Perfect World: Ten Crowns

Chapter 444 The Encounter Between Master and Disciple in Weapon Forging
Is this the area?

Deep within the Boundary Sea, in a dimly lit land, the light of ascension shone brightly, and an ancient temple of guidance appeared. Countless wisps of chaotic mist hung down, and a majestic figure emerged from it, moving with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, appearing and disappearing in an illusion, exuding boundless majesty.

The Emperor arrived, following the coordinates left by an old monster to this gloomy land. He opened his immortal eyes, and countless scenes were reflected in them, like paintings, as he tried to grasp the traces of the Great Dao of this world.

Slaughter, blood and bones, remnants of soldiers. Soon, countless traces emerged.

Behind Xia Sheng, the Immortal Venerable and the two giants arrived, all scrutinizing this world filled with killing marks. Undoubtedly, a super immortal battle had taken place here at some point in the past, the strength of which surpassed that of the supreme giants.

"There really is such a person?"

The ancestor of peacocks spoke, his expression somewhat solemn.

The strongest warriors on both sides of this battlefield are even more powerful than him.

"Peak of the Supreme Giant".

The Immortal Venerable spoke, gazing at the Boundless Sea of ​​Boundaries, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Such beings are extremely rare, only one step away from the pinnacle of Immortal King. I never expected to encounter two of them here.

Now he was curious about the relationship between the so-called Qingming Shangren and Xia Sheng.

"Let's go in that direction!"

Not long after, Xia Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked in one direction. His terrifying gaze seemed to distort everything, and even the long river of time seemed to tremble.

Severing Emperor Hui's power was not without its benefits. At this moment, his physical body was even stronger, surpassing the realm of Immortal Kings. In the blink of an eye, he could destroy countless stars and universes.

It can be said that there is no one left to rival him in the Immortal King Realm.

Chi!
Led by Xia Sheng, three top experts followed behind.

Such a force, unless it encounters a super-large dark storm or a cluster of ancient temples, can basically sweep across the boundary sea and flatten everything.

Soon, over a thousand years passed, and the group finally reached their destination.

Boom!

Ahead lay a vast sea of ​​immortals, where the sounds of scriptures surged endlessly, the sounds of battle echoed continuously, and screams of agony stretched out incessantly. Countless black ripples swept across the sky and the earth, and large drops of blood rained down, staining the sea of ​​immortals crimson. This was an epic battle between immortals.

Of course, it was more of a siege than a major battle.

At the very center of the battlefield, an old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the azure sky. His face was gaunt and he exuded an endless aura of killing intent. One after another, treasures hung in front of him, some for defense and some for killing, combining offense and defense. Several ancient artifacts also emitted a faint, shimmering vitality.

All around it, powerful beings confronted each other, numbering more than a dozen, all of whom were supreme giants. The leader among them was a monster with eight heads, exuding a black aura. He was a peak supreme giant.

Compared to the Nine-Headed Monster of the Immortal Realm, it may be somewhat weaker, but its strength is still considerable.

"How much longer can you hold on? Join the darkness and become one of us!"

The eight-headed monster roared, and with a howl, many dark giants moved in unison to hunt down the Qingming Venerable who was trapped in the center. A massive amount of killing light surged forth, distorting the long river of time.

"You beast, you deserve to die!"

However, the Azure Nether Daoist was fearless, throwing out one magical weapon after another: swords, spears, halberds, axes, maces, cauldrons, bells, and furnaces. All kinds of weapons came out at once, forming a terrifying field that deterred enemies from all directions. Even supreme giants could not easily approach.

"Their strength should not be underestimated!"

In the shadows, the peacock ancestor muttered to himself, swallowing hard.

That old Taoist must be the Azure Nether Taoist the Emperor spoke of. He possesses far too many king-level magical artifacts. Roughly counting them, there are at least twenty or thirty of them, and they are all the most precious treasures among treasures. He has almost collected all the weapons in the world.

Coupled with his unparalleled strength at the peak of his power, it's no wonder he was able to sweep away all the powerful figures.

"It was actually him who forged the weapon."

At this moment, the Immortal Venerable spoke, looking at Qingming Venerable with a somewhat surprised expression.

Only now did he recognize the man as the Daoist known as the Weapon Refiner, a grandmaster in the field of weapon refining with a mysterious background, possibly from the era of the Fallen Emperor.

I thought he had long since perished, buried by time, but I never expected him to still be alive.

"Qingming Daoist, it really was him who forged the weapon!"

Only now did Xia Sheng realize the identity of the person who had come, filled with emotion.

