Chapter 63: The Desolate Pagoda Appears

Wan Qing truly deserves to be hailed as a peerless monster praised as a young Emperor, actually fighting five Great Saints all by himself! Luo Yan listened to the surrounding cultivators endlessly marveling at Qing Emperor's heroic youth, and couldn't help but cast a couple of extra glances.

Looking up and down, there was nothing particularly special about him after all!

"Speaking of which, Brother Luo, stop eating! Today's council is not a dedicated Flat Peach Banquet, and the relationship between the Primeval Myriad Clans and the human race is at stake. Whether we can jointly deal with the Red Demon Heavenly Sovereign depends entirely on today!" Lu Jingshun urged Luo Yan, who was stuffing his face voraciously.

As it happened, the two of them had met on the road here.

Because they had crossed paths once before at the Freshness Pavilion, they already knew each other, so naturally they traveled together on the way here.

Luo Yan said between bites, "They fight their battles, and I eat my food. Is there any connection between the two?"

As for the belief that consuming medicinal drugs was the only way to grow stronger, Luo Yan had taken it completely to heart! Cultivating was out of the question, nor was there any way for him to cultivate; the only thing he could do was figure out a way to acquire more divine herbs to enhance his physique, so that he could blast his way into the Immortal Realm in the future. He would either remain silent, or shock the world with a single sound!

Lu Jingshun's mouth twitched—this guy was truly carefree!

That's right! Brother Luo had always been working odd jobs at the Freshness Pavilion, and normally couldn't touch treasures of this caliber at all. Today, having the fortune to eat flat peaches, it was naturally impossible for him to let go of this heaven-sent opportunity.

Thinking of this, Lu Jingshun inexplicably felt a bit of sympathy for this fellow, and extended that sympathy to the little girl by his side as well. Judging by his ravenous appearance, that little girl must surely be having a hard time. Most likely, following this guy meant starving nine meals out of every three days!

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening explosion echoed from the sky.

"How is that possible!"

"Did I see things? Am I hallucinating?"

"Fake, it must be fake! Even a young Emperor wouldn't be able to achieve such a feat!"

Lu Jingshun hurriedly turned his head, feeling as though he had missed something, and eagerly asked a nearby cultivator, "Fellow Daoist, what just happened?"

That cultivator was completely out of his wits, staring dumbfounded as he trembled and said, "Wan Qing... used his physical body to take on a Supreme Emperor Weapon!"

Lu Jingshun likewise wore a look of utter shock, his voice pitching high: "Enduring an Ancient Emperor Weapon with flesh and blood alone? This monstrous level rivals the youth of Emperor Wushi!"

In history, there were only two figures who could survive a head-on collision with a Supreme Emperor Weapon while in the Great Saint realm!

One was Emperor Wushi, who back then, before attaining the Dao, relied on his physical body to forcefully withstand the Central State's Supreme Emperor Weapon, accomplishing an unprecedented feat throughout the ages!

As for the other, no one had ever witnessed it with their own eyes; it was merely rumored that the Ruthless Great Saint had also achieved such a feat.

Later on, both of them left magnificent and sweeping strokes in history, and to this day, some people still feel that the strength of these two was unfathomably deep, even greater than ordinary Great Emperors!

Therefore, seeing the Qing Emperor use his physical body to stubbornly withstand an Ancient Emperor Weapon and survive—becoming only the third person in history to achieve this—was simply astonishing!

Looking at Wan Qing, Lu Jingshun couldn't help remarking, "Monsters compared to monsters make other monsters want to die of frustration! We are both beasts, so why do I live my life in such a cowardly and miserable way? Of course, at least I'm better than that glutton!"

Lu Jingshun couldn't help thinking that with Luo Yan acting as his backing, his heart instantly felt a bit more grounded; surely he couldn't be worse off than a mere glutton!

"His aura is still growing! Wan Qing has broken through his realm! Amidst the battle, he has broken through to the Great Saint Realm Perfection, stepping half a foot into the Quasi-Emperor Realm!"

"What terrifying natural talent, this kind of aptitude is exceedingly rare throughout the ages! He has surpassed the young Emperor!"

"Is this kid really going to attain the Dao and become an Emperor in the Age of Dharma Ending?" said an ancestral king of the Primeval Myriad Clans, feeling utterly shocked!

For the first time, he felt fear, because in this person he seemed to see the graceful demeanor of the Undying Heavenly Sovereign in his youth!

That was a figure revered by all clans and hailed as a god; in the hearts of the myriad clans, the status of the Undying Heavenly Sovereign was far above that of other Ancient Emperors.

