Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie passed through the tower gate and entered a dimly lit hall.

The hall was filled with the sound of dragon roars, shaking the entire structure continuously.

Dragon vein energy swept through like a hurricane, crashing against him with the force of a massive mountain.

Roar!

Hundreds of transformed dragon veins rushed forward, their metallic claws constantly striking his Qiankun Battle Armor, creating a clanging sound.

The hall was filled with an overwhelming number of dragon veins, saturating the entire space.

One great dragon after another darted through the air, continuously attacking.

Despite the protection of the Qiankun Battle Armor, his movements were severely restricted.

He ignored the transformed dragon veins and activated his Primordial True Eyes, gazing towards the hazy depths of the hall.

There, more dragon veins raged, great dragons darting about and continuously impacting something.

Concentrating his gaze, his golden eyes pierced through the dragon energy, revealing a young man clad in Heavenly Dao Battle Armor, wielding a Heavenly Dao Battle Sword.

In front of the young man was an abyss, cutting across the hall's floor, spanned by two stone bridges that connected the hall's entrance to its deepest reaches.

Beyond the abyss lay the hall's end, where a stone platform stood against the wall, supporting a bronze coffin bound by thick black iron chains, etched with dense runes.

The surface of the bronze coffin was similarly covered in countless runes, resembling tiny tadpoles.

These countless runes formed a mysterious array, resembling a vast starry sky.

It was as if these tadpole-like runes were the stars in the cosmos.

At the center of the bronze coffin's lid, a dusty, ancient box rested.

Despite the surging dragon energy and the energy sweeping through the hall, the box's dust remained undisturbed.

The dust seemed to cling to the surface, unmoving.

Above the box hovered a metallic page, inscribed with dense, tiny characters, radiating a hazy light that made its contents impossible to decipher.

Even with his Primordial True Eyes pushed to their limit, Jun Wuxie could not make out the inscription.

"Welcome, second descendant, to my place of slumber."

A deep, ancient voice echoed from the abyss below.

Jun Wuxie was startled, his gaze shifting from the bronze coffin to the abyss.

Simultaneously, the white-robed youth, enduring the dragon vein attacks, abruptly turned around, his eyes flashing with intense light as he fixed his gaze on Jun Wuxie.

Sensing the white-robed youth's gaze, Jun Wuxie returned the look.

Their eyes met in the air, sparking an invisible collision.

"My legacy is all contained within this tower. Whichever descendant can deliver the bronze coffin from each level to the seventh floor will receive my entire inheritance and the treasures I have left behind. Strive, and let us hope these countless ages have not been in vain."

The deep, ancient voice reverberated through the hall before gradually fading away.

At that moment, the white-robed youth retracted his gaze, turned, and charged towards the stone bridge on the left.

The sky filled with transformed dragon veins launched a fierce assault, but the Heavenly Dao Battle Armor on his body shimmered with mystical light, emanating the aura of the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to stand firm amidst the violent attacks.

The Heavenly Dao Battle Sword in his hand unleashed brilliant sword energy, blasting away the transformed dragon veins directly ahead and making his advance unstoppable.

Seeing this, Jun Wuxie quickened his pace.

Having entered later, he was already at a disadvantage in terms of distance.

The youth was already close to the stone bridge, while he was still tens of miles away.

Tens of miles could be covered in an instant under normal circumstances, but here, under the onslaught of countless transformed dragon veins, his speed was reduced many times over.

During this process, Jun Wuxie noticed something within his body constantly trembling.

It was the item that had emitted a dragon roar before the tower.

He had not had time to examine it earlier, but now he had the opportunity. While enduring the dragon vein attacks and rushing towards the stone bridge on the right side of the abyss, he investigated.

He discovered that the constantly trembling object was the Azure-Gold Dragon Roar Battle Spear he had obtained in the Nanshan Mystic Realm!

At this moment, the Dragon Roar Battle Spear was not only trembling incessantly, but the dragon-shaped carvings on its shaft were also glowing with brilliant light. An azure dragon coiled around the spear shaft, seemingly ready to break free!

