Chapter 136

At this moment, Fang Yu's Seven Kill Sword Array greatly increased in power.

He originally had one spiritual-grade flying sword, Zi Huo Sword, and one Hong Yu Sword; the rest of his flying swords were all artifact-grade.

Even top-grade artifacts, however, were far weaker than low-grade spiritual weapons.

But this time, Fang Yu subjugated a sentient sword, comparable to a treasure-grade flying sword; after placing it into the Seven Kill Sword Array, the entire array's power surged several times over in an instant.

This was the power of the Treasure-Grade Seven Kill Gourd, and the key difference from Shrouding Heaven Realm magic treasures.

Originally, even with maximum exertion, this sentient sword could never exceed his own strength—but within the Seven Kill Sword Array, amplified by the great array within the Seven Kill Gourd, its power, speed, and defense all skyrocketed.

The seven flying swords became one; boosting their power instantly allowed the sentient sword to unleash several times its original combat capability.

The array's treasure-grade enhancement was crucial.

Thus, this sentient sword's strength was nearly equal to a treasure-grade weapon, but its functions were vastly fewer.

Arrays and array runes were still somewhat different from divine runes.

Having suddenly acquired a sentient treasure-grade flying sword comparable to a treasure-grade weapon, Fang Yu grew even more eager to seize artifacts; his true body remained far from the Green Emperor's tomb, yet his magic power surged across vast distances into the hall.

This time, the two streams of magic power merged, jointly attacking another seal.

Within this seal lay a small, crimson knife, radiant and dazzling, with divine light swirling—it was clearly a sentient treasure, comparable to a treasure-grade magic treasure.

More blood-winged poison mosquitos exploded again; the terrifying blasts spread outward, and a great demon just about to charge was flung back by the shockwave, its face filled with shock.

"Ignore him! Seize that object!"

The golden girl cried out urgently; several great demons advanced deeper into the Green Emperor's Hall, beginning to attack a crystal miniature coffin.

From within the crystal coffin, periodic thumping heartbeats echoed, causing immense discomfort to all demons and human experts.

The Sect Master of Lingxu Cave Heaven immediately rushed forward—but a terrifying aura surged from the crystal coffin, blasting him backward in an instant.

"Who's going to grab the Emperor's heart? That's suicide!"

Fang Yu watched this scene without approaching the Green Emperor's heart; he unleashed his full strength, finally broke the seal before the small knife, seized it, and immediately withdrew his magic power from the hall back to his physical body.

Fang Yu did not hesitate—he successfully subjugated this sentient small knife.

"Fang Brother's method of seizing treasures is truly enviable!"

"You don't even need to enter the hall to claim artifacts. I wish I could do that too…"

Not far from Fang Yu, Ye Fan and Pang Bo watched with envy.

They saw the Elders and Sect Master of Lingxu Cave Heaven rush into the hall and not emerge, yet Fang Yu, standing outside the hall, kept acquiring one treasure after another.

A green sword.

A red small knife.

A silver-white jade vase.

A vermilion pearl.

A jade-green finger guard.

Five sentient magic treasures in total.

"Seems about enough."

Fang Yu saw his blood-winged poison mosquitos dwindling and felt it was time.

More importantly, he sensed the arrival of people from the Ancient Wasteland Sacred Sect.

In the next instant, distant skies rang with tearing sounds; dozens of divine rainbows streaked toward them.

"Boom—"

Then, as if ten thousand cavalry charged, thunderous roars of wild beasts followed the divine rainbows; mist churned, clouds and auroras blotted out the sky.

Dozens of wild beasts soared through mist and clouds, each bearing a cultivator; though they trod the air, thunderous rumbles echoed as if ten thousand soldiers were charging.

These wild beasts were all terrifying, seemingly rare breeds from the Ancient Wasteland; atop the central beast sat a cultivator clutching a large banner bearing four massive characters: "Yaoguang Sacred Sect."

Thirty-six divine rainbows led, twenty-seven wild beasts followed—creating the impression of ten thousand soldiers surging forth.

"Yaoguang Sacred Sect, what grandeur."

At that moment, a cold voice came from another direction; the sky there rumbled as eighteen ancient war chariots arrived, their killing aura piercing the heavens as they crushed through the air.

"The ancient noble house—Ji Clan—dating back to the Ancient Wasteland!"

Upon seeing the eighteen ancient war chariots, Yaoguang Sacred Sect's members all narrowed their pupils; a wave of killing intent spread.

Both sides halted, each occupying a stretch of sky, facing off from afar.

"Let strength decide!"

In the end, neither side fought before the Emperor's Tomb; both surged toward the ancient hall above the volcanic crater.

Yaoguang Sacred Sect swiftly surrounded the ancient hall, dozens of wild beasts swaying their heads and tails, stomping the air; Ji Clan did not yield, forming a battle array with their eighteen war chariots, sealing the sky.

From both top-tier sects, over a dozen elders stepped forward, walking through empty space; in a flash of light, they plunged directly into the hall.

The Emperor's Tomb trembled even more violently; the battle inside quickly reached fever pitch, as weapons continuously spat divine light.

The arrival of the Ancient Wasteland noble house and Sacred Sects instantly escalated the situation; countless battle cries erupted here.

"Ye Fan, Pang Bo, I'm leaving. You can stay here and wait—perhaps you'll gain some opportunity."

At this moment, Fang Yu decided not to linger—he resolved to leave.

What followed would only grow fiercer, with factions taking turns to appear—but securing any benefit from the Green Emperor's Tomb was no easy feat.

"This…"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo agreed leaving now was wise, yet since they were already far from the Emperor's Tomb, watching from afar seemed harmless.

At that instant, blinding light erupted from the Emperor's mausoleum, an immense, unfathomable force surging like a tidal wave; a crystal coffin no longer than a foot shot out, radiating unimaginable power.

"Thump." "Thump." "Thump."…

It trembled gently, like a heartbeat, brimming with boundless vitality.

"Stop it!"

Anxious shouts of command rang out from within the Demon Emperor's tomb.