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Chapter 263: Ancient Divine Weapon
As calamity descended upon the world, thunder roared, and the overwhelming force was destructive. However, the scene that unfolded next far exceeded Sun Zhe's expectations.
Before him, the Azure Wind Dragon formed from the Ancient Bell Blade surged upward, leaping into the vast sky in an instant. The massive black dragon, towering a thousand feet high, was terrifying to behold. Even at such heights, it remained a colossal entity, obscuring the sun and emanating an indescribable aura of terror.
The Azure Wind Dragon opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar. The violent Thunder Pillar that had descended was unexpectedly pulled back. Following that, it inhaled deeply, and countless gray wind vortices erupted from its mouth. The Void's Thunder Light was immediately enveloped, and as it drew back, the pervasive Purple Thunder was completely swallowed by it.
In the blink of an eye, the endless Purple Thunder of the Void vanished without a trace. The terrifying Thunder Pressure dissipated entirely, and the black clouds that had shrouded the area also disappeared without a remnant. Sun Zhe looked up in astonishment, realizing that the calamity that had just arrived had vanished so abruptly.
"Is... is that it?"
Even with Sun Zhe's exceptional mental fortitude, he found it hard to comprehend what he had just witnessed. As far as he knew, when a Divine Weapon took form, a tribulation would descend to test it. If one failed to overcome this tribulation, they would be obliterated into ashes. Conversely, if they succeeded, the tribulation would aid in solidifying their form and could further condense into the Spirit of the Divine Weapon.
However, Sun Zhe had never heard of any Divine Weapon that could transform directly into the Spirit of the Divine Weapon without undergoing tribulation—and furthermore, one that could swallow the tribulation whole. Such an occurrence was beyond his imagination; even those ancient beings who had cultivated for millions of years would likely have never encountered anything like it. Gazing at the flickering Purple Light of the Azure Wind Dragon, a look of astonishment crossed Sun Zhe's face.
Should he still attempt to force this Divine Blade to recognize him as its master? At this moment, Sun Zhe felt uncertain. It wasn't that this Divine Weapon lacked power; rather, its might far surpassed his expectations. He feared that before he could make a move, he would be swallowed whole by this black dragon.
Just as Sun Zhe stared at the black dragon, it seemed to sense his gaze. With a roar, it turned and charged directly toward him. As the Spirit of the Divine Weapon, its speed was beyond what any ordinary human cultivator could match. It shattered space itself and crossed through dimensional barriers; in just a breath's time, it was already before Sun Zhe.
"You..."
Sun Zhe's expression changed dramatically as he immediately retreated without hesitation. Five brilliant Star Points spun out from his Left Eye, unleashing a torrent of Thunder Power that surged forth without reservation, propelling him backward even faster. Yet despite Sun Zhe's increased speed, he still fell short compared to this black dragon formed from the Divine Blade.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Black Rampaging Dragon surged past him, enveloping Sun Zhe in a whirlwind of chaotic energy. The area spanning hundreds of feet instantly turned into ruins; endless dust billowed up as nearby beasts fled in terror. The once intact Mountain Valley transformed into a giant pit several hundred feet deep, emanating remnants of terrifying energy from its depths.
On a massive rock beside this giant pit stood a young man in tattered clothing. His garments were torn to shreds, his hair disheveled and covered in dirt; yet his black eyes sparkled with an unprecedented intensity. Upon closer inspection of his right hand revealed he was gripping an eight-foot-long Black Long Knife.
The knife's black blade was simple yet ancient-looking, adorned with intricate patterns depicting a ferocious Black Rampaging Dragon. Above its head floated two ancient characters as if they were seals suppressing this Black Rampaging Dragon: "Ancient Bell."
"I never expected..."
Looking at the giant pit before him, a hint of lingering fear flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes as he raised his left hand to wipe away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He then glanced down at the Ancient Bell Blade tightly held in his right hand, disbelief surging within his dark eyes.
After a moment, Sun Zhe let out a slow sigh and directly fused the Ancient Bell Blade into his right arm. He transformed into a wisp of smoke and darted out of the forest, moving faster than when he had entered.
In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Sun Zhe's figure appeared within Northern Yue Village. In a flash, he stepped back into his own courtyard, pushed open the door, and without pausing, quickly walked toward the room. In just a moment, rows of Spirit Tablets came into view.
