Chapter 82
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Chapter 82: The Vanishing Mountain
A spirit in the great tomb?
Ye Yun was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. If descendants of a Golden Pill master still lingered within this tomb—or worse, if the master himself hadn’t truly met his death—what sinister purpose lay behind these countless array restrictions? To a Golden Pill master, someone at the body refinement stage was no different from an ant.
“Haha! I’ve got it!”
Qu Yiping’s shrill laughter pierced the air as he waved a green battle knife shrouded in faint, eerie mist.
The group turned to see Qu Yiping swinging the blade wildly, his face twisted with manic triumph.
“Brother Qu, what kind of blade is that? Another low-grade spiritual weapon?” Yu Minghong stepped closer, curiosity outweighing caution.
Qu Yiping sneered. “Low-grade? Correct. But this is the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade—the greatest among low-grade spiritual weapons.”
The Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade?
Yu Minghong, Ye Yun, and the others froze. How could this unassuming weapon claim such a title?
A sharp inhale broke the silence. Duan Chenfeng stared at the blade, voice trembling. “That… that’s the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade wielded by the Seven Absolute Demon five centuries ago?” His usual disdain for Qu Yiping evaporated under raw shock.
“Well recognized!” Qu Yiping preened, all pretense of composure gone.
“Who’s the Seven Absolute Demon?” Yu Minghong pressed.
Duan Chenfeng’s face darkened. “Five hundred years ago, a youth at the pinnacle of Qi refining found this blade. Through it, he gained a cursed cultivation technique. Together, they unleashed attacks that manipulated seven emotions—joy, rage, sorrow, fear, love, hate, resentment. Imagine dueling while your heart floods with terror or despair. Even early Foundation Establishment experts fell before him. After pillaging enough resources to break through to Foundation Establishment himself, he terrorized the Jin Kingdom until they named him Seven Absolute Demon. This blade became his legacy.”
Ye Yun’s throat tightened. A weapon that warped emotions? Unthinkable—yet here it glowed in Qu Yiping’s grasp.
Su Ling’s clear voice cut through the tension. “If this demon reached Foundation Establishment, why is his blade merely low-grade?”
Duan Chenfeng shrugged. “The materials were common, perhaps hastily forged. But its grade is undisputed—low-grade, yet peerless.”
Ye Yun exchanged a glance with Su Ling. They knew fragile weapons sometimes hid extraordinary power when wielded cleverly.
Qu Yiping swung the blade, green light carving menacing patterns across his gleeful face.
Duan Chenfeng leaned toward Ye Yun. “We should crush him before he masters that thing.”
“You—” Qu Yiping scrambled backward.
Crack!
The translucent mountain peak shattered. Before anyone could react, the upper half exploded into glittering dust, choking the air.
Ye Yun grabbed Su Ling, tucking her against his chest as the world vanished into swirling gray. His senses failed—only the girl’s trembling form anchored him.
When the dust settled, they stood buried to their knees in crystalline powder. Before them rose an altar bearing three pulsing orbs: blue, white, purple.
Su Ling coughed, dislodging dust. “Are you—”
“Fine.” Ye Yun kept his voice steady though his gut churned. Their companions had vanished.
“Where… where is everyone?” Su Ling whispered.
“Teleported elsewhere by the tomb’s arrays. Or we’ve been moved.” Ye Yun studied the alien altar.
Su Ling frowned at the structure for minutes before marching toward it.
“Wait!” Ye Yun lunged ahead, reaching the stone steps first.
“Ye Yun!” She stamped her foot but followed.
The altar’s peak held three human-sized silhouettes of light—blue, white, purple—hovering between substance and illusion.
As Ye Yun reached the top, Su Ling appeared beside him, squinting at the mysterious glow.
