Chapter 163: The Sugato Sword (1/2)
Chen Xiao’s brow creased faintly. Both the tombs of the North Sea dragons and the Ancient Tree of Life in the Endless Desert were things of legend. Gone with the wind in the ashes of the two supreme factions, the Skydragon Pearl and fruit of the ancient tree were long buried in the graveyard of history. Though not at the level of a Fusang Purewood, the two items had still been among the greatest treasures of the immortal world.
“I can find the dragon tombs!” Lu Yun resolutely declared, not shying away from Chen Xiao’s gaze in the least. “With the Fusang Purewood now in our hands, we can ease Qing Han’s pain. But to thoroughly cleanse the poisons from his body, we need to gather all three items.”
“Alright.” Chen Xiao nodded gently. “Leave the Ancient Tree of Life to me; you head to the North Sea and secure the Skydragon Pearl. But that’s not urgent at the moment. Let’s alleviate Little Han’s condition first.”
He and Qing Buyi took up positions outside in case someone else were to interrupt a second time. As for Empress Myrtlestar, she’d concealed herself with an unknown art and made her presence impossible to sense unless someone were to step directly into the room.
Lu Yun himself didn’t know how to use the Fusang Purewood to help his friend, but the empress did.
“So the sword in your hand is Violetgrave!” She cast a shocked look at Lu Yun when she reappeared.
“You know of it?” Lu Yun blinked.
The empress nodded. “‘Tis a sword that also appeared in my era. It was wielded by a matchless genius, but mentioned in documents even more ancient. This weapon is indeed capable of burying my corpse.”
“Is it a sword, or a mausoleum?” Lu Yun asked in astonishment. The empress hailed from a distant past that predated the present by at least a million years.
“I am not certain either, but I once looked into this item. Civilizations from many different eras are buried inside its sword aura. In all probability, it also includes our ruined world from a hundred thousand years ago,” the empress softly voiced her thoughts.
To Lu Yun, her explanation seemed straight out of One Thousand and One Nights. Civilizations from countless eras, all buried inside a ninth-rank immortal-grade sword?
It was a little too hard to swallow. It would’ve been easier to accept if it was another existence like the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals or the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, but a ninth-rank weapon?
That being said, the mausoleum inside its sword aura was still rather hazy, and he couldn’t yet clearly discern the identity of those buried inside.
“What about hell? Have you ever heard of it?” he asked, suddenly struck by an idea.
The empress blinked, then shook her head. “I know of the Firmament Ruins, a place that imprisons an unparalleled immortal dynasty’s greatest felons. But I have never heard of this... hell.”
So not even Empress Myrtlestar knew about the netherworld! For a supreme powerhouse from a million years ago to never have heard of it, all tales of hell must’ve disappeared from the immortal world before even her time.
It was so unthinkable that Lu Yun wondered if something had erased all traces of hell from the collective consciousness. However, the existence buried in the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers had uttered the word “hell”, which implied it was even more ancient than Empress Myrtlestar!
“No worries, let’s handle Qing Han’s current poison first,” he quickly changed the subject and firmly pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind.
“It is not yet time.” Empress Myrtlestar shook her head. “The connate elemental essences on him are doing their utmost to withstand the poisons. We must wait for one side to overpower the other before we can proceed.”
“You mean that… the connate elemental essences can also resist the poisons in his body?” Lu Yun stared, wide-eyed.
“Indeed.” The empress inclined her head. “The divine sunfire on the Fusang Purewood is also a type of connate fire, hence why it can… eh!” Before she could finish, Lu Yun extended his hand and clutched at the southern sky.
Whoosh!