Chapter 735 - 517: Heavy Artifact Annihilation
After flying for half an hour, Wei Fan emerged from the Void World.
This was a mountain area dense with forests, the Essence Qi was fairly abundant.
"The scenery here is decent, let’s settle here!"
He descended from the sky, set up an array with a casual wave, and first took out Wang Jin Yi’s Storage Gourd.
Before his death, Wang Jin Yi had desperately tried to retrieve the Heavy Artifact inside, clearly confident that its contents could kill him, but ultimately had no opportunity to do so.
A few breaths later, a palm-sized Jade Sword appeared in Wei Fan’s hand, its shape and style resembling the Secret Artifact previously used by the Wang Family’s Martial King at the mine to try and kill him.
The Jade Sword was carved with intricate Dao Runes, exuding a palpably eerie aura that distorted the surrounding space, as if it could not withstand the Jade Sword’s presence.
Wei Fan could sense a crisis; this item could definitely annihilate any Dharma Martial Saint, even Great Saint powerhouses might not be spared.
Calling it a Heavy Artifact is not an exaggeration, except for those who have perfected their cultivation to the extreme in the Great Saint Realm, there aren’t many Great Saints who could withstand it.
Of course, without activation, Wei Fan couldn’t ascertain its full power.
Moreover, the strength of such an item would likely depend on several factors.
He solemnly put the item away; to him, it was also a Killing Weapon, which even if not used, could be auctioned for at least tens of millions of Spirit Crystals.
[Scripture of the Three Emperors (Dharma Realm)]
[Nine-Nine True Skill (58th depiction)]
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[Ordinary Power: 4.89 million years]
[Martial Saint’s Power: 10,000 years]
Wei Fan summoned the panel. He hid not because he feared being found by the strong members of the Wang Family, but because he intended to first use the newly acquired Martial Saint’s Power.
The 10,000 years of Martial Saint’s Power could elevate his Dao over three hundred more feet high, although still not enough to break through to the late-stage Dharma Phase, it would nonetheless raise his Dao to a height of 2,900 feet.
Soon the panel flickered, Wei Fan calmed his mind and began to comprehend the Dao Fragments.
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At the same time, the Transmission Domain Gate in Yanggu City suddenly emitted a blinding light, as a Light Sect gradually formed in the void.
This astonished the nearby people because the Transmission Domain Gate had just been activated once, and logically speaking, no one should be transmitting through it again now.
But a few breaths later, four figures with profound auras stepped out from the Light Sect, descending onto the Teleportation Platform.
The four of them wore grim expressions, carrying murderous intent, which, although not specifically directed at anyone, caused discomfort among the people of Yanggu City.
"Saint Realm powerhouses!"
Someone couldn’t help but shout in a low voice, feeling as if a giant stone was pressing down on their heart, making it hard to breathe, their Primordial Spirit almost crushed by the terrifying pressure.
The sight of four Saint Realm powerhouses traveling together through a Transmission Domain Gate into Yanggu City was a grandeur unseen for many years.
"Go!"
Wang Chuanfeng paid no mind to the people of Yanggu City, leading three Martial Saints from the Wang Family, tearing through the air towards the direction of the Wang Family’s mine.
"So it’s the strong ones from the Wang Family, no wonder they can forcibly activate the Transmission Domain Gate from the other side."
Someone showed an enlightened expression.
Normally, Transmission Domain Gates in small places like Yanggu City open at fixed times only. But only colossal families from the Xining Continent like the Wang Family have the privilege to activate them at will.
"It must be because of the events that swept through the Wang Family’s mine earlier. I wonder where that Overseas Dragon came from daring to kill so many experts of the Wang Family. They’ve sent out four Martial Saints for revenge."
"The person has already left, so what if four Martial Saints have come? If they can’t find him, it’s useless."
"The Martial Emperor Clan might have some secret technique to track him."
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The Wang Family’s mine was in shambles, the miners had long since fled, leaving only the corpses of the Wang Family’s scions strewn across the desolate site.
"Damn bastard!"
Wang Chuanqi and Wang Chuanfeng descended from the heavens, and upon seeing this scene, their killing intent surged.
They were Saint Realm powerhouses who had lived for over two thousand years and had never seen so many of the Wang Family’s young scions killed before.
Most of the Wang Family successors were headless corpses, one by one lying on the ground, showing they were slaughtered in succession at that time.
"We must find this villain; even if he truly is the heir of the Martial Emperor’s Influence, the Wang Family must kill him. The heir of the Martial Emperor’s Influence cannot insult the Wang Family like this. Everyone must pay the price."
Wang Chuanqi’s teeth were grinding, amidst the countless corpses, he saw the remains of his great-grandson Wang Hui’s half-head, eyes unclosed in death.
"Let me try!"
Wang Chuanfeng stepped forward, arriving beside the corpse of a Wang family disciple. His five fingers emitted a radiant light as he operated a secret technique to gather the aura of the killer.
A few breaths later, a nearly imperceptible aura drifted out from the corpse.
At the same time, Wang Chuanqi and two other Dharma Martial Saints of the Wang family were also gathering the aura, but they quickly realized that each had collected a different aura.
All four of them looked displeased. This situation indicated either multiple attackers or that the attacker had cultivated a technique to hide their aura, thus preventing their true aura from being revealed, which resulted in the differing auras they collected.
"That bastard is so cautious!"
From start to finish, only one person acted, as they had learned from contact with some fleeing miners who witnessed the event.
"Looks like we’ll have to try using this!"
With a flick of his wrist, Wang Chuanqi produced a silver bell covered in intricate Dao symbols.
A hint of joy appeared in Wang Chuanfeng’s eyes, "A Demon-Seeking Bell?"
Wang Chuanqi shook his head, "This is not a Demon-Seeking Bell, but a more powerful Soul-Chasing Bell.
I obtained it unexpectedly from the tomb of an Artifact Refining Grandmaster three hundred years ago. Its tracking ability is unrivaled in the world. As long as we acquire a strand of the target’s aura, even if it’s altered by a cultivation technique, the Soul-Chasing Bell can trace back to the source and find the target.
Unless the opponent is a Martial Emperor, not even with a secret artifact made of Taiyin Divine Jade can they escape, as the Soul-Chasing Bell will still uncover their whereabouts."
As he spoke, Wang Chuanqi imbued the aura he collected into the Soul-Chasing Bell.
"If you had something like this, why didn’t you mention it sooner? Once we find his trail, we can mobilize all the family’s Great Saints together, and he won’t have a chance, no matter how formidable."
As he spoke, he and the other two Martial Saints also infused the auras they gathered into the Soul-Chasing Bell, which indeed began to unify the disparate auras into a uniform one under its effect.
"It’s not as simple as you think. This Soul-Chasing Bell was crafted a long time ago and has been heavily worn down by time. If the opponent is already far from here, the bell might break before it leads us to them."
He wasn’t confident that the Soul-Chasing Bell could guide them to Wei Ran’s trail; if he summoned all the family’s powerhouses and their lair was stolen, he’d be the family’s scapegoat.
"Let’s move!"
Suddenly, the Soul-Chasing Bell in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and Wang Chuanqi shot skyward.
Wang Chuanfeng and the other two swiftly followed suit, flying into the sky.
Time was short; they needed to find Wei Ran before the Soul-Chasing Bell was destroyed.
Following the Soul-Chasing Bell’s guidance, Wang Chuanqi transformed into a streak of lightning crossing the firmament, disappearing instantly into the distance.
Wang Chuanfeng did the same, caring little if the other two Dharma Martial Saints could keep up. In a few breaths, the two Great Saints had already distanced themselves from them significantly.
"He’s just ahead!"
Half an hour later, Wang Chuanqi felt the Soul-Chasing Bell in his hand pulsate violently, knowing they had found the target.
However, there was no sign of anyone ahead in the mountains, evidently obscured by an array.
"Attack! The might of the heavy artifacts is enough to obliterate every creature within several kilometers!"
Wang Chuanqi coldly declared. Although they were two Great Saints, and theoretically crushing a Dharma Martial Saint should be as easy as flipping a hand, they intended to adhere to family rules and use the family’s heavy artifacts for instantaneous destruction rather than engaging Wei Ran directly.
With a flick of his wrist, a half-foot tall pagoda appeared in Wang Chuanqi’s hand, engraved with intricate Dao symbols, exuding a terrifying aura.
Wang Chuanfeng’s hand held a five-colored small cauldron, semi-transparent, containing half a jug of ink-black liquid sealed with countless Dao runes.
"Prepare to die!"
Without hesitation, the two infused power to activate the heavy artifacts and launched them directly towards where the Soul-Chasing Bell pointed.
The cauldron and pagoda, separated by hundreds of meters, descended simultaneously into the mountain.
"Rumble..."
The next moment, the mountain range seemed like an erupting flood, suddenly morphing into a vast ocean, with surging divine power instantly enveloping the surrounding mountains.
Ten thousand beams of divine light pierced the sky. The force of the heavy artifacts unleashed, the firmament shattered. Even as the mountains crumbled, several peaks were vaporized without a trace.
Terror akin to the roar of ten thousand dragons swept the realm, shattering the Great Dao and chains of order, with even the "frail" paths of the Dao fracturing in an instant, turning into waves of terror, participating in the annihilation of the surrounding world.
Power of destruction surged like a tide, chaos qi roiling.
The area within dozens of kilometers was engulfed by divine power, ceaselessly bombarding the Great Dao to emerge.
"No one except a Martial Emperor could survive this!"
Wang Chuanfeng and Wang Chuanxuan didn’t see Wei Ran’s demise or hear any screams, but they were confident that under the power of two heavy artifacts, none could survive.
Even they, the Great Saint powerhouses wielding the heavy artifacts, were thrown back by the terrifying force, their faces flushed, directly injured by the shock.
Heavy artifacts require copious divine objects to extract various divine substances and spiritual energy, then centuries with a Great Saint’s cultivation to refine one. They are second only to imperial soldiers and Martial Emperor techniques in the Martial Emperor Family.
Such an object, let alone Wei Ran as just a Dharma Martial Saint, even a Great Saint powerhouse couldn’t survive the attack of two heavy artifacts.