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The surface of the Stone Hammer cracked, revealing a hammer inside that was half the size of the original Stone Hammer, entirely black yet radiating a rainbow of colors!
"Eh!" The immortals surrounding the Seal of the Immortal Chain were taken aback. Zhao Yang's Stone Hammer had originally been just an ordinary Stone Hammer with no rank, but after the stone skin fell away, it turned out to be a Dao Artifact!
What they did not know was that although this Stone Hammer had no rank at first, it had been through countless battles alongside Zhao Yang. Even when facing powerful opponents at the Great Ascension stage, the surface of the Stone Hammer had only cracked slightly! Now, confronted with a battle of celestial level, the Stone Hammer finally could not withstand such a tremendous impact, causing its surface to fracture and reveal its inner structure.
"Is my master playing tricks on me? This Dao Artifact is merely of low-tier quality, not even comparable to the scrap metal in my Cosmic Bag. How can they call it a treasure?!" Zhao Yang felt utterly frustrated, nearly spitting blood.
"It's just a Dao Artifact. Even the lowest-level slave in the heavenly realm could forge one. Are you sure you want to use that against me?" The Silver Robed Immortal sneered, deeply disappointed in the cultivation world.
"Whether it can deal with you or not, we'll find out!" Zhao Yang shouted fiercely and raised the giant hammer to strike down.
Boom!
The Silver Robed Immortal threw a punch, and Zhao Yang's Stone Hammer blocked it but was sent flying back, crashing into the Seal of the Immortal Chain.
The sound of cracking filled everyone's ears as they saw Zhao Yang's black Stone Hammer shatter, its stone skin peeling away to reveal yet another hammer, glowing with a yellow light—this one caught their attention!
Before anyone could discern the patterns on this new hammer's surface, one end of the Seal of the Immortal Chain suddenly whipped toward Zhao Yang's head!
Bang!
A tremendous impact sounded as Zhao Yang was slammed into the ground by the Seal of the Immortal Chain. The yellow hammer in his hand cracked again, purple light bursting forth from within, dazzling and faintly wrapped in a layer of lightning.
"Wow, it's actually a Celestial Artifact!" A hint of interest appeared on the Silver Robed Immortal's face. Among their seven immortals who descended to the mortal realm, he was the only one possessing a Celestial Artifact—the Seal of the Immortal Chain. Now, within his own Seal of the Immortal Chain, this small human had obtained a Celestial Artifact. It could only be described as a second gift from heaven! "Even if you have a Celestial Artifact, without celestial energy to support it, it’s nothing but scrap metal in your hands. Mortals are like ants; they ultimately cannot contend with immortals!"
The Silver Robed Immortal spoke as he controlled the Seal of the Immortal Chain, directing it toward Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang attempted to wield the Celestial Artifact, but found that the heavy hammer in his hand seemed beyond his control. His True Qi could not be infused into it. Struggling to lift the hammer, he tried to block the incoming Seal of the Immortal Chain, only to be sent flying once again by the intense pain.
"Damn it, is this really the supreme treasure Master gave me? It's so advanced that I can't even use it, and even if I could, it might not stand a chance against the Seal of the Immortal Chain!" Zhao Yang thought, feeling a surge of frustration.
Bang!
The Seal of the Immortal Chain struck again. Zhao Yang raised his hammer in response but was blasted away, his bones feeling as if they were shattering under the impact. Covered in wounds and in a pitiful state, his muscles spasmed and his limbs trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, the damage from this celestial artifact was far too great for him to withstand.
"Broken hammer," Zhao Yang cursed under his breath, feeling a sweetness in his throat before spitting out blood. His internal organs had suffered severe damage, and only one of the eight chaotic chains within him remained connected to his Foundation Cauldron.
The Foundation Cauldron swayed precariously above the Qi Sea, threatening to fall. At the very top of the Qi Sea, a Golden Figurine opened its eyes. It opened its small mouth and inhaled sharply, drawing in Zhao Yang's boundless True Qi into its belly. Even a significant portion of the Chaos True Qi within the Foundation Cauldron was absorbed.
With a swift motion of its hands, the Golden Figurine restored the seven broken chaotic chains with immense power, stabilizing the Foundation Cauldron and allowing Zhao Yang's breathing to return to normal.
Zhao Yang felt dizzy and struggled to stay awake but found himself unable to resist the sudden wave of drowsiness. In desperation, he attempted to suppress this fatigue using Martial Arts Heavenly Eye and Enlightenment Realm simultaneously, only to horrifyingly realize that he could not control himself at all; he collapsed.
"Zhao Yang!" He Qing shouted from outside the Seal of the Immortal Chain, while everyone else clenched their fists tightly.
