CHAPTER 465: CHAPTER 465: EXCELLENT TRADITION

Many young geniuses appeared one after another, but no one managed to venture deep into the Secret Realm.

They felt a chill crawl up their scalps.

The Emperor Son and Emperor Tian had very grim expressions on their faces.

They had just broken through a forbidden area and shattered a powerful Array, only to find themselves trapped again a few minutes later.

In the depths, at the center of the altar.

What was sealed here was indeed not a living Great Emperor but an Emperor Weapon—in fact, a shape-shifting Emperor Weapon. It had developed Spiritual Intelligence and taken on human form.

A long, long time ago, it had been sealed here by a Great Emperor.

At this moment, the Emperor Weapon sitting at the altar slowly opened its eyes and saw Guang Xiaoyu’s arrival.

Expressionless, the Emperor Weapon, its eyes holding a profound look, spoke in a deep tone, "Have you come to bring me an opportunity?"

"Sunset Yellow Spring Knife," Guang Xiaoyu said with a light laugh. "I didn’t expect you to have taken shape. It seems... you’ve devoured quite a bit of the flesh and blood of an Emperor’s Body."

The Emperor’s Body that fell here belonged to a Human Emperor, but the Sunset Yellow Spring Knife was a blade of the Demon Race.

It had been brought here from the Northern Border, wielded by a Supreme Demon Emperor to finally nail that Human Emperor to death in the Dragon Soul Secret Realm.

Since then, it had accompanied the corpse of the Human Emperor. Over time, it devoured the flesh and blood of the Emperor’s Body, developed Spiritual Intelligence, and took on human form.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when it was still just a blade, it had seen Guang Xiaoyu come here, so the moment it saw her, it recognized her identity.

The Emperor Weapon stood up and walked forward step by step. "The Demon Emperor is cultivating Reincarnation anew," he said. "Your current strength isn’t even one-billionth of what it once was, while I am an Emperor Weapon—more than enough to devour you."

He was very confident. After all, he was an Emperor Weapon, innately at the Emperor Realm. And it possessed all the cultivation techniques, combat skills, the Devil Emperor Scripture, and so on, of the Supreme Demon Emperor.

Once it fully awakened, its strength would far surpass that of the Supreme Demon Emperor.

To kill a Demon Emperor who had reincarnated was no problem at all—it could be done in the blink of an eye...

"You’re still so talkative even though you’re trapped here," Guang Xiaoyu said, shaking her head. "Moreover, although I am not as strong as I used to be, I still have my foundations!"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor Weapon stopped, a wary look on his face.

"Every creature that takes shape from the spirits of heaven and earth needs a long time—a process destined to be tedious and painful. Moreover... the moment of taking shape is met with endless tribulations from the Heavenly Dao. It’s very difficult to escape them," Guang Xiaoyu said, narrowing her eyes. "If I’m not mistaken, you haven’t transcended your tribulation yet. Though you’ve luckily taken shape, it’s very difficult for you to leave this place. Secondly, once you awaken, you will lose all your Spiritual Intelligence and return to your blade form, because you’re an Emperor Weapon and cannot control yourself."

The Emperor Weapon was silent.

"Just tens of thousands of years of nourishment on some flesh and blood of Great Emperors, and you think you can fully take shape, huh?" Guang Xiaoyu scoffed.

Taking shape in only tens of thousands of years was something no spirit of heaven and earth had experienced.

Even Yu Changfeng and Wu Ji took a full million years to take shape from their inception.

Guang Xiaoyu continued, "Knowing my identity, you should also understand that I would not face you without reason."

"You?" The Emperor Weapon was startled.

"Submit to me, or die..." Guang Xiaoyu stated coldly.

She wanted to laugh. Not because she had revealed the Emperor Weapon’s situation, but because... this fool actually believed her. She had been reborn, starting everything from zero. She neither cultivated her previous Demon Tao, nor did she have an Emperor Weapon at hand. If this fellow in front of her made a move, with her current state, she simply couldn’t withstand it. But she was Guang Xiaoyu after all, Chen Pingping’s most dazzling and intelligent junior sister. Following Chen Pingping for many years, she had learned "tactics" from her senior brother—indeed, speech was also a tactic. If used well, it could be invincible. Her senior brother once said that there was no one in the world who couldn’t be bluffed, unless you were very foolish.