But soon, that ancestral king shook his head and smiled, saying, "No matter how monstrous his talent is, today he is destined to perish right here! Being able to withstand an Ancient Emperor Weapon once means he must be completely drained of his oil and lamp, and it's impossible for him to survive a second attack from an Ancient Emperor Weapon!"

The Qing Emperor looked somewhat disheveled. Although he had broken through the shackles during the battle and advanced another minor realm, he himself was not having an easy time. After stubbornly enduring the Ancient Emperor Weapon, there were obvious cracks on his physical body, making him look like a piece of pottery on the verge of shattering.

"No matter how monstrous your talent is! Today, no matter who comes, they won't be able to save you!" A Great Saint holding an Ancient Emperor Weapon stared with completely calm eyes, as if looking at a dead man.

"Is that so? Can't this sovereign do it either?"

A terrifying force flew out from the Qing Emperor's bitter sea. It was a palm-sized, nine-layered exquisite little pagoda, looking profoundly marvelous, entwined with Supreme Laws and radiating a nine-colored light across its entire body.

"That is... the supreme treasure of the Eastern Wilderness—the desolate Pagoda!"

The Ji family, the Jiang family, the Yaoguang Sacred Land, and other transcendent forces of the Eastern Wilderness were shaken!

Rumors had it that this immortal artifact had been buried deep within the imperial mausoleum of the Red Demon Heavenly Sovereign, hadn't it? Following the sealing of the secret realm and its disappearance into a strange space, many people speculated that this supreme treasure of the Eastern Wilderness had ultimately fallen into the hands of the Red Demon Heavenly Sovereign. Never had they expected it to appear in the hands of the Qing Emperor.

"Wait... Wan Qing had also ventured deep into the imperial mausoleum... why is he completely fine?" A powerhouse quickly reacted.

At that time, various factions had entered the imperial mausoleum, and among them, the Qing Emperor was undoubtedly one of the cultivators who went the deepest! Yet why was he safe and sound?

Everyone also realized the seriousness of the problem. The red mark had always been an unstoppable, indelible, and unerasable curse.

Most cultivators struck by the red curse had already degenerated into bone puppets of the curse, their consciousness invaded by it, specializing in slaughtering those closest to them.

With the appearance of the Desolate Pagoda, the situation instantly reversed.

Even if the opponent had two Ancient Emperor Weapons in hand, they could not resist the might of the true Desolate Pagoda. That was a genuine immortal artifact, a supreme treasure handed down from the Chaotic Ancient Era. The Eastern Wilderness was ultimately named the Eastern Wilderness precisely because of the "Desolate" in its name combined with its location east of the Big Dipper!

Within those Supreme Laws were contained Immortal Dao rules—sacred power transcending this universe, rising above the myriad DAOs of the cosmos, holy and ethereal.

"How could this supreme treasure be in your hands?" The faces of the five Great Saints of the Primeval Myriad Clans flushed red as they urged their Ancient Emperor Weapons and peerless saint weapons to resist the Desolate Pagoda looming above.

Streams of supreme might cascaded down from the Desolate Pagoda, containing immortal Dao rules, continuously clashing against the Ancient Emperor Weapons.

Five against one, the advantage was on his side!

Even Luo Yan stopped what he was doing, staring fixedly at that supreme treasure of the Eastern Wilderness in the starry sky.

At that very instant, he realized that he could actually communicate with the Desolate Pagoda and establish a certain connection with it!

That's right, the Desolate Pagoda itself was an immortal artifact forged by the Heavenly Emperor of Desolation. It was once forged as a physical body for the little tower; later, after the little tower recovered all its tower body fragments, the Desolate Pagoda became independent and gave birth to its own consciousness, being passed down ever since.

Luo Yan's true body shared a monumental causal tie with the Heavenly Emperor of Desolation, having evolved from a single drop of the Heavenly Emperor of Desolation's essence blood combined with an immortal herb, possessing infinite potential for growth.

The Desolate Pagoda could be summoned by him!

This was a pleasant surprise that Luo Yan had never anticipated!

Being able to serve as part of the little tower's body was enough to show how much care the Heavenly Emperor of Desolation had put into forging the Desolate Pagoda; the materials used must have been extremely rare and unique in this world.

The strength of the Desolate Pagoda went far beyond this; it was simply that the immortal Dao power within it was incomplete, and it was currently using the energy system of the universe, causing the strength it displayed to be greatly discounted.

"No..."

Accompanied by the miserable scream of a Great Saint of the Primeval Myriad Clans holding a peerless saint weapon, a legendary Great Saint-level powerhouse perished! You wouldn't necessarily see a character of this caliber emerge even once in several thousand years.

This Great Saint was shaken to death alive beneath the Desolate Pagoda, and his peerless saint weapon was shattered by the pagoda, its inner dao charm and luster dimming into obscurity.