768: Chapter 769 Heaven-Defying Treasures

The Bladesman pondered inwardly, his cold gaze locked firmly onto Xiao Ruobai.

He could clearly perceive that every punch thrown by his opponent carried a frenzied Battle Intent that was unstoppable and capable of crushing ten thousand enemies.

That pure, ultimate will to kill—domineering, burning, and defiant—was like an Undying War God manifesting in the world, suppressing his Saber Intent until it became faintly sluggish.

His opponent was clearly only at the Immortal King Middle Stage, yet his own saber was being suppressed by the other’s fists; he had originally thought that during this trip to the Ancient God Burial Plain, he would surely reach the summit and amaze the various heroes.

He never expected such a terrifying War God to appear halfway through; in a hundred Moves of combat, he had been suppressed the entire time, retreating step by step without the slightest advantage.

A faint trace of solemnity quietly crept onto the Bladesman's icy brow.

His fingertips tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the hilt; the black saber in its sheath trembled faintly, as if eager to be drawn to cut down the Golden War God before him.

But he held back; unless it was a life-or-death moment, he would not fully draw his saber.

"Again."

The Bladesman whispered in his heart, his eyes becoming colder and sharper as the chilling Saber Intent around him surged once more, the air being sliced by the saber's momentum with sharp, whistling sounds.

The half-inch saber glow condensed further—bone-chilling and Soul-freezing—each strike more resolute and domineering than the last.

But in the next moment, Xiao Ruobai looked up, his dark eyes filled with a sky-high Battle Intent that pierced through the clouds.

A golden fist light soared into the sky, tearing through the drifting sand, as War God Blood-Qi surged like a tide, enveloping the surrounding fields.

Xiao Ruobai stepped into the sky, his figure rising several zhang high, his fist momentum domineering and boundless; as it descended, the world seemed to stand still.

This punch had no fancy Moves, only pure brute force that crushed everything and the War God Dao Rhyme.

It was a head-on clash with no dodging or maneuvering.

Boom—!!

The golden fist slammed heavily against that half-inch snow-white saber glow; an ear-piercing sound of shattering suddenly exploded as a layer of protective Saber Rhyme around the Bladesman cracked, disintegrated, and vanished into thin air.

The aftershocks of the incredibly violent power swept in all directions, like an invisible giant hand slamming into the hard rock wall of the cliff behind them.

Rumble—!!

The ancient cliff wall, which was as hard as divine gold, suddenly cracked frantically; dense fissures spread across the entire cliff face as boulders loosened, collapsed, and tumbled down, with countless rocks falling amidst the dust.

The rock layers that had been sealed underground for ten thousand ages were violently forced open by this strike, and a pitch-black, deep secret fissure abruptly appeared, as if the earth had opened a dark eye that had been silent for eternity.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden pillar spanning ten thousand miles of the sky burst through the shackles of the earth and pierced straight into the clouds!

Boom—!!

A deafening roar of the Great Dao echoed across the entire Ancient God Burial Plain; the world shook violently, and the surrounding mist was completely dispersed by the golden light as mountains shifted and spiritual energy went berserk.

The two men in the middle of their fierce battle, as well as Fang Hanyu and the others watching nearby, were all blown ten thousand meters away by this intense pressure.

A mysterious Dao Rhyme—ancient, vast, and incredibly heavy—swept through the Eight Desolations like a towering tsunami, crudely penetrating every battlefield and arrogantly drilling into the Divine Soul of every Prodigy.

Following that, from deep underground, a strange dao seed—translucent and wrapped in gilded divine patterns—slowly floated upward.

A faint, hazy Emperor's radiance flowed within its core; it held no violent or frantic energy, yet it carried a desolate silence spanning ten thousand ages, as if bearing a sealed ancient elegy.

At this moment, all fighting across the entire Ancient God Burial Plain suddenly froze.

Regardless of their cultivation level or status, all the Prodigies subconsciously stopped their attacks and looked up at that golden light connecting heaven and earth.

No one knew what supreme treasure had emerged from the ground, but everyone's Soul was trembling, hungry, and restless.

It was a supreme aura that transcended the mundane Dao—pure and profound, carrying a fatal temptation that struck directly at the Soul, stirring the greed deep within the Origin of every Cultivator.

Upon the cliff, dust filled the air.

The saber-carrying youth steadied himself, his black clothes fluttering; his cold eyes stared fixedly at that soaring golden beam, his chest heaving slightly and his aura a bit disordered.

