# Chapter 1376: Demon Emperor Ruler
Was this the tomb of a single Great Emperor, or the burial ground of a group of Great Emperors? How could there be several Imperial weapons here? It made people's hair stand on end and their bodies tremble from the skin to the marrow.
That was definitely an Imperial weapon. Otherwise, how could it have cracked the Immortal Tear Green Gold Ruler, and now silently killed a Great Sage without even allowing him to resist?
This place had exploded into chaos. How could they fight this? No matter how many people came, they would die. Even a Great Sage was no match. All the cultivators in the universe couldn't fill this place with their corpses!
"Fall back! Retreat immediately!"
The Human Clan Dao Protector's voice trembled. The great tomb had exceeded their expectations time and again. It was nothing like what they had imagined. They hadn't seen a single Imperial corpse, yet disaster after disaster struck.
That was a massive Divine Demon Altar, formed by cutting a mountain peak flat. On it were buried five weapons, each one reviving, emitting strands of ancient Great Emperor aura.
Unfortunately, they couldn't see clearly. The blazing ones made people's blood and tears flow and their divine sense on the verge of collapse, while the dim ones were hidden in the void. None could be seen in their true form, their shapes unknown.
This was the Great Emperor's weapon burial ground, where he had interred the divine artifacts that had accompanied him through his life of battle.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the nine heavens. The enormous Dragon Horse that had disappeared earlier reappeared, standing at the edge of the horizon, raising its head toward this direction.
This was truly a shocking scene. That Red Dragon was larger than many mountain ranges. Any peak before it was like a small mound, utterly insignificant.
The Imperial weapon appeared, and the ancient Great Emperor's mount also emerged, raising its head toward this direction—a sight that shook the soul.
Boom!
Behind the enormous Red Dragon, a mountain larger than a star materialized. It stretched across the end of heaven and earth, vast and boundless, reaching up to Chaos above and suppressing the Nine Netherworlds below. Its height was immeasurable in tens of thousands of zhang.
At the mountain's base was a massive cave. The Red Dragon flicked its tail and plunged inside. Dragon cries echoed forth, shaking people's hearts. Clouds and mists churned, and from time to time, red scales and horns flashed within the cave. The ancient Great Emperor's mount had transformed from a horse into a dragon, writhing in its enormous nest, each red scale several zhang long.
"Charge, big nephew! This is our ancestor, summoning you. Go quickly and seek its guidance!" Hundred Tribulations Daoist shouted, kicking the Dragon Horse's rear, sending it flying horizontally like a cannonball toward the cave entrance.
The Dragon Horse's nose nearly twisted in anger. This old donkey was too malicious. Facing that enormous Red Dragon ahead, he couldn't help but tremble. If it swatted down with its claws, his little life would surely be forfeit.
"Hum!"
Immortal mist boiled. The giant mountain vanished, and a beam of light swept the Dragon Horse away.
"Big nephew, don't forget your old uncle! Bring me back some benefits!" Hundred Tribulations Daoist transmitted his voice from behind.
Everyone was dumbfounded, all staring blankly.
Rumble!
The Imperial weapon changed! Heaven and earth shattered, as if several Great Emperors were about to revive. Vast stretches of mountains and rivers turned to dust, leaving only the altar standing tall, unbroken but constantly shaking.
The Imperial weapons were awakening, and five of them at once—who could withstand this? Everyone no longer cared about anything else; they turned and fled.
"Stop! Do not release any killing intent. This is a desecration of the Imperial weapons. That's why they were activated. We must calm ourselves." An old monk from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain let out a Dao Roar.
He had seen the essence of the problem. How sacred and majestic were Imperial weapons? They were the supreme beings among weapons. Buried for endless ages, now seeing the light of day, the divine spirits within would naturally have some intense reactions.
The Purple Gold Buddha Bridge flashed, emitting a wave of peaceful energy beneath everyone's feet. Pure faith power spread, calming people's hearts.
