Chapter 77

Chapter 77

A cyan-brown ancient jade appeared in his hand.

But unlike those held by Su Buku and the others, this ancient jade emitted layers of hazy mist, within which a hint of crimson was etched.

That single drop of blood alone radiated countless profound and mysterious auras.

It was as if… it was the legendary immortal blood!

The Burial Immortal Land was a place full of unfathomable mystery, an opportunity even more terrifying than the Transmission Secret Realm.

Once activated, the Ancient Jade of Immortal Burial would respond to the calling of fate.

Since the last time the Burial Immortal Land opened was over three thousand years ago, although this item was precious, Su Zhou didn’t pay it too much mind.

He simply stored it away without hesitation.

If the Burial Immortal Land was to open again in the future, then it wouldn’t be too late to make plans…

With a flick of his wrist, Su Zhou summoned a pitch-black longsword into his hand.

At a glance, the sword appeared ordinary—no visible dao resonance, no rule-based fluctuations.

It looked like a simple blade forged of mundane iron.

Yet the moment it appeared—

Buzz~

The Tai’a Sword—a peak-tier Heaven-grade treasure hanging at Su Zhou’s waist—began to tremble uncontrollably.

And one must understand, the Tai’a Sword was a weapon aligned with the Will of the Dao, imbued with terrifying rule-based power. It even faintly resonated with a true Great Dao.

Even compared to Saint-grade treasures, it stood equal, if not superior.

But now, it quivered in the presence of this seemingly plain black sword… as if… surrendering!

Even Su Zhou, with his always-calm and indifferent eyes, couldn’t help but show a flicker of emotion at the sight of this blade.

“A Supreme Emperor Weapon—Da Luo Sword Embryo!”

Supreme Emperor Weapon — these were ultimate weapons forged by true emperors, possessing unimaginable power.

They could clash head-on with any Dao, destroy any rule; many such weapons had once been stained with Emperor Blood!

Their sacredness, might, and dreadfulness defied conventional language.

An Emperor Weapon—only an emperor could temper it, only an emperor could refine it.

To put it another way: one Emperor Weapon equals one Emperor’s Path!

Now was a golden age, yet even so, Emperor voices had grown rare.

The last known sighting of a true Emperor had been ten thousand years ago—Heaven-Tear Emperor, who fought to his final breath in the Forbidden Zone. His battle drowned the sky in blood; even a single gourd of his could crush all beings.

Later, a False Emperor, trying to reverse fate and relive a lifetime, fell within the Forbidden Zone.

His weapon shattered, and the debris drifted across the Ancient Star River Road, forming thousands of micro-worlds that birthed countless beings.

It’s said a lowly cultivator once obtained just a fingernail-sized shard of that Emperor Weapon, and within a millennium, he rose to become a supreme sovereign—and was still growing rapidly.

That was the terror of the Supreme Emperor Weapon! A single fragment could birth a supreme being; shattered dao resonance could create endless worlds.

One could only imagine the dread of a complete Emperor Weapon.

If news of this weapon spread, then even the ancient monsters sleeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would not sit idle!

And now—

A complete proto-form of a Supreme Emperor Weapon lay in Su Zhou’s hands.

[Da Luo Sword Embryo]

Embryo of a Supreme Emperor Weapon. Once matured, all Daos and all laws across the heavens and myriad worlds shall bow before it!!

All Daos. All laws. Will submit!

That single line of description was enough to showcase the dread power of the Da Luo Sword Embryo.

As Su Zhou looked upon the Da Luo Sword Embryo, it was as if a river of stars swirled in his eyes.

The pitch-black sword trembled, almost as if it yearned for something.

Buzz~

A crisp sword cry rang out—one only Su Zhou could hear.

Moved, Su Zhou directly gripped the Da Luo Sword Embryo—

Then, with a slight exertion of his palm—

He drew it slightly from its sheath.

The next moment—

Whoosh!!!

Buzz!!!

RUMBLE!!

A terrifying roar erupted—not within the physical realm, but inside the ephemeral Grand Dao itself.

Yan Han Divine Nation.

Huaxu Family.

A towering figure sat upon a throne, surrounded by endless thunder.

A ferocious red thunder-dragon lay docile at his feet, like a pet.

“Hmph!!”

Suddenly, he snorted coldly—space trembled around him, lightning roared, and reality cