324: Dark Blood Battle Axe

"You!"

The Third Old Ancestor’s gaze locked onto the dazed quasi-Holy Son again. "Yes, it's you, kid. Your cultivation has grown a bit, but your courage hasn't.

That door ahead has a strange aura. Go, investigate it carefully."

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Didn't you eat? The eyes of that stone statue ahead seem to be moving. Go, touch it for me and see if there's a mechanism!"

Xue Wuhen's face was pale, and his body trembled. Looking at the ancient stone statue, a hundred zhang tall, with a blurry face yet exuding an aura that froze the Soul, his teeth chattered.

"Se... Senior, that stone statue's aura is too terrifying..."

Xue Wuhen's voice was tearful.

"What nonsense!" The Third Old Ancestor glared, and the invisible pressure almost made Xue Wuhen collapse to the ground.

"I'm watching right here, what are you afraid of?! Hurry up! Maybe there's a treasure after you touch it. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you one!"

Xue Wuhen wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only brace himself and move step by step towards the stone statue.

He gritted his teeth, painstakingly shuffling towards the stone statue beside the heavy stone door at the end of the corridor, which emanated an ominous fluctuation.

The Third Old Ancestor did not relax his vigilance. His Saint King Realm Qi machine subtly enveloped the surroundings, guarding against any sudden changes that might occur.

This great tomb was full of deadly traps, so he had to be cautious.

He also rapidly deduced in his mind: "The layout here aligns with the Cycle of Heavenly Stars, yet it also inverts Yin and Yang. This is definitely no ordinary feat!"

Just as the quasi-Holy Son's trembling hand was about to touch the stone statue, an anomaly suddenly occurred!

The stone statue suddenly lit up with a scarlet, evil light, and a violent, cold will surged out like a tangible entity, directly striking the quasi-Holy Son's Divine Soul!

"Hmph! How dare mere specters act so presumptuously!"

The Third Old Ancestor was prepared. With a cold snort, he pointed his fingers like a sword and tapped from a distance!

A highly condensed Saint power arrived later but struck first, precisely cutting into that evil will, instantly dissolving it into nothingness like boiling water on snow.

The red light on the stone statue flickered violently a few times before reluctantly dimming.

Even so, the aura that leaked out in that instant made the remaining Glazed Holy Land Disciples feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, trembling uncontrollably.

The quasi-Holy Son collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat. In that instant, he truly felt the great terror of his Divine Soul on the verge of collapse.

The Third Old Ancestor glanced at Xue Wuhen, who was slumped on the ground, still shaken, and no longer paid him any mind.

His attention was completely drawn to the ancient-looking stone door before him, which subtly gave him a peculiar feeling.

Although the stone statue's anomaly just now was shattered by his finger, he keenly perceived that when the evil will struck, a tiny, almost imperceptible energy ripple was generated in the ancient Restriction on this stone door.

He took a deep breath, and the Saint power around him slowly circulated, becoming more condensed and restrained, like a primordial Vicious Beast ready to strike.

He walked towards the stone door step by step, his pace steady. With each step, he seemed to merge with the earth's pulse, carefully sensing the subtle changes in every inch of space before the door.

The remaining few Glazed Holy Land Disciples, including Xue Wuhen who had just recovered, held their breath, nervously watching the Third Old Ancestor's back.

The Third Old Ancestor stopped three feet in front of the stone door, not rashly touching it.

Profound runes circulated in his eyes as he meticulously scanned every carving and every wisp of energy flow on and around the stone door.

"Indeed, this Restriction appears seamless and eternal, but time is ultimately merciless. A tiny stagnation and crack have already appeared at its core node. The evil thought impact from the stone statue earlier was just the last straw that broke the camel's back, making this flaw even more obvious..."

He sneered inwardly, a sharp glint in his eyes. "The flaw has appeared. Open for me!"

Without further hesitation, the Third Old Ancestor let out a low growl and slowly pushed out his right palm.

From his palm surged a soft yet incredibly resilient Saint King Law power, imbued with his profound understanding of space and Restriction!

This power flowed like water, precisely seeping into the inherent crack in the Restriction that he had perceived.

"Buzz—!"

The stone door trembled violently, the runes on its surface flashed wildly, and the entire corridor emitted a low rumble, as if resisting.