This was the young Taoist disciple he had taken in during the era of the Fall of the Emperors. In the era of the Dharma Decline, with his help, he lived a second life, but ultimately could not become an immortal.

So, he buried it with the source liquid in a sacred place.

Unexpectedly, he became king and caused such a commotion on the border sea.

Thinking of this, Xia Sheng appeared, stepping out from the shadows. His body erupted with dazzling light, piercing the endless darkness and causing the entire battlefield to tremble violently. "Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business!"

The Eight-Headed Immortal King roared, its expression fierce and its body shrouded in thick dark mist. Compared to the former Nine-Headed King, it possessed more demonic nature but had lost much of its spiritual light, resembling a mad demon.

"Take your people!"

Xia Sheng said, not giving them a chance to react. With a wave of his hand, a life force surpassing that of an Immortal King erupted. It was too terrifying, and one after another, dark creatures exploded.

Even the eight-headed Immortal King was sent flying by the bombardment of the golden palm, covered in blood, with one of his heads severed off and nearly exploding.

In an instant, both the Peacock Ancestor and the Supreme Holy Spirit felt their scalps tingle.

The supreme giants of equal strength fell like wheat, and even the peak supreme giants, who were stronger than them, were no match for them and were sent flying.

It must be said that the Emperor's power to kill is terrifying.

As expected of a peerless and powerful figure who gave birth to an imperial glory!
"Surpassing the pinnacle of Immortal King!"

At this moment, the Immortal Venerable's gaze also changed. After failing to become an Emperor, this was still the Emperor's first battle. When he sparred with the two of them 50,000 years ago, his strength had increased dramatically.

In fact, he could also suppress the Eight-Headed King, but he knew it would be far from easy.

"Thank you for helping me out. May I ask your name, Your Majesty?"

With Xia Sheng's help, Qingming Daoist broke free from the encirclement and was about to express his gratitude when he looked up and saw Xia Sheng's face, and was instantly struck dumb.

"Master, it's you!"

The old Taoist priest never expected that the figure he had searched for through countless eras would appear before him like this; it was too dreamlike.

"Ah Si, it's me."

Xia Sheng spoke, his gaze gentle. "Si Lin," was the name he had given to this young Taoist disciple back then.

Then, he struck again, his palm descending to suppress space and time. The life force emanating from him overwhelmed everything, and one after another, supreme giants turned into blood mist.

puff!
In the distance, the eight-headed king that was trying to escape also exploded. It was struck by a sword light condensed from blood energy, and its heads exploded one after another. Under Xia Sheng's killing spree, it was as fragile as paper.

"Perhaps, they are no less than butchers or chicken farmers."

Behind him, the immortal venerable one who witnessed this scene muttered to himself.

The Emperor's strength far surpassed that of a peak Immortal King. It's a pity he never fought against the Butcher or the Burial Queen, otherwise he shouldn't have been much weaker than them.

Boom!

Just as the Eight-Headed Immortal King was about to perish, an ancient temple suddenly descended from the darkness, attempting to guide him, but was forcefully lifted up by Xia Sheng's single hand.

"Go away!"

He roared, and billions of blood energies surged into the sky, actually suppressing the ancient temple of reception.

Behind them, all the kings were stunned. That was the Ancient Hall of Guidance! One of the most terrifying taboos throughout history had been suppressed like this? It was too unbelievable!
puff!
Then, Xia Sheng opened his mouth and spat out a sword aura that instantly killed the Eight-Headed King.

"Let's go back and talk about it slowly."

He turned around and looked at the Daoist Qingming, knowing that he had many things to say to him.

"Alright, I'll do whatever Master says!"

Qingming Daoist nodded, feeling reassured. As expected of his master, his strength was unfathomable. He was probably no weaker than the rumored butcher or chicken farmer.

hum!
On the way back, Xia Sheng held the Azure Guiding Ancient Hall, opening the teleportation path time and time again, making spatial jumps, and continuously leaping backward.

The Boundary Sea was simply too vast. Along the way, some ancient temples that served as gateways were destroyed, and the corresponding teleportation nodes were also destroyed, which caused considerable trouble for everyone.

"Shooting down an ancient palace—there has never been a shortage of such formidable figures throughout history."

Even Qingming Daoist couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

In the blink of an eye, 50,000 years have passed. Two hundred thousand years have passed since Xia Sheng left Jiutian, and they are now very close to the rear.

On this day, they stopped on an unfamiliar island.

However, as soon as they arrived in this area, a Dark Immortal King appeared, and countless willow branches enveloped them, like endless chains of divine order, covering the sky and the sun.

"This is... the ancestral spirit?"

(End of this chapter)