29: Chapter 29 Imperial Weapons? I have eighteen!

"Since you know I am the spirit of an Emperor Weapon, you should also know that killing me is useless!"

The old man's voice was no longer humble; instead, it carried a sense of arrogance.

The demonic mist around his body churned, re-condensing into an illusory figure. In his blood-red eyes, there was no longer any fear.

He was indeed the spirit of the Demon Swallowing Well. Years ago, after Great Emperor Tun Tian sealed the Blood Demon Ancestor within the Demon Swallowing Well, Great Emperor Tun Tian disappeared not long after, and the Demon Swallowing Well was lost in a Secret Realm.

As the spirit of the Demon Swallowing Well, he spent most of his time in slumber.

But one day, the Blood Demon Ancestor enticed him, claiming to have a way to allow him to take on a human form.

This tempted him greatly.

Although he was the spirit of an Emperor Weapon, he could only remain trapped within it. If he could take on a human form, given his knowledge, he wouldn't dare claim he could achieve the Dao and become an Emperor, but becoming a Saint would be no problem at all.

The Blood Demon Ancestor had no good intentions; his enticement was merely a ploy to escape the Demon Swallowing Well.

However, the Blood Demon Ancestor underestimated him and was ultimately devoured by him instead.

Therefore, although he was the spirit of an Emperor Weapon, it was not wrong to call him the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"As long as the Emperor Weapon is not damaged, I will not die. Even if you destroy this soul body of mine, I will simply have to sleep for a few thousand more years."

The old man's mouth curled into a mocking arc: "In this era where no Great Emperor exists, you want to destroy an Emperor Weapon? Heh..."

He gave two cold laughs, his meaning self-evident.

Impossible.

Shen Qingyuan looked at him without speaking.

Luo Qingyue stood to the side, a trace of solemnity flashing in her cold, clear eyes.

Emperor Weapon.

That was the supreme weapon forged by a Great Emperor-level expert, containing the Dao and principles of a Great Emperor, possessing the power to destroy the heavens and earth.

In this world, Holy Weapons were already rare, and Emperor Weapons were even more legendary existences.

It was said that only those ancient Imperial Clans and Holy Lands in the Central Province with deep foundations possessed the Legacy of an Emperor Weapon.

And wanting to destroy an Emperor Weapon was truly as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Heh," Shen Qingyuan looked entirely disdainful. "Simply erasing the spirit of an Emperor Weapon is indeed not easy, but if the Emperor Weapon itself is destroyed, the spirit will naturally die as well!"

Upon hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then acted as if he had heard some colossal joke.

"Hahaha! Destroy an Emperor Weapon? Do you know what you are talking about?"

He laughed until he leaned back and forth, the demonic mist around him churning violently, his blood-red eyes filled with mockery.

"An Emperor Weapon! This is an Emperor Weapon! The supreme weapon forged by a Great Emperor-level expert! It contains the Dao and principles of a Great Emperor! In this world, Emperor Weapons are few and far between; each one is a supreme treasure that stabilizes Luck!"

The old man stared at Shen Qingyuan, his face full of ridicule: "Destroy an Emperor Weapon? Can you bear to do it? Hahahaha—"

Shen Qingyuan did not answer; he simply waved his hand, and an object appeared out of thin air.

It was a pitch-black long saber. The blade was slender, the edge gleaming with a chilling light, and a dark red gemstone was inlaid at the hilt, with a faint blood-colored radiance flowing within.

The most astonishing thing was—

As soon as this long saber appeared, the temperature of the entire Wutong Garden seemed to plummet. An incomparably sharp Saber Intent spread out, slicing through the Spiritual Qi in the air.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared at the long saber, his pupils contracting sharply!

"This... this is... an Emperor Weapon?!"

His voice was trembling.

As a spirit of an Emperor Weapon himself, he felt the aura of his own kind.

But... how could this be?!

This young man actually possessed another Emperor Weapon?!

Shen Qingyuan glanced at him and casually tossed the black saber to the side.

"Clang!"

The black saber hit the ground with a dull thud, cracking the bluestone slab.

The old man watched that Emperor Weapon being tossed aside so casually, and he felt completely unwell.

This was an Emperor Weapon!

The supreme weapon forged by a Great Emperor-level expert!

If placed outside, it would be enough to make all the factions of the Cangxuan Great World go crazy!

