Chapter 2042: Refining the Potian Hammer!

Hong Yun was overjoyed; he held the Potian Hammer, felt its power, then slowly passed it into Jin Ling Shengmu's hands.

"The Potian Hammer has recognized its master; Jin Ling Shengmu, I return it to you."

Jin Ling Shengmu was astonished.

Hong Yun opened the Potian Hammer—didn't he want to take it for himself?

Hong Yun seemed to instantly understand Jin Ling Shengmu's meaning; he shook his head and said, "Jin Ling Shengmu, the Potian Hammer is yours—it has always been yours. I dare not claim credit."

Jin Ling Shengmu smiled and nodded, then took the hammer.

He could have given it to Hong Yun, for he had no use for the Potian Hammer himself, and Jin Ling Shengmu believed it would serve better in Hong Yun's hands.

But now was not the time to speak of such things; if he wished, he could have anything.

Hong Yun had witnessed the power of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

This strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi truly lived up to its reputation; no doubt Ancestor Hongjun's power would be even greater.

Yet compared to Luo Fu, Ancestor Hongjun's power seemed weak indeed.

The same circumstances were not limited to this alone; what needed to be done must still be done, and what needed to be said, they were now saying.

If arrangements could be made, it would be best.

Nanji Xianweng also brought out his own centuries-old immortal wine; since today was so joyful, the three of them drank together.

"Hong Yun Daochang, you are truly powerful!"

"It is all thanks to this strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi; without it, I would have already died at the hands of Kunpeng, at the hands of the demon race."

As Hong Yun drank, he grew increasingly somber.

Luo Fu and the Wu clan saved him; it was precisely because they saved him that he was freed, and did not enter the cycle of worldly rebirth.

And once he entered the cycle of worldly rebirth, what would Hong Yun even be?

Kunpeng bore him a grudge; even if not for the seat in the Purple Palace, but for everything he did in the Huoyun Cave, Hong Yun would not let him go unpunished.

Hong Yun knew some things could not be forced; he would not press too hard.

Jin Ling Shengmu asked, "Is it because of Kunpeng?"

"The past is past; whether or not it was because of Kunpeng no longer matters. I have no desire to pursue it further—but if he dares to provoke me again, what harm would it be to destroy him?"

If anyone else had said this, Jin Ling Shengmu would have rebuked them.

She would have thought them boasting, for Kunpeng's strength was exceptionally formidable; otherwise, how could he have been taken in by Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun as the demon master of the demon race?

But when Hong Yun, who possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, said this, they all believed him.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi had just shattered the Potian Hammer's seal, elevating it to a higher tier—something they had all witnessed.

If only the Hongmeng Purple Qi could produce such effects in anyone's hands—but Jin Ling Shengmu learned from Hong Yun that cultivating the Hongmeng Purple Qi was like cultivating one's essence-blood.

Without sufficient strength to match it, one could never cultivate it well.

Soon, Jin Ling Shengmu abandoned this thought.

With ten golden beads in hand, Jin Ling Shengmu could ensure her survival; she had originally intended to give the ten beads to Luo Fu for protection, but the Nine-Headed Bird Guiche brought ruin upon himself.

These ten beads, Jin Ling Shengmu could keep for herself—she need not rely on others.

Thinking of this, Jin Ling Shengmu grew even more elated; she drank several more cups, and the three of them grew drunk on the immortal mountain.