Two yellow Oil Lamps were burning, crackling softly as they flickered with ghostly light in the dim room. Above these Oil Lamps was a row of slightly darkened wooden racks, on which sat Spirit Tablets. Each Spirit Tablet began with the character "Sun," clearly indicating that these were the Spirit Tablets of the ancestors of the Sun Family.
"Unfilial descendant Sun Zhe pays respects to all Ancestors!"
Upon entering the room, Sun Zhe earnestly knelt on a mat and bowed three times, speaking sincerely. After rising from his kneel, he offered three sticks of incense to his ancestors.
After completing this ritual, Sun Zhe slowly approached, extending both hands toward the topmost shelf. This shelf held no Spirit Tablet but instead housed a dark Wooden Box that lay quietly like a stone that had settled for countless years. A strong aura of ancient vicissitudes emanated from this Wooden Box.
Without hesitation, Sun Zhe grasped one corner of the Wooden Box with each hand and lifted it down from the shelf, gently placing it on the ground. A thick layer of dust rose into the air from the shelf.
Sun Zhe's eyes sparkled slightly as he waved his right hand, dispersing the dust. Only a long Wooden Box about ten feet in length remained before him. The box was engraved with mysterious patterns, and an intriguing aura radiated from these designs. Sun Zhe felt that this Wooden Box still retained its pristine appearance due to these patterns.
"Ha..."
He exhaled softly, suppressing his inner tension. With his left hand pressing down on the bottom of the Wooden Box and his right hand gripping its two yellowed seals, all his nerves tensed up. He pulled down sharply with his right hand to tear off the seals and slowly lifted the lid of the Wooden Box upward—an inch, two inches... In an instant, the entire lid was fully opened.
"Just as I thought..."
Sun Zhe murmured softly as complex emotions surged in his eyes. His hands fell weakly to his sides, and he staggered back a few steps while keeping his gaze fixed on the object inside the Wooden Box.
The cold autumn wind blew through the cracks in the window, causing the dim candlelight to flicker. A chilling light shone within the room, and an icy sensation suddenly enveloped Sun Zhe's entire body, filling the space with a desolate atmosphere.
Inside that Wooden Box, which had not been opened for countless years, lay a dark Blade Sheath adorned with intricate patterns. However, what was most significant were the two ancient characters carved onto the Blade Sheath that had never eroded over time.
Ancient Bell!
Now he finally understood why this blade could condense Blade Spirit without undergoing tribulations and why it could connect with him mentally without him forcibly claiming it as his own. This Divine Blade was not newly formed; it was an Ancient Divine Weapon that had already taken shape long ago but was only now breaking free from its constraints to awaken its Ancient Divine Ability.
This blade did not truly belong to him; it belonged to one of his fallen ancestors—a powerful figure whose Divine Ability rivaled that of deities—and he could only be considered an inheritor of this ancestral relic at best.
"Ancient Bell Blade... Is this fate predetermined? Is this Reincarnation?"
The complex emotions flickered in Sun Zhe's eyes. The higher his cultivation, the more he encountered, and the more he felt the difficulty of comprehending the Dao. He never expected that the Ancient Divine Weapon, the Ancient Bell Blade, once used by his ancestors, would return to his hands. Everything seemed as if it had been arranged by someone, but Sun Zhe knew that it could not possibly be a human arrangement. If there was an arrangement, it was made by the Dao that controls everything, an arrangement beyond human reach.
A strange feeling suddenly arose in Sun Zhe's heart. Was his rebirth in the Thunder Continent after experiencing a lightning strike truly just a coincidence? Or was it also a kind of arrangement that existed in the dark?
His eyes narrowed slightly. Sun Zhe had thought about this matter before, but this feeling had never been so clear. He had a sense that his initial accident seemed not to be an accident at all, but rather a "conspiracy" that had long been predetermined!
"Is Sun Zhe home?"
At that moment, a loud voice rang out from outside the house, echoing throughout Northern Yue Village and clearly reaching Sun Zhe's ears.
"Why is the Great Qin General looking for me?"
Sun Zhe frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. With a wave of his right hand, the black Blade Sheath from the Wooden Box immediately flew up, and at the same time, the Ancient Bell Blade appeared in his right hand. With a flash of light, the black blade swiftly entered its ancient long sheath.
Once the blade was sheathed, the aura of the Long Sword increased significantly. Clearly, this was the complete state of the Ancient Bell Blade, fully restored as an Ancient Divine Weapon!
With a flick of his right hand, the increasingly profound aura of the Ancient Bell Blade vanished before Sun Zhe as he slowly exited the room and walked toward the courtyard.
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