331: Sixth Incarnation: Celestial Venerable (Ten)

Naturally, Blade Absolute Edge was familiar with this long saber.

This long saber Magic Treasure was none other than the Karma weapon that Xu Yuan's second life was ultimately refined into by a certain Dao Lord using a great Divine Ability.

"I never imagined this saber would be here. Looking at it now, the one who acted back then must have been this Hundred Weapons Dao Lord."

"So... it was here." A ripple of indescribable complexity welled up in Blade Jue Feng's heart—there was sudden clarity, nostalgia, and even a sense of destiny spanning across Reincarnation.

He could almost feel the faint resonance and the silent sorrow emanating from the saber's body, belonging to his "past life."

However, this surge of emotion lasted only for a moment before being replaced by a deeper calm and enlightenment.

Hatred? Not much.

He understood deeply that even if the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord hadn't intervened back then, given his own exhausted state at the time, he would have had no chance of surviving under Immortal Master Xuanming's hands. In fact, the entire Overlord Blade Sect might have been wiped out by Immortal Master Xuanming after he reaffirmed his golden Fruit Position.

In a sense, the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord's intervention, though it refined him into a weapon, also indirectly "preserved" the Overlord Blade Sect and "avenged" him by slaying Immortal Master Xuanming, settling the Karma.

"Karma cycles, every action has its consequence. The fruit of a past life has become the connection of this life."

The clarity returned to Blade Jue Feng's gaze.

He took a deep look at that silent, ancient long saber, as if bidding a wordless farewell to his past self.

Then, without lingering further, he completely suppressed the last trace of distracting thoughts in his heart and followed his grandfather, Ren Wuya, with steady steps, continuing to fly towards the very center of the desolate plain.

His gaze once again became resolute and sharp, focused on the matter at hand.

Having an audience with the Dao Lord and seeking the future Great Dao were the utmost priorities now. The events of past lives were like passing clouds—they could serve as reference but must not become mental obstacles.

As they flew, the surrounding weapon-killing aura grew increasingly intense, like viscous plasma. With every distance covered, the pressure doubled.

The Dao Lord's oppressive might permeating the Void Realm also became clearer and more palpable. It wasn't a simple pressure of Aura but a manifestation at the level of Law, as if within this area, all Laws related to "weapons" revered, followed, and worshiped the existence within that palace as their source, their rule, their Heaven!

Any living being in this place would instinctively feel insignificance and the urge to submit.

Countless powerful and ancient Weapon-Soul wills, like Vicious Beasts lurking in the darkness, "watched" these two uninvited guests quietly in the Void Realm.

Their "gazes" were cold, violent, or weathered. However, upon sensing Ren Wuya's sharp Saber Intent, belonging to the Heavenly Blade Peak master and a Fruit Position True Person, and especially the dark-gold Dao Lord mark between Blade Jue Feng's brows, which emitted a faint warmth and a supreme Aura of the same Origin, these intangible gazes receded like a tide, leaving behind an even deeper deathly silence.

Finally, at the end of their line of sight, in the very center of the desolate plain, that palace whose grandeur and antiquity were beyond description—the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons—stood complete and unobstructed in the Void Realm, occupying their entire view.

It was not situated on the ground but floated against a backdrop of twisted, blurred Void Realm.

The space around the palace showed unnatural ripples and folds. Light passing through it bent in bizarre ways, and the flow of time seemed to become thick and slow, giving an illusion of eternal solidification.

The closer they got, the more they could feel that supreme majesty, which seemed to have existed since the beginning of creation, presiding over all weapons of war, towering above all things!

Merely seeing it from afar made one's Divine Soul tremble, filling the heart with infinite awe and even fear.

While still a thousand miles away from the palace, Ren Wuya decisively descended, landing steadily on the ground with Blade Jue Feng.

He straightened his solemn black ceremonial robe, every movement meticulous. His expression showed an unprecedented level of reverence and solemnity, as if he were about to pay homage to Heaven and Earth itself.

He took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the excitement and anxiety in his heart, then bowed deeply towards the direction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons, prostrating himself to the ground.

Simultaneously, his voice, infused with the pure True Essence of a Fruit Position True Person, carried clearly, steadily, yet filled with reverence forward, echoing across this deathly silent Soldier Tomb plain:

"Your unworthy descendant, Ren Wuya, accompanied by my grandson, Blade Jue Feng, comes by the decree of the Old Ancestor to seek an audience! We humbly wish the Old Ancestor divine peace!"

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm, piercing through the thousand-mile space and accurately entering that terrifying palace constructed from divine weapon remnants.

As the words fell, the desolate plain returned to deathly silence.

Only the ever-present weapon-killing aura continued to flow and churn silently.

Blade Jue Feng stood half a step behind Ren Wuya, also bowing respectfully, with lowered head and eyes.

He could sense the slight tension in his grandfather's body, and even more so, he could feel that from within the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons, an indescribable "gaze"—one that seemed capable of piercing through the ages and seeing the essence of all things—had already fallen upon them.

This "gaze" was not physical, yet it felt heavier than anything physical, carrying a cold, indifferent, almost Heavenly Dao-like sense of overlooking all living beings.

Under this "gaze," Blade Jue Feng felt as if his Physical Body, his soul, even the deepest recesses of his consciousness, were placed within an invisible crystal, laid completely bare with nowhere to hide.

The burning sensation from the Dao Lord mark between his brows intensified, as if responding to that gaze.

Time, in this deathly silent wait, seemed stretched to an unbearable length.

A moment of silence felt like several epochs had passed.

Finally—

"Hum..."

A low, heavy hum, as if from ancient times, containing the endless clashing of metal and the tremor of time and space, emanated from the direction of the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons.

Immediately after, in Blade Jue Feng's perception, on the front of that majestic palace, the palace gate—formed from a blood-stained, seemingly star-splitting ancient giant axe—slid open a crack inward, soundlessly.

The crack was initially extremely narrow, then quickly widened enough for several people to pass through shoulder-to-shoulder before stopping.

A stream of weapon-related Dao Rhyme, far purer, more ancient, and immensely more vast than that outside, surged out from the crack like a bursting flood!

Within this Dao Rhyme was not only the most fundamental essence of sharpness, slaughter, and destruction but also mixed with the first breath of weapon-qi from the creation of Heaven and Earth, the essence of war-souls sedimented from eons of conflict, and even the profound principles of countless shattered divine weapon Laws being reorganized!

Merely catching a whiff of this escaping Dao Rhyme caused the Super-Grade Dao Foundation and Nascent Saber-Pulse within Blade Jue Feng to involuntarily accelerate their circulation, devouring it frantically, transmitting waves of pleasurable tremors.

Beside him, Ren Wuya also trembled slightly, his face revealing uncontrollable excitement and yearning.

Beyond the crack was not the bright hall one might expect, but a deep, seemingly light-devouring darkness.

Only the occasional fleeting glint of a weapon's cold light, like shooting stars in the night sky, briefly illuminated some vague outlines formed by more colossal divine weapon remnants within.

"Enter."