"Junior Brother, get up!" Song Baliang yelled desperately for Zhao Yang.
A faint smile appeared on the Silver Robed Immortal's face as he shook his head and said, "What a Rebel Son; he’s already dead before I even made my move! Sigh!"
With a sigh that conveyed deep loneliness and an air of pretentiousness, the Silver Robed Immortal remarked, "Sometimes being invincible is also a kind of solitude."
Without even glancing at Zhao Yang, he waved his right hand lightly, sending one end of the Seal of the Immortal Chain straight toward Zhao Yang. A celestial being pierced by the Seal would undoubtedly perish; how much more so for a mere mortal? The meridians of a mortal would suffer infinite destruction until there was nothing left!
However, from Zhao Yang's back suddenly emerged a small hand. The little hand shimmered with golden light, completely pure without any impurities, resembling that of a newborn baby—plump and tender.
The Golden Figure stood with the Seal of the Immortal Chain clutched in one hand, his foot planted firmly on Zhao Yang's head. He glanced down at Zhao Yang and said, "Indeed, just an ant."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an astonishing weight.
"You—what are you?!" The Silver Robed Immortal exclaimed in shock, unable to discern what this golden figure truly was.
"Could it be a Primordial Infant? No, it doesn't resemble one at all! And certainly not a Divine Soul!" The Golden Figure frowned as he spoke.
Without uttering a word, the golden figure stretched lazily and yawned. With a flick of his finger, the hammer that Zhao Yang had been gripping tightly flew into his hand. The hammer was significantly larger than him, measuring at least three feet tall.
Grinding his teeth, the Golden Figure summoned his strength and delivered a punch that shattered the crackling Purple Hammer.
"What?! He shattered a Celestial Artifact with a single punch!" The Five Immortals watched in disbelief, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.
Amidst the purple shards, a gleaming Golden Hammer emerged, radiating an overwhelming aura that caused the Silver Robed Immortal to instinctively step back, fear evident in his eyes.
"This won't do; it's still too big!" the Golden Figure muttered to himself as he picked up the Golden Hammer from among the purple fragments. Compared to Zhao Yang's hand, it was merely the size of an ordinary mallet—definitely unwieldy. However, in comparison to the Golden Figure's stature, it was nearly as tall as he was. Suddenly, his eyes turned fierce as he crushed the small golden mallet before him.
"What the hell? Is there something else inside?!" Song Baliang watching from outside lost his composure.
Sure enough, as the small golden mallet shattered, it revealed something obscured within—a dull Black Small Hammer.
The moment this Black Small Hammer appeared, the void around it twisted. This tiny hammer was only about as large as Zhao Yang's fingertip—barely bigger than a button—but in the hands of the Golden Figure, it was perfectly sized and fit comfortably.
Meanwhile, facing the Golden Figure, all that occupied the mind of the Silver Robed Immortal was one word: escape!
He no longer wanted the Seal of the Immortal Chain. Channeling his energy, he aimed to destroy the formation of the Seal of the Immortal Chain and escape!
The Golden Figure was in no hurry at all. Holding the Black Small Hammer tightly in his hand, he lightly tapped in the direction of the Silver Robed Immortal.
Suddenly, a sound like shattering glass reached everyone's ears. Above Zhao Yang's head, in front of the Golden Figure, the air seemed to solidify, crackling and popping before it shattered. The cracks extended until they caught up with the Silver Robed Immortal, who had barely managed to run a few steps.
The body of the Silver Robed Immortal shattered into powder in an instant, even his Divine Soul disintegrating into nothingness. As his celestial energy dissipated, the Golden Figure opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing all that dissipated celestial energy into himself.
The others were already dumbfounded, their expressions blank.
A supreme immortal.
Killed by a tiny unknown object within Zhao Yang's body using something no larger than a button?
The Golden Figure yawned, patted his little belly, and then lazily slipped into Zhao Yang's body, disappearing without a trace. Before vanishing, he cast a meaningful glance at the remaining Four Immortals.
Zhao Yang soon awakened, dazedly looking at everyone staring at him. He felt strange but quickly sensed something unusual within his body; there was now a Black Small Hammer inside him. On the small hammer were faintly inscribed two ancient characters—Thunder God.
Zhao Yang was surprised; he thought about striking down the Thunder God that had been suppressed by his sister. The Thunder God's Divine Soul was now imprisoned within Flying Knife's Glimmer. He initially believed this small hammer was related to the Thunder God spoken of on Earth.
However, what astonished Zhao Yang was that on the back of this small hammer were two tiny ancient hieroglyphs that were nearly unrecognizable—Open the Heavens.
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