Chapter 510

Chapter 510: Massive Gains

The single-eyed demon weapons quivered with crimson excitement, emitting hungry whines like starved hounds charging recklessly into the fray.

Instead of finding the True Demon Blood they desired, they became trapped within the Bagua Sealing Formation. Under the formation’s golden radiance, the tens of thousands of bloodthirsty demon weapons screeched pitifully as their shrouding Demonic Energy was completely neutralized, rendering them powerless.

The formidable demon weapons instantly became helpless – their terrifying divine skills unusable, their flight capabilities gone, collapsing to the ground like discarded tools.

Spectators gasped as the demon weapons rained down, forming metallic hills within moments. Cheers erupted through the crowd – these rare treasures that were once difficult to obtain now numbered in tens of thousands! Though not owners, all could benefit since half belonged to the sect, obtainable through contribution points at one-tenth the market price. Even Golden Pool Masters could afford multiple pieces.

Future visions danced in their minds – Mo Sect disciples riding Great Unity Spell-controlled demon beasts while guarded by tamed demon weapons, their combat strength multiplying exponentially. Challenging stronger foes would become child’s play. Who wouldn’t rejoice at such prospects?

Thus, an army of demon weapons capable of threatening Thunder Tribulation Immortals was effortlessly subdued.

Mo Qianxun barely contained his glee as he cast secret techniques, veiling the White Bone World-Breaking Gate with protective light to conceal their activities from the Demonic Realm. "Secure them all! Handle with care – no damages permitted!" he urgently commanded.

Thousands of cultivators swarmed into the formation – Wind Tribulation Immortals, Nascent Soul True Immortals, Purple Palace Masters, and Golden Pool Masters descending upon the metallic piles. The Bagua Formation’s anti-demonic properties didn’t hinder living cultivators.

Sorting commenced by rank:

– Wind Tribulation Immortals claimed Seventh-rank weapons

– Nascent Souls took Sixth-rank and above

– Purple Palace Masters handled Fifth-rank

– Golden Pool practitioners managed Fourth and Third-rank

Sealing rituals began immediately. The golden suppression was temporary – without proper containment using divine patterns converted from the formation’s energy, the weapons would regain power upon removal.

Sealed demon weapons became docile prisoners, transported to nearby demon-sealing towers housing permanent suppression arrays. Future tamers would need to purge residual Demonic Energy within these towers, transforming the weapons into loyal guardians through months or years of effort depending on rank.

The payoff justified the work – properly nurtured with spiritual items, many could evolve into Ninth-Rank Treasures. This growth potential made demon weapons priceless, despite their Demonic Realm origins.

Cultivators worked tirelessly despite the grueling process – half-hour per seal, magic reserves draining. Motivation ran high: ten sealed weapons earned one free. Competition for participation slots had been fierce, requiring Thunder Tribulation Immortal backing for consideration.

The prime Seventh-Rank leader weapon however, equivalent to a Demon King among its kind, would remain sect property – too valuable for distribution.

This Leader demon weapon not only surpassed its peers in power but also held immense potential. It could easily advance to the Eighth-rank, with a 20-30% chance of reaching the Ninth-Rank.

Such potential made it extraordinarily valuable, nearly matching the worth of an Eighth-rank Treasure.

The current Leader demon weapon took the form of an unusual triangular moon-blade resembling a three-foot wheel. Thin as cicada wings and crystalline like diamond, it appeared exquisitely beautiful.

Yet its lovely facade concealed deadly danger—this weapon proved several times more lethal than the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade that had slain Fang Lie.

A late-stage Wind Tribulation Cultivator attempted sealing it. Though shielding his finger with Magic, mere contact poisoned him instantly.

The toxin’s virulence shocked all—the elder’s finger immediately dissolved into clear droplets emitting a sweet fragrance.

This enticing scent carried equal toxicity. Several nearby Wind Tribulation Immortals inhaled it and began melting.

Their formidable cultivation allowed momentary resistance. A vigilant Semi-Immortal nearby prompted Mo Qianxun’s swift intervention, saving them all.

Survivors dripped cold sweat afterward—without Mo Qianxun’s aid, they’d have dissolved within breaths, demonstrating the poison’s aquatic lethality.

This incident highlighted the three-bladed moon wheel’s terrifying power. Multiple Thunder Tribulation Immortals immediately offered extravagant bids.

Mo Qianxun chuckled slyly, "As this first true treasure required Fang Lie’s life-risking altar construction, shouldn’t we elders let juniors claim rightful ownership?"

Powerful figures reluctantly conceded the treasure should go to Fang Lie.

Fang Lie felt touched, believing Mo Qianxun’s kindness genuine.

Secretly, Mo Qianxun messaged him: "Son-in-law, your fire element mismatches this water treasure. But Lanyun’s perfect match—your Fiancée deserves it, yes?"

Fang Lie nearly choked—the stubborn old man prioritized his granddaughter despite lofty declarations!

As Mo Lanyun was both his betrothed and the weapon’s ideal wielder, Fang Lie reluctantly agreed through gritted teeth.

Post-incident caution slowed proceedings—sealing tens of thousands demon weapons into suppression pagodas required full day.

Final tally included nine Seventh-rank, ninety Sixth-rank, thousand Fifth-rank, and fifty thousand Fourth-Rank/Third-Rank demon weapons!

Mo Qianxun reused True Demon Blood baiting. This lured Fang Lie’s slayer tribe—thirty thousand more demon weapons including the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade.

A Thunder Tribulation Immortal claimed the blade, its wood element synergy overriding objections. Elders acquiesced in exchange for massive contribution points and Major Merits.

The millennium-rich immortal eagerly stored his prize in the largest suppression pagoda for purification.

Further baiting proved fruitless for two days. Mo Qianxun ordered Fang Lie close the Space Channel and advance another million miles.

Complying reluctantly, Fang Lie encountered a hundred-thousand-strong tribe mere hundred thousand miles onward. Countless Sword Rays shredded the youth instantly—no corpse remained intact.

Outside observers roared with laughter at the tragic spectacle—the diligent lad had become unwitting entertainment.