood grain.

But the moment it appeared, the spiritual essence of the surrounding void condensed, and a calm yet vast Sword Intent naturally spread out.

"This is the Lifebound Treasure of my Qingyuan Sect's founding Ancestral Master, True Lord Zhenshen—the [qingyuan god-slaying sword]. It is a Grade 4 Medium Grade treasure!"

"After the Ancestral Master passed away, this sword remained in our Sect, passed down through generations. However, almost no one has been able to activate, refine, or nourish this treasure."

He slowly pushed open the sword box.

There was no blinding sword light as expected.

Inside the box lay a longsword, three feet six inches in length. The hilt was deep purple, wrapped in fine silver lightning patterns.

The scabbard was also dark purple, made of a material that was neither metal nor wood, smooth as a mirror, with faint, tiny arcs of electricity flowing across it.

Even without being unsheathed, it emitted an awe-inspiring majesty that was inviolable, as if meting out punishment on behalf of heaven, causing the corpse-fiend Qi around the taiyin demon puppet to dissipate.

This was a true Grade 4 Magic Treasure!

"Our Sect's records state that the last time it was unsheathed was over five thousand years ago. Back then, three of our Sect's Late Stage Profound Fetus Great Immortal Masters joined forces and exhausted their magic power just to draw the sword an inch, slaying two Peak Grade 3 demon kings that were ravaging the Cultivation World!"

"Since then, it has never been unsheathed. Over thousands of years, without the nourishment of Cultivators and magic power, its spiritual light has dimmed considerably."

His gaze revealed regret and pain.

Such a Sect treasure, he had to hand over personally.

"qingyuan god-slaying sword..."

Looking at the treasure before him, Yu Xuzi's true body hundreds of miles away began to breathe heavily, and the flames in the puppet's pupils flickered faster and faster.

There really was one!

Although it was a mere decoration in the Qingyuan Sect, it would naturally be very different in his hands.

This was truly a great treasure.

A Grade 4 Medium Grade Magic Treasure, if calculated by the prices in the Cangmang Realm, would be worth at least ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and even then, it's often unavailable at any price!

In transactions between Dharma Aspect True Lords, Low-Grade Spirit Stones are merely numbers.

They usually trade by bartering.

"Only a Magic Treasure? No Talismans or anything like that?"

He asked one last question.

Venerable Weiyun shook his head with a bitter smile, "They've long been gone. If our Sect still had Grade 4 Talismans, we wouldn't have risked our lives to activate this Magic Treasure five thousand years ago!"

"Besides, after ten thousand years, even if Grade 4 Talismans had been passed down, their spiritual light would have likely long since been exhausted, turning them into dust and scrap paper."

"Even this God-Slaying Sword before us, though carefully preserved by our Sect for ten thousand years, has lost much of its spiritual rhyme and treasure light. Its power has decreased significantly compared to its Peak."

The taiyin demon puppet looked at him with eerie eyes.

Venerable Weiyun met his gaze calmly.

He was a dying man anyway, so he feared nothing; moreover, their sincerity was already quite evident.

Ten breaths later.

Under the anxious gaze of the crowd, the puppet finally nodded slowly and took the Magic Treasure.

"You are quite clever, choosing not to use petty tricks or haggle with me."

Venerable Weiyun breathed a sigh of relief, though the Death Qi on his face became even more apparent. "The opportunity is precious, so we naturally would not act foolishly. Fellow Daoist, since the transaction is complete, we—"

"Five hundred miles to the south, the world gate has been prepared for you. Follow me."

The puppet was the first to soar into the sky, and the people of the Qingyuan Sect behind him followed with ecstatic expressions.

Dozens of flying ships grandly streaked across the sky, carrying all their belongings as they left Qingyuan Peak, which had been their Legacy for ten thousand years.

Leaving behind only a mess on the surface.

Anything useful was taken away!

The Spiritual Veins underground had turned into bottomless dark pits... Not long after.

At a deserted mountain Peak south of the Qingyuan Sect.

The taiyin demon puppet descended from the high sky and retrieved the key of the heavens that the true body had previously stored in a cave.

Immediately afterward, a grey vortex three zhang long and wide appeared on the spot.

At the center of the vortex was an unfamiliar world.

"Go in, you only have thirty breaths—"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Before Yu Xuzi could finish speaking, the people of the Qingyuan Sect all put away their flying ship Magical Artifacts and rushed in like a swarm of bees in a panic.

Terrified that a single slow step would leave them behind.

Hundreds of figures actually managed to cross through in just ten breaths.

"This... is the new world?!!"

"The sky is high and the land is vast, even the spiritual essence of the mortal realm is so abundant; it really is different!"

The people of the Qingyuan Sect, arriving at a certain location in Kunwu Continent of the Cangmang Realm, were amazed, their joy beyond words.

"A new world, it's wonderful."

Venerable Weiyun took one last look and closed his eyes, satisfied yet with a bitter smile.

"A pity..."

His aura vanished instantly.

"Sect Master!!!"

Cries of grief rang out; Venerable Weiyun was dead.

He was satisfied that he had found a path to rebirth for the Qingyuan Sect, doing justice to his ancestors.

His bitterness came from the thought: what if he hadn't rushed into secluded meditation for a Breakthrough, but had instead waited for the arrival of Venerable Taiyin?

If he had made full preparations in the new world before attempting a Breakthrough, would the outcome have been different?

No one knew.

Fate truly toys with people.

Meanwhile, in the Qingyuan Realm, Yu Xuzi's true body had appeared beside the puppet and impatiently opened the Storage Pouch.

The dazzling treasure light was so alluring.

"What a windfall!"