Chapter 153: World-Suppressing Divine Weapon, Sun-Shooting Divine Bow!

"Old Qin, we're almost there..."

Outside Yunzhou City, on the official road.

He Mingjing shouted at Qin Shuo, who was buried in the wilderness practicing the Divine Step Technique.

Since Liaokong Dashi transmitted the Divine Step Technique, this youth, who is a few years younger than him, has been acting as if possessed.

Aside from eating and sleeping, he spends almost all his time practicing this Buddhist divine art.

Even Pang Tong, walking at the front of the group, couldn't help but shake his head, sighing:

"Another martial arts fanatic!"

Qin Shuo's neglect of sleep and food, his obsession with cultivation, I have only seen such intensity in one person.

Thinking of that Division Master Fu, Pang Tong's thoughts wandered involuntarily.

I don't know who the other party is hunting down now, but he's not even in Yunzhou City.

Otherwise, given the commotion in Fengyang City that day, that fearless master would probably have already drawn his blade and come slaughtering.

Huff~

In the wilderness.

Hearing He Mingjing's call, Qin Shuo exhaled a turbid breath heavily, slowly gathering his energy.

Relying on the accomplished Vajra Buddha Nature, he only took a short two days to cultivate the Divine Step Technique to the minor completion stage.

Such progress made even the Barefoot Monk, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, gasp in astonishment.

However, just thinking that the other party has mastered the Longxiang Divine Ability, learning the Divine Step Technique in two days is not surprising.

Swish!

No earth splitting, no air exploding with roar.

Over a distance of several tens of meters, Qin Shuo arrived in an instant.

This movement and speed are not inferior to Xue Chengkong's original Wind-Riding Dragon Step.

"Already here?"

Qin Shuo returned to his horse, gazing into the distance, and saw a mighty city, like a beast crouching on the plain.

Exuding a vast and magnificent ancient aura.

To the southeast of the city, a towering mountain range stretches across, with a great river flowing from its base, dividing one mountain and one city into two ends.

At this moment, it is exactly noon, cloudless for ten thousand li, the azure sky as if washed clean.

Qin Shuo merely glanced unintentionally, his eyes sweeping over the lush mountain range, when he suddenly felt the spirit-jade within the Taotie Cauldron grow scorching hot, like red-hot charcoal, violently trembling inside the cauldron.

"What is that?"

Qin Shuo stared blankly.

Only to see within those mountains, a streak of red light like a pillar, connecting heaven and earth, shooting straight into the clouds.

Within that red light, a long bow entirely crimson red hovered, its radiance so fierce it surpassed even the sun in the sky.

Yet what made Qin Shuo feel even more dazzling was the sudden surge of words appearing in his vision:

【Ingredients: Sun-Shooting Divine Bow】

【Grade: World-Suppressing Divine Weapon】

【Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, a divine weapon bestowed upon ancient deities, once held by the great god Hou Yi to exterminate myriad ghosts, annihilate the six calamities, and shoot down the nine suns!】

【Refining Conditions:?】

【Refining Effects:?】

Holy shit?

Holy shit!

Holy shit?!

Qin Shuo felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, his whole body petrified and frozen.

Sun-Shooting Divine Bow!

World-Suppressing Divine Weapon?

Qin Shuo only felt his heart skip a beat, his blood surged upward, and his whole body stiffened.

Only after that red light pillar flashed and disappeared did he regain his senses.

"World-Suppressing Divine Weapon, Sun-Shooting Divine Bow?"

Qin Shuo sat dazed on his horse, letting the horse walk forward on its own.

For a moment, he heard nothing, only able to hear his own heart pounding violently.

World-Suppressing Divine Weapon!

Even the demon saint Bai Ze, who has been searching everywhere for the World-Suppressing Divine Weapon, it is actually in the mountains outside Yunzhou City.

"Old Qin, I'm talking to you, what are you spacing out for?"

He Mingjing came up close, following his gaze, but saw nothing.

Qin Shuo snapped back to reality, hastily taking a deep breath.

Just now he was too excited, even forgetting to breathe.

Now regaining consciousness, he only felt his head dizzy, slightly lacking oxygen.

If not for the many people following beside him, he would rather rush now to the other side of the great river, to those towering mountains, to seek that so-called World-Suppressing Divine Weapon.

Sun-Shooting Divine Bow!

That is none other than the divine weapon bestowed upon the ancient great god Hou Yi!

"What place is that?"

Qin Shuo fixed his gaze on the mountain range at the other end of the city, striving to calm his emotions, making himself appear less abnormal.

"Wind Thunder Valley!" He Mingjing said as a matter of course.

"That entire mountain range is the sect gate of Wind Thunder Valley. If you're interested, I'll take you there another day."

"Why go? You're practically walking right into it!" Pang Tong rolled his eyes from the side.

"I forgot, he and Wind Thunder Valley have a grudge..."

He Mingjing scratched his head guiltily, curious: "Did you see something in that mountain?"

"No..."

Qin Shuo shook his head, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his heart.

World-Suppressing Divine Weapon!

Even the Demon Saint Bai Ze would covet the World-Suppressing Divine Weapon!

I never expected it to actually be inside the sect gate of Wind Thunder Valley.

But such an important divine weapon—why would Wind Thunder Valley reveal it like this? Aren't they afraid of drawing the attention of a Martial Saint?

After all, Demon Saint Bai Ze is currently searching for the World-Suppressing Divine Weapon.

If he learns the World-Suppressing Divine Weapon is in Wind Thunder Valley, he might personally descend here to take that divine bow.

No!

Not everyone can see this divine bow.

At least, that crimson light pillar just now—aside from me, no one on this official road noticed it.

If Pang Tong and the others missed it because the red light vanished too quickly, that would be understandable.

But Chijiao Heshang is a Martial Arts Grandmaster—he could sense it even as I did; it's impossible for him to have felt nothing.

This shows that the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow is not visible to everyone.

And back in Xiaoyue Yaowang's memories, Demon Saint Bai Ze once said that divine weapons possess spirit and are visible only to the extraordinary.

In other words, the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow is likely still ownerless and has not been obtained by Wind Thunder Valley.

This would explain why the divine bow appeared above that mountain range.

Because it wasn't Wind Thunder Valley doing it intentionally—it was the divine bow acting on its own.

The companion bow of the ancient divine archer Hou Yi!

If I could get my hands on it...

Qin Shuo's heart burned with fervor.

It seems I must go to Wind Thunder Valley, no matter what.

Chasing a horse to death at the sight of mountains!

By noon we had already seen the outline of Yunzhou City, but it wasn't until evening that the Demon Suppression Division arrived at the foot of the city walls.

This is a giant city, ten times, even a hundred times more prosperous than Songyang Prefecture.

Beneath those towering, ancient city walls lies a moat hundreds of meters wide.

Giant timber bridges span the river, with carriages and horses flowing like dragons, pedestrians bustling—those entering, those leaving, all present.

"This is Yunzhou City!"

Even though Qin Shuo had witnessed the prosperity of a first-tier metropolis in his past life, he couldn't help but feel shaken at this moment.

"How is it? Shocking, right?"

He Mingjing teased from the side: "Back when I first came to Yunzhou City, my mouth wouldn't shut—I was so stunned I couldn't speak."

"Indeed shocking!" Qin Shuo nodded.

Gazing at that city, majestic as a divine mountain, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The height and thickness of those city walls simply exceeded his imagination—truly like a great mountain.

He roughly estimated the depth of the gate archway to be two or three hundred meters.

With such massive walls, even a Grandmaster would struggle to break through easily.

And the width of those four arched city gates is astonishing—wide enough for more than a dozen carriages to pass side by side. In short: immense!

"Amitabha!"

"Qin Shuo, we part here!"

Liaokong Dashi dismounted, smiling at Qin Shuo: "When your affairs in the city are settled, come find this old monk at Dalong Temple."

"Please wait, Master!"

Seeing the old monk about to depart carefree, Qin Shuo quickly called out to stop him.

He likewise dismounted, bowed respectfully to the old monk, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Master, for seeing me off all the way."

"Qin Shuo, you flatter me—it was just on the way!"

The old monk smiled warmly, reaching out to support Qin Shuo.

Qin Shuo naturally clasped his hands around the monk's, placed a hard object into his palm, and said with a smile: "Master's kindness, Qin Shuo engraves it in his five viscera; when leisure comes, I will surely visit Dalong Temple."

Chijiao Heshang's perception is extraordinarily keen—the moment that object entered his hand, he already knew what it was.

Immediately, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but it quickly faded.

Only his smile grew a little richer; he shook his head slightly and said: "Qin Shuo, you really needn't go to such trouble!"

"It is only proper!"

Qin Shuo paid no heed, naturally withdrawing his hand and leaving the Longxiang Relic in the old monk's hand.

This object is of no further use to him.

Although, according to the prior agreement, he was to wait until Qin Shuo went to Dalong Temple, then exchange the Buddha Bone in his hand for the opportunity to contemplate the remaining Buddha Bone Relics.

But now, Qin Shuo feels it unnecessary.

The barefoot monk first protected him under the siege of three demon kings, then escorted him all the way to Yunzhou City, and even taught him the divine foot technique.

Such kindness was already enough to make him trust this newly acquainted old monk.

"Then this old monk will first return to Dalong Temple to await Master Qin's arrival."

The old monk was not pretentious either; with a flip of his palm, he had already placed the Buddha Bone relic into his sleeve.

The entire process flowed naturally.

Even Pang Tong, who was closest, did not notice that the Buddha Bone relic had already been transferred from Qin Shuo's hand to the barefoot monk's hand.