His Saber Heart shook, and his Saber Intent fluctuated.

Xiao Ruobai also looked up, his gaze suddenly narrowing; his War God Dao Heart vibrated violently, and even his usually steady Heart-Nature felt an inexplicable pounding in his chest, giving rise to an irrepressible palpitations.

He could not see through the essence of this dao seed, but he knew that this object was absolutely a Heaven-Defying rare treasure rarely found in ten thousand ages.

To miss such a rare treasure of heaven and earth would be a regret for ten thousand ages.

The saber-carrying youth tapped his toes against the rubble, his figure like a streak of dark, cold light as he tried to be the first to snatch the floating dao seed.

Buzz—

A faint Chaos Sword Light suddenly intercepted the sky, silently blocking the path of the Bladesman.

Fang Hanyu stood quietly upon the scattered rocks, his white clothes untainted by dust; his slender fingers lightly gripped his sword hilt as Chaos Sword Intent flowed subtly, appearing calm yet completely sealing off all of the Bladesman's forward routes.

There was no Killing Intent, yet there was an absolute blockade that could not be crossed; the saber-carrying youth stopped his steps and turned to look at this Sword Cultivator, his pitch-black scabbard trembling faintly.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ruobai did not hesitate for a second; his body turned into a golden stream of light, and in an instant, he pierced through the floating dust and reached out with his large hand.

Buzz—

The golden dao seed trembled slightly and fell submissively into Xiao Ruobai's palm.

As the gilded patterns flowed, a thick and majestic ancient Origin instantly surged into his limbs and bones; even his condensed War God Blood-Qi quietly sublimated and refined at this moment.

The moment the dao seed was in hand, a devilish cloud as black as ink suddenly pressed across the sky from a thousand miles away.

Devilish mist towered and the Yin Qi was bone-chilling; the world suddenly darkened.

An evil and tall black-robed devilish shadow stepped through space out of thin air, descending above the cliff.

Mo Cha!

His blood-red eyes locked firmly onto the golden light in Xiao Ruobai's palm; greed surged in his eyes, and the Devilish Qi around him instantly boiled to the limit as cold Evil Qi enveloped the entire cliff.

Following closely behind, several powerful streaks of light exploded across the distant horizon.

Sword Qi startled the heavens as the Little Sword Emperor, Ling Guzhou, arrived gracefully.

A man clad in Ancient God Battle Armor stepped through the Void Realm, his skin gleaming with a glazed luster; he was surrounded by the ancient, primitive God Race Dao Rhyme, and his indifferent eyes looked down upon all living things with an innate divine pressure.

The Divine Son of the Ancient God Clan, Gu Shitian.

Vast purple energy rose from the east as the Saint of the Myriad Phenomena Dao Palace arrived through the air, his Eight Trigrams Daoist robe fluttering slightly in the wind, his expression solemn.

Bang!"

The earth shattered as a World-Destroying Demon Ape crashed through the mist, soaring into the sky with a rolling, primitive ferocity.

Behind it, several powerful bursts of Demonic Qi erupted as several Yao Race Prodigies arrived one after another, their Evil Qi grim as they echoed the fierce power of the Devilish Ape, dyeing half the sky with a wild and violent demonic aura.

Then the devilish clouds rose again as several unfamiliar Demon Race figures appeared one after another, their Evil Qi sky-high and their cold gazes locked firmly on the ground below.

Huang Jiutian folded his wings, his eyes burning with hidden covetousness; Shi Jingxian shouldered his spiked club, his eyes wide in shock.

The group from the Azure Profound Sect also arrived one after another, drawn by this heaven-startling phenomenon.

Li Xuanfeng stood on a green sword light, hovering in the air on the outskirts; his gaze was like lightning, instantly sweeping over Xiao Ruobai, who was surrounded at the center holding the dao seed.

He then scanned the murderous faces of Mo Cha, the Little Sword Emperor, and the others; his brow instantly furrowed, and veins appeared on his hand as he gripped his sword hilt.

Shi Jingxian was even more direct; after seeing the situation clearly, he hissed in a breath of cold air and cursed under his breath, "Fuck." With a shrug of his shoulder, he lifted the hideous spiked club with one hand.

Shen Jinghong, Ji Qingyi, Lin Mochen, and the others also landed slightly behind, everyone's aura heavy and solemn.

Xuan Yi, Ao Zhan, Luo Shenyue, Xia Wudao, Jiang Li...

In just a few breaths, the top tier of Prodigies in the Ancient God Burial Plain had all converged here.