The Third Old Ancestor's expression was solemn. He exerted and retracted the force in his palm, fully concentrating on breaking it.

After a long while, accompanied by a dull cracking sound, the light on the stone door completely dimmed, and the Restriction was forcibly broken.

"Creak—"

The heavy stone door slowly opened inward, and an aura mixed with rust, dried blood, and the decay of ages, as if substantial, rushed out.

The scene behind the door came into view.

It was a small stone chamber with rough walls and no decorations, except for a battle axe obliquely stuck in the ground in the center.

The battle axe had an ancient and ferocious design, with a broad blade. There were still bloodstains on the battle axe, and its entire body was a dull, blood-red color, as if it had been soaked and solidified by the fresh blood of countless enemies.

It stood there intact and silent, yet it was like a sleeping primordial Vicious Beast, exuding a complete, vast, and boundless Great Saint-Grade might!

Even more terrifying was the almost solidified, tragic Evil Qi and murderous intent that filled the entire stone chamber, making the air viscous and icy!

This space seemed to have frozen the last moment after a great battle of Great Saint-Grade beings in ancient times!

Those bloodstains, that battle axe, silently narrated the past tragedy and terror!

"Such dense Evil Qi! These bloodstains are definitely not from ordinary creatures; at least they are the vital essence blood left behind when a Great Saint-Grade existence perished!

And this axe, it's a fiendish weapon that has drunk countless amounts of blood and is filled with monstrous Evil Qi..."

The Third Old Ancestor's eyes narrowed, revealing a solemn expression.

He could feel that this battle axe was of extremely high grade, and its Evil Qi was far heavier than that of ordinary Saint-Grade weapons, at least a Great Saint-Grade weapon.

He cautiously stepped into the stone chamber, his Divine Sense meticulously sweeping every corner to confirm there were no hidden Restrictions, before fully focusing his gaze on the battle axe.

"Buzz..."

As if sensing the approach of a living person, the Dark Blood Battle Axe actually trembled slightly, emitting an extremely faint hum. A barely perceptible bloody light flashed across its blade, and the tragic Evil Qi also fluctuated for an instant.

"Its spirituality is not extinguished?!"

A sharp glint flashed in the Third Old Ancestor's eyes. He extended his hand, not directly grabbing the axe handle, but instead conjured mysterious Seal runes, which transformed into streaks of light, coiling around the battle axe, intending to completely suppress it before taking it.

However, just as his Seal runes were about to touch the battle axe—

The dark brown bloodstains on the battle axe seemed to come alive, steaming with wisps of black-red Evil Qi!

The battle axe itself flared with a great bloody light, letting out a bloodthirsty roar. A highly condensed murderous intent mixed with residual Saint might fiercely surged towards the Third Old Ancestor's Divine Soul!

"Hmph! An ownerless weapon dares to act so ferociously!" Although startled, the Third Old Ancestor remained calm. His Saint King will was as steady as a rock, easily crushing that murderous intent.

He reached out with a large hand, and his Saint power transformed into a giant palm, forcibly grabbing the violently struggling battle axe. Countless Seal runes instantly wrapped around it like chains, layer upon layer.

The battle axe trembled wildly, and Evil Qi surged, but without anyone to wield it, it was ultimately suppressed by force. Its bloody light dimmed, transforming into a dark red small axe, about a foot long, and falling into the Third Old Ancestor's hand.

Just as the Third Old Ancestor was about to examine the battle axe carefully, he suddenly felt something and abruptly looked up towards the unseen Void Realm deep within the tomb.

In that instant, he clearly perceived that the entire great tomb's originally tight, seamlessly nested layers of Restrictions seemed to have loosened ever so slightly!

Although this change was minuscule, almost imperceptible, for a powerful expert of his Realm, it was like a tiny pebble dropped into a calm lake; the ripple was small, but it was genuinely there.

"Hmm?"

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he mused inwardly: "The internal Restriction has loosened? Is it natural decay from age, or has the grand formation lost a bit of its support because this battle axe was taken?"

Although his tone was solemn, his steps remained steady. The situation was still within a controllable range, just requiring more serious attention.

He was the first to step out of the stone door, saying in a deep voice, "Everyone, cheer up and follow me closely! This damned place is probably about to undergo a major change!"