Even those Imperial Clans and Holy Lands with deep foundations regarded Emperor Weapons as their clan-stabilizing treasures, enshrining them in their deepest sanctums and rarely daring to use them.

Yet this young man tossed it aside as if it were trash!

However—

This was not the end.

Shen Qingyuan waved his hand again.

A bright green long sword appeared in his hand. A lustrous green light flowed across the blade, as if it contained endless vitality.

The sound of the sword was crisp and melodious, like the roar of a Dragon or the cry of a Phoenix.

Another Emperor Weapon!

The old man's eyes widened, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Shen Qingyuan didn't even look at it and tossed it to the side.

"Clang!"

Another one.

Then—

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

...

Shen Qingyuan kept pulling out Emperor Weapons one after another.

Sabers, swords, spears, halberds, bells, towers, cauldrons, mirrors...

Each one radiated a terrifying aura; each one was a genuine Emperor Weapon!

In a short moment, over a dozen Emperor Weapons were piled on the ground of Wutong Garden!

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, bells, towers, cauldrons, and mirrors—a dazzling array that made one's head spin.

The old man's jaw was almost touching the ground.

His eyes were bulging, and the expression on his face had completely frozen.

"This... this is impossible..."

He was the spirit of an Emperor Weapon, having lived for tens of thousands of years, and had seen countless storms.

But he had never seen such an absurd scene!

Over a dozen Emperor Weapons!

Even when he followed Great Emperor Tun Tian in the past, he had never seen such a scene!

"Emperor Weapons? I'm not lacking! If they're destroyed, so be it!" Shen Qingyuan stated this fact, which no one in the world would believe, in a calm tone.

The old man looked at the Emperor Weapons covering the ground and was unable to refute him.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses. Looking at Shen Qingyuan, the arrogance from before was gone.

"Even... even if you don't care about Emperor Weapons, you don't have the ability to destroy one. Emperor Weapons are supreme weapons of slaughter; even a Saint could not destroy an Emperor Weapon!"

Shen Qingyuan did not answer. He simply walked slowly to the pile of Emperor Weapons, bent down, and picked up the pitch-black long saber from the beginning.

He gripped the hilt and swung it casually.

The blade sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and a tiny crack was cut into the space itself.

"Emperor Weapons, destroying them is indeed not easy."

As Shen Qingyuan toyed with the black saber in his hand, he said nonchalantly, "But if I activate the Emperor Weapon and then throw it into a Forbidden Area, someone will naturally help me destroy it!"

The old man looked at the Emperor Weapons on the ground, then at Shen Qingyuan's half-smiling face, and a deep chill welled up in his heart.

He certainly knew about Forbidden Areas.

In this world, besides the Imperial Clans and Holy Lands that were visible to the public, there was another, more terrifying existence—Forbidden Areas.

Within the Forbidden Areas, ancient existences lay dormant.

They were once the cream of the crop on the path to becoming an Emperor; some were invincible Prodigies of their era, some were peerless experts who suppressed an entire region, and some were only half a step away from ascending to the Emperor's throne.

Unfortunately, the Emperor's throne is hard to come by in ten thousand years, and in every era, only one person can reach the pinnacle.

Those experts who missed out on becoming an Emperor were unwilling to perish, so they chose to Seal themselves within the Forbidden Areas, using the unique environment of the Forbidden Areas to prolong their lives while waiting for the next Emperor's throne to appear.

Each of these existences was terrifying to the extreme.

Although they sealed themselves in the Forbidden Areas and would not easily emerge, if anyone dared to intrude into a Forbidden Area or do anything to disturb them—

It would be a dead end!

If an activated Emperor Weapon were thrown into a Forbidden Area...

He trembled all over.

This madman!

The power of an Emperor Weapon is terrifying. If it were struck into a Forbidden Area, those sleeping ancient existences would inevitably be awakened.

Given the temperaments of those existences, if their slumber were disturbed, their first reaction would never be to ask for the reason, but to directly crush the thing causing the commotion into dust!

At that point, no matter how strong the Emperor Weapon was, it could not withstand a strike of fury from those old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Once the Emperor Weapon shattered, he, the weapon spirit, would naturally vanish into smoke and dust.

"No! You... you cannot do this!" The old man's voice was trembling, his blood-red eyes filled with terror. "How precious a treasure an Emperor Weapon is! How can you... how can you..."