This bridge was forged by Amitabha Buddha himself, infused with the collective will of all living beings. After countless refinements, it had no impurities, only the crystalline divine radiance of the purest and most virtuous side of the human heart. It was said to be capable of converting all beings in the heavens and leading them to the Other Shore. Now it truly manifested its extraordinary nature, effectively dissolving the killing intent.
At this point, the five weapons on the Divine Demon Altar gradually calmed down, and the Great Emperor aura ceased to manifest.
"Amitabha." Many people involuntarily chanted the Buddha's name, and the Purple Gold Buddha Bridge became even more sacred and peaceful, flowing with auspicious light.
Whether it was the Black-Robed Divine Demon from the Underworld or the Lord God of the Divine Organization, all changed expression. The Buddhist sect founded by Amitabha made them wary.
Mountains and rivers crumbled. This place was a scene of ruin and devastation, with only the altar undamaged, ancient and majestic.
The five Imperial weapons on it revealed their true forms, no longer trembling, calmly displayed there. They were all fragments, not complete weapons.
Their bodies were cyan in color. Some had no luster, very dim, while others still had a layer of clear light flowing over them. Each piece carried an ancient, weathered air, having endured who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
This was a ruler, forged from the most mysterious Feather Transformation Azure Gold, a divine material equal in fame to Phoenix Blood Red Gold and Immortal Tear Green Gold. No one knew why it had broken, now in five sections scattered on the ground.
Everyone was stunned. This was definitely an Imperial weapon, yet it had been shattered—a truly horrifying revelation!
No wonder it had attacked the Sacred Spirit's Immortal Tear Green Gold Ruler. It was itself a Measuring Heaven Ruler, provoked by the killing aura, unable to tolerate an "ordinary weapon" challenging it here.
"How did it break?" People were shocked, not daring to approach, watching from a distance.
The fractures were irregular, as if it had been forcibly shattered. What kind of power could destroy an Imperial weapon? It defied all reason.
If there had been a battle, it must have been earth-shattering!
"This... unimaginable. I've only heard of such brutal divine wars during the Mythological Era and when the Ancient Heavenly Court collapsed. Could it be a Supreme Being from that time?" A Great Sage expressed doubt, his voice unsteady.
"No, it looks familiar, similar to records in ancient texts. This seems to be the legendary supreme divine artifact!" Hundred Tribulations Daoist suddenly spoke, his expression extremely agitated.
Then, the Human Clan Dao Protector, the Bull Demon King, the Underworld's peerless expert, and the Lord God all tensed up, simultaneously thinking of a figure who had dominated the ages.
"It's him, the Supreme Being who looked down on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—the Demon Emperor!"
A Dao Protector spoke with reverence, his voice trembling as he uttered this great name. This was a Demon Clan Ancient Emperor who surveyed past and present, dominating all heavens and realms.
His peerless brilliance illuminated the stars. His illustrious name made people tremble just to mention it, supreme and unrivaled. In the era he ruled, none in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths dared to disobey.
"How could it be him? Wasn't he buried in the Big Dipper Ancient Star Domain? How did he appear here?"
His era could not be verified. Some said it was the glorious Demon Age hundreds of thousands of years ago, others said it was a million years ago, near the end of the Primeval Era.
Most people today knew nothing of his legends, but the Great Sages on the Stellar Ancient Path were not completely ignorant. That glory made them tremble with awe just thinking about it.
He truly roamed the stars, undefeated on the ancient path. In his youth, the Demon Emperor walked the Ancient Human Path, hunted by everyone, yet he grew stronger with each battle, invincible under heaven and earth.
His original form was not strong. Legend said he was merely a snow rabbit. Yet he became a supreme being, said to have slain all the supremes under heaven, dominating all realms.