"Dragon Roar, what's wrong?"

Jun Wuxie immediately submerged his mind into the Dragon Roar, establishing a soul connection.

He had obtained this spear from the Dragon Roar Hall in the Nanshan Mystic Realm.

On the surface, it appeared to be a Spirit-Grade Nine-Star weapon, but over the years, he had realized its extraordinary nature.

The Dragon Roar's true grade was definitely not Spirit-Grade; something had caused it to become what it was now.

The moment his mind connected with the Dragon Roar, Jun Wuxie's mind trembled.

He felt the Dragon Roar's longing, a powerful desire. He could even sense a sense of joy, but within that joy was a hint of sorrow.

"How could this be?"

He vaguely sensed that the Dragon Roar's reaction seemed to indicate a deep connection with this tower, or rather, with the tower's master!

The Dragon Roar had been found in a palace in the Nanshan Mystic Realm. Shouldn't it belong to the palace's master? How could it be connected to this place?

As he drew closer to the stone bridge over the abyss, the Dragon Roar's reaction grew even stronger.

He felt the Dragon Roar's intense desire to break free, as if a mysterious power within its shaft was awakening.

"Forget it, let it out!"

Seeing the white-robed youth stepping onto the stone bridge, Jun Wuxie knew there was no time to hesitate. Opportunity was at hand, and he couldn't let the white-robed youth get there first.

He directly summoned the Dragon Roar.

Roar!

The moment the Dragon Roar appeared, it blasted away his fingers, transforming into an azure dragon that emitted an earth-shattering roar. It darted around him, its mouth wide open, swallowing all the dragon veins in its path.

This instantly cleared all transformed dragon veins from Jun Wuxie's vicinity.

Without the dragon veins blocking his way, he reached the stone bridge in a single step.

The Dragon Roar followed, and mysterious runes, never before seen on its azure-gold shaft, surfaced.

He could feel the Dragon Roar transforming, its grade increasing, and the weapon's pressure growing stronger.

"Roar!"

Jun Wuxie reached out to grasp the Dragon Roar, but it suddenly roared and charged towards the opposite side of the abyss, arriving before the bronze coffin. Its body transformed into an azure dragon, coiling around the coffin.

Its voice became low and somber, carrying a hint of sorrow. The dragon's head gently nuzzled the bronze coffin, and tears welled up in its eyes.

Jun Wuxie was stunned. A battle spear transformed into an azure dragon was shedding tears.

The scene seemed absurd, strange, and unreal.

But he was deeply shocked.

It seemed he had underestimated the Dragon Roar's grade. This was a weapon with a powerful weapon spirit!

Only weapons of extremely high grade could develop a weapon spirit!

"The Dragon Roar has a deep connection to the person buried in this bronze coffin. Perhaps the person buried inside is its true master! But how could it have been stored in a palace in the Nanshan Mystic Realm?"

Jun Wuxie's mind was filled with doubts. There were too many mysteries here.

At this time, the white-robed youth reached the end of the stone bridge, stepped onto the stone platform on the other side of the abyss, and rushed to the bronze coffin. He placed his hand on the bottom of the coffin, ready to lift it.

Jun Wuxie's pupils contracted, and he accelerated his pace, rushing forward as well.

But at that moment, the white-robed youth's body shook violently. His face turned pale, and he staggered back as if facing a monstrous beast.

His eyes revealed a look of horror. Seeing Jun Wuxie rushing towards the bronze coffin, he did not try to stop him, but instead wore a look of anticipation.

Jun Wuxie ignored the white-robed youth, reached out, and the azure dragon detached from the bronze coffin, transforming back into the Dragon Roar Battle Spear in his right hand. His left hand then touched the cold bronze coffin.

His body also shook violently. He felt an extremely strange and evil will surge through his palm into his mind, violently impacting his consciousness and soul, corroding his will.

He hurriedly guarded his mind, gathering his powerful soul force to forcibly expel the will from his consciousness. He took the opportunity to remove his hand from the bronze coffin and staggered back two steps.

The will of the Darkest Curse!

He did not expect to find the Darkest Curse here as well, but strangely, there was only the evil spiritual power of that will, without any cursed matter invading his body.

"To think you weren't destroyed. You're quite lucky."

The white-robed youth spoke coldly. After speaking, he stared at the bronze coffin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Then, he looked at Jun Wuxie and said, "I don't care who you are or which Supreme Ruler you come from. Leave this tower immediately, and I'll spare your life; otherwise, I don't mind killing you."

"Not much skill, but a big mouth."

Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly, a slight smile on his lips.

This person was strong, but so what? Even with a great realm barrier between them, he believed that he had the power to defy the odds!

The white-robed youth laughed, a cold laugh, and said, "No one has ever dared to utter such arrogance before Cang Tian. You are the first."

"What Cang?"

Jun Wuxie was stunned for a moment.

The white-robed youth's vertical eye opened, his three eyes staring at Jun Wuxie, and he slowly said, "You are strong, I can feel it. Among all my contemporaries, you are the strongest I have encountered, worthy of dying by my hand. Remember my name, Heavenly Dao Earth, Great Young Master, Cang Tian!"

"So it's Heavenly Dao Earth."

Jun Wuxie was slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "Heavenly Dao Earth's Great Young Master, Cang Tian, hmm, not bad, a very flamboyant name."

The white-robed youth ignored his teasing. Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from his body. The Heavenly Dao Battle Armor shone brilliantly, and the Cang Tian battle energy surged like a tide, sweeping in all directions.

"Let me see your skills. Don't disappoint me, or killing you will be very boring!"

Cang Tian took a step forward and threw a punch, and from the surging Cang Tian battle qi, a blazing silver blood energy suddenly erupted, vigorous like a dragon.

"Cang Tian Battle Body? So this kind of bloodline is also a Child of Destiny!"

Jun Wuxie sensed the innate fighting intent in the true qi and immediately recognized the opponent's bloodline.

He met it with a golden fist印, and the two exchanged a blow head-on.

Energy exploded, and both retreated two steps.

"You've got some skill."

Jun Wuxie said lightly, and at the same time, he threw a punch.

Rumble!

The entire space here was filled with their figures, the two colliding frantically, exchanging thousands of head-on blows in an instant, all close-quarters combat.

True qi, silver blood energy, and golden blood energy spread like tides, tearing the void into nothingness, turning it into a huge black hole, and they were fiercely fighting inside this black hole.

Both of them possessed perfect close-quarters combat skills.

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised. The physical body of this Cang Tian Battle Body was so strong. Although it was far inferior to his, his main cultivation was true qi. With the blessing of true qi, he did not fall into a disadvantage in close combat in a short time.

Moreover, this Cang Tian's skills were very perfect.

He had gained his current close-quarters combat experience through many cruel battles. Every joint and every part of his body was a deadly weapon in close combat. The angle of each attack was like a deer hanging its horns, leaving no trace, but it was all blocked by this Cang Tian.

Jun Wuxie was a little eager to test his skills and did not use the Primal Beginning Dissection, fighting him like this.

Only by encountering such an expert could he accumulate more perfect combat skills in battle.

This was completely a human-shaped whetstone delivered to his door. How could he miss such a rare opportunity?

At this time, Cang Tian's heart was quite shocked.

He naturally knew what level his own close-quarters combat skills were. It could be said that he had already reached the point of perfection, but the opponent in front of him was not weaker than him at all. Moreover, several times, the perfect angle of attack almost caused him to be hit because he failed to block it.

When did such an opponent appear in the starry sky?

He did not know what the opponent was thinking at the moment. If he knew that the opponent regarded him as a human-shaped whetstone, a sparring partner delivered to his door, he did not know how he would feel, and whether he would spit out a mouthful of blood.