Chapter 869

In the Divine City, no one expected that a Battle Saint Monkey would be excavated from this Immortal Grave—and as soon as it appeared, it took the peerless divine maiden with it and fled immediately.

This loss is truly immense.

"Where are you going!"

"Stay!"

Whether the Great Xia Emperor's uncle or the great experts of the Ji family, all surged into the sky, racing toward the direction the Battle Saint Monkey had fled—they could not accept that the Battle Saint Monkey escaped, taking the ancient royal maiden with it.

Both the ancient royal maiden and the Battle Saint Monkey were immense treasures; especially the Battle Saint Monkey—if tamed, it would bring tremendous benefits to strengthening one's own faction's foundation, and could not be allowed to slip away so easily.

The Crimson Dragon Daoist was about to move, but Fang Yu spoke: "Why chase the Battle Saint Monkey? Even if you catch it, who dares to subdue a Battle Divine Monkey? That would be seeking death."

"That's true."

The Crimson Dragon Daoist immediately halted, his gaze fixed on Fang Yu, seemingly curious why Fang Yu knew so much.

"Let them chase—it won't lead to anything. This matter here is settled; let's find a place to drink tea."

Fang Yu spoke to the Crimson Dragon Daoist.

"Tea? Very well. I've heard your name from the Azure Dragon King."

The Crimson Dragon Daoist did not refuse.

"Dong…"

At that moment, the distant tolling of a bell echoed through the Divine City, shaking everyone, and the entire city stirred.

The Wushou Bell of Zishan rang again, arriving with those who had crossed the void.

"The Wushou Bell rings again—this is the third time, isn't it!"

"I wonder if it succeeded or failed."

"What's the result?"

Everyone in the Holy City was curious; the legacy of the Wushou Emperor stirred every heart—even just moments ago, when the ancient creature was excavated, the moment the Wushou Bell rang, all focus shifted instantly to the Wushou Emperor.

"Has Zishan opened?"

"Will the secrets of the ancient emperors emerge?"

"The Wushou Emperor's legacy—the Emperor's legacy—will it be claimed by the holy sects?"

Everyone was curious, but the disciples of the holy sects were especially tense, for only in dire emergencies would the holy lords use the Divine City's unique stone token to flee back to the city—if Zishan had truly opened, they wouldn't be in such a hurry.

"Zishan isn't that easy to open—it's impossible."

As Fang Yu chatted with the Crimson Dragon Daoist, the younger generation and the ancient elders of the holy sects dared not approach.

The Crimson Dragon Daoist was far too renowned; in past eras, he had been a terrifying demon, and even the holy lords of the sects might not gain any advantage before him.

"It seems you've been to Zishan?"

The Crimson Dragon Daoist asked curiously.

"Indeed, I've been there several times. I've seen the scenery within—it holds great terrors; each time I came and went in haste, never lingering."

Fang Yu said: "With the Wushou Bell, an Emperor's weapon, even if all the holy sects deployed four or five Emperor's weapons, it would be useless."

As the two spoke, they walked through the Divine City.

Everywhere were excited people, coming and going, rumors flowing endlessly.

But soon, true news arrived: the Hundred Schools of Zhongzhou and the Eastern Wilderness holy sects joined forces, deploying five Supreme Emperor's weapons to shatter Zishan at once.

Jiang family's Everlasting Furnace, Ji family's Void Mirror, Yaoguang's Dragon-Engraved Cauldron, plus two from Zhongzhou—this shook the entire world.

Five Supreme Emperor's weapons emerging, their might unimaginable; a single strike could pierce heaven and earth, evaporate the Wang Yang, and nothing could resist.

Yet Zishan still stood there, unbroken.

The Wushou Bell vibrated, radiating Supreme Emperor's might; had the crowd not hidden behind the Supreme weapons, all would have turned to ash.

As one holy lord put it, he almost suspected an Emperor was personally controlling the Wushou Bell—how else could it overpower five Supreme weapons?

"As my friend predicted."

In a palace, Fang Yu and the Crimson Dragon Daoist sat facing each other; outside, the chaotic news poured in.

"The key to Supreme weapons is awakening—if unawakened, five are worse than one."

Fang Yu smiled, gestured with a finger, and dozens of Pure Yang Pills flew from the Chaos Tower, landing before the Crimson Dragon Daoist.