Before attaining the Dao, he had a bloody battle that shook the ages. He killed a Divine Blood Supreme, slew the invincible ancient ancestor of the Sacred Spirits, and struck down several ancient evil gods at the Quasi-Emperor realm.
That battle shattered heaven and earth, making ghosts weep and gods howl. It was hard to imagine—one man roaring through the universe, defeating all comers in a single night, killing every competitor, and ascending to the peak with overwhelming force!
His name was Xue Yueqing, a man whiter than snow, surpassing the gods. In that era, he struck down the deities of the nine heavens above and suppressed the corpse chaos of the Nine Netherworlds below, his grace peerless, unmatched in the world.
Though his origin was humble and weak, merely a snow rabbit, he was so extraordinary, step by step advancing, ultimately becoming the Demon Emperor at the extreme peak of the Dao.
In the end, people forgot his origins, because he was too powerful, making even the gods tremble.
"According to legend, the Demon Emperor was peerless under heaven. With his weak body, he refined his blood, nourished himself, and grew ever stronger. In the end, a single drop of his blood could kill a dragon!"
The world believed he had passed away in his later years on the Big Dipper, but some ancient texts recorded that the Demon Emperor's great tomb had turned into a continent and eventually crashed into the depths of the universe.
Now, with the appearance of the Demon Emperor Ruler, everyone knew—this was the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb!
But questions also arose. Why had the Demon Emperor Ruler, recorded in history with the heaviest strokes, shattered? Its fame was immense.
History did not record that the Demon Emperor had fought such a world-shaking battle, nor had it ever mentioned the Demon Emperor Ruler breaking. It should have disappeared with him.
"Could it be that in his later years, the Demon Emperor, sitting alone in his tomb, faced the most terrifying battle of his life? His Imperial weapon shattered, and his tomb crashed into the depths of the universe?!"
When this possibility occurred to them, everyone's hair stood on end. What kind of enemy could that be? One couldn't even find them in history.
The White-Robed Demon Emperor's grace was unmatched. How could he have encountered an enemy back then? Legend said he traveled the universe seeking an opponent, and no one could withstand even a single finger of his.
Thoughts raced through everyone's minds, and in the end, they all stared greedily at the several broken weapon fragments.
At this moment, it was impossible to say they had no covetous thoughts. This was the Demon Emperor Ruler, whose divine might shook past and present. Even shattered, it was a priceless treasure.
Moreover, if it were a complete Measuring Heaven Ruler, they surely couldn't control it. But one of its fragments might be usable by a Great Sage-level peerless expert.
Swish!
A flash of clear light. The Lord God holding the cauldron stepped forward, suppressing all killing intent, calm and peaceful, approaching to collect the Demon Emperor Ruler.
The first Great Sage had made his move. Naturally, the others couldn't sit still. They all stepped forward. Six or seven peerless Great Sages approached, cautiously walking toward the Divine Demon Altar.
Who would give up such an opportunity? The weapon of a generation's Demon Emperor, now broken into five sections displayed here—every cultivator's heart was stirred.
Others held their breath, not daring to compete, watching carefully. Some of the Human Clan Dao Protectors remained unmoved, their expressions uncertain, waiting for the right moment.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, as the six or seven Great Sages neared the altar, it emitted a curtain of light, making the area hazy. Traces of blood light flashed. A white-robed phantom stood there, back to the crowd, silently paying homage to the Imperial weapon.
"Thump!"
Almost everyone knelt down, feeling a pressure that spanned the ages. Even the Great Sages couldn't help but want to kowtow, their knees trembling.
This shocked everyone. In that instant, they understood—the white-robed phantom must be... the Demon Emperor!
To be precise, this was a residual imprint left behind when he once stopped here, not yet scattered by the wind. Just a footprint remnant, and it made Great Sages nearly kneel—what kind of peerless power was this?
Then, scenes and images flashed by. Everyone was utterly shaken, their bodies trembling. They finally understood why the Demon Emperor Ruler had shattered!...