Chapter 592: The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar Lid Appears
Xiao Yunsheng was slapped by a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, completely stunned, and roared like a wounded beast.
Ye Fan followed up, forming a seal with his right hand and pressing it downward, aiming straight for his brow to split open his skull.
Xiao Yunsheng raised his left hand to block. If his brow were shattered, his Sea of Consciousness would be destroyed. Even if he were a peerless expert, he would be finished. "Bystanders, withdraw!" Wang Yangzhan of the Yin Yang Sect brought up old grievances.
The Southern Ridge Demon Lord, the Central Province Imperial Lord, the Western Desert Divine Monk, and others stepped forward, forcing many people back, preventing anyone from approaching.
"And you lot, leave immediately!" A Great Power beside Wang Yangzhan shouted at Ye Fan and the others, his expression fierce and unafraid.
"Have you forgotten the pain from just now?" Old Blind Man sneered.
"This place isn't for just anyone to stay..." As Wang Yangzhan spoke, life-and-death qi manifested and appeared above his head.
Red and black qi swirled together, descending like a sky of azure, pressing down on everyone, making even Great Power-level figures feel suffocated.
"An ancient saint's weapon!"
Many people turned pale. Even Saint Lord-rank figures felt uneasy, never expecting someone to unleash a saint's weapon, capable of sweeping through everything.
Such power was almost impossible to resist with human strength. In an era where saints were rarely born, wielding such a weapon made one nearly invincible under heaven.
"Is that the legendary Yin Yang Mirror?" People thought of this almost mythical weapon and all changed color.
This was a legendary saint weapon, passed down through the world for over two hundred thousand years, eternally undecaying, one of the most terrifying ancient saint weapons.
Not every saint could forge a weapon matching their own cultivation level, as the materials were too difficult to find.
Just as Great Emperors sought Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Mother Qi of All Things, and Immortal Tear Green Gold, these were treasures encountered by fate, not by seeking.
Weapons forged by ancient saints from ordinary materials would last anywhere from tens of thousands to a hundred thousand years at most before being worn away by time.
Only super saint weapons forged from peerless divine materials could endure eternally, known as legendary saint weapons, rare beyond measure in the world.
"No, that's not the legendary saint weapon. It lacks the invincible aura to destroy all things."
"It's a replica of the ancient mirror forged by the Yin Yang Sect fifty thousand years ago. Though crafted by a saint, it wasn't made from peerless divine materials. After tens of thousands of years, it's already half-ruined!"
"Still, it carries a powerful saint's aura. No other weapon can contend with it!"
Everyone retreated, many with ashen faces, knowing they couldn't compete with the Yin Yang Sect.
Though the Yin Yang Sect members were emboldened, they dared not disrespect the Immortal Imperial Dynasty, a lineage that had produced a Human Clan Great Emperor, with unfathomable foundations.
However, they showed no courtesy to Ye Fan and the others. Xiao Yunsheng, standing with them, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Crawl over here!"
"Old Blind Man, even this damaged saint weapon of mine, in this special place that suppresses divine power, is enough to annihilate all of you." The Yin Yang Sect's old sect master, Wang Yangzhan, spoke casually. "For the sake of the legendary figure Old Immortal, I'll let you leave. But these few must die."
He fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, Dongfang Ye, and Duan De, then locked onto the broken bowl, intending to claim it for himself.
On the ten-thousand-zhang jade platform, silence fell. Everyone knew that even a saint weapon damaged by the power of time could kill many top-tier experts.
"You fat man, bring me your bowl!" Wang Yangzhan said coldly, demanding their protective treasure.
At this critical moment of life and death, Duan De's expression shifted unpredictably—sometimes gritting his teeth, sometimes his eyes flickering.
"You ants are all dead!" Xiao Yunsheng gnashed his teeth with venomous hatred. "You damn fat man, hand over the bowl quickly!"
"Damn it, you really think you've got me?" Duan De gritted his teeth, then made up his mind. The broken bowl above his head emitted a terrifying aura.
"Crack!"
The broken bowl split apart, and tens of thousands of black rays shot out. An ancient, simple pottery lid emerged, floating in the void, with a ghost-face mark so vivid on it.
"That is..."
"It looks familiar, like a legend recorded in some ancient texts!"
"I remember now... the ghost face... that's the mark of the Devouring Heaven Great Emperor. This pottery jar lid is an imperial weapon."
"The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar... it's the Extreme Weapon of the Eastern Wasteland. Heavens, the long-lost demon jar lid has appeared!"
Many were horrified and couldn't help retreating, their hair standing on end. A broken bowl actually contained half of an Extreme Imperial Weapon!
"No need to fear. Half an Extreme Weapon can't be awakened. Unless a saint comes, no one can activate it or unleash the Great Emperor's immortal might."
"Then you go try it!"
"Even if it can't unleash imperial might, it can still overpower an ancient saint's weapon!"
Chaos erupted on the ten-thousand-zhang jade platform. Everyone was shocked and backed away.
Ye Fan was also dumbfounded. The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar that Black Emperor had never stopped talking about—its most crucial part was actually in Duan De's hands, hidden inside the broken bowl.
"You dare show off in front of me with a broken mirror?" Duan De puffed out his chest, steadying himself. "You're finished! You've offended me to the core! In the future, I'll dig up every one of your ancestors' graves, and leave your own tombs for my grandson to plunder!"