Heh? Of course, she wasn’t foolish. How could the mighty Demon Emperor be foolish? For a long time, she had contemplated her senior brother’s words, and ultimately, she had an epiphany, unlocking the door to wisdom. Speech is an art, and it is also a tactic. She wanted to become a junior sister who could speak well, argue convincingly, be as eloquent as a silver tongue, and be supremely intelligent and unmatched in wit—the most beautiful, gentle, cute, and lively junior sister in the whole world. By that time, her senior brother would certainly fall head over heels in love with her.

"Why are you laughing?" the Demon Sword asked her.

"Did I laugh?" Guang Xiaoyu snapped back to reality.

"You laughed quite lewdly," the Demon Sword said flatly. "It’s not like you."

HMPH!

Guang Xiaoyu looked at him. "This emperor is cultivating anew, wishing to break free from the Heavenly Dao’s shackles and forge the path of Immortality Tao. This time, I have come mainly to ask you: are you interested in following me? If not, do not blame this emperor for taking your life."

As she spoke, she took a step forward.

At that moment, the Tree of Great Dao within her trembled, and strands of the Great Tao flowed out.

The Emperor Weapon’s heart lurched.

He hadn’t believed such nonsense at first, but now, she definitely hadn’t reached the Saint Realm, and yet her body contained the Power of the Great Tao.

Inconceivable.

Could it be that the Demon Emperor has really found a method to break the Heavenly Dao’s shackles?

He recalled the first time he saw the Demon Emperor tens of thousands of years ago. She had rushed over, offering only a fleeting glance, her expression heavy with disdain and condescension.

She seemed uninterested in the things deep within the Dragon Soul Secret Realm.

Rightly so! Her aspirations were grand; she wanted to follow the true Immortality Tao, treading a path no one dared to tread.

The Demon Sword felt suffocated.

WOOF WOOF...

The little black dog suddenly barked a few times.

The Demon Sword was startled again; this dog was no ordinary dog.

He also noticed Mao Qiu on Guang Xiaoyu’s shoulder and, sensing the terrifying profundity it exuded, felt a deep unease. The Devouring Sky Beast—it was definitely that creature!

Unexpectedly, it too followed the Demon Emperor.

At this moment, he began to hesitate. "Are you entering the depths of the Dragon Soul Secret Realm?"

"Shouldn’t you be considering your own situation right now?" Guang Xiaoyu glanced sidelong. "This emperor has already lost patience."

"If you wish to enter the depths, I will absolutely not follow you," the Demon Sword said.

He had stayed in the Secret Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, if not more, and had seen too many powerful cultivators arrive here and step into the depths of the Dragon Soul Secret Realm.

But those people never came back out.

When he had first gained Spiritual Intelligence, he too had harbored curiosity and tried to enter the depths, only to witness a terrifying scene.

A Big Shot.

Although he could not see clearly, he sensed that terrifying fluctuation of aura, far more oppressive than the aura of a Great Emperor.

Merely approaching it made him feel as if he was about to submit, to kneel...

The Demon Sword could not bear it and had hurried back.

The shock remained even after tens of thousands of years.

If Guang Xiaoyu intended to enter the depths, how was that different from seeking death?

Why then should he follow someone who was about to die?

"Very well," Guang Xiaoyu’s expression turned cold. "This emperor has run out of patience."

The observant little black dog, being very clever, started barking, slowly releasing its Sword Dao, its threatening aura palpable.

She glanced sidelong. What breed is Hei, after all?

At this moment, Mao Qiu on her shoulder also opened its sleepy eyes, shook its fluffy body, leaped down, and was about to make a move.

The Demon Sword had a bad premonition, broke out in a cold sweat, and said hastily, "Wait, I will follow you."

HEHE!

Guang Xiaoyu chuckled lightly. "Wouldn’t it have been better to say that earlier?"

"I have a question," the Demon Sword asked. "What breed is this dog?"

"Oh? Hei? He’s just a dog, a very ordinary dog," she said with a smile. I would like to know that too.

However, the more nonchalant her response, the more it made the Demon Sword’s heart pound with fear.

A seemingly ordinary dog, emitting such a terrifying Sword Dao.

Incredible.

He asked again, "And this Devouring Sky Beast is?"

"Mine," Guang Xiaoyu answered. "Hei is also mine." Her words carried considerable pride.

My senior brother’s Spiritual Beast is my Spiritual Beast. This answer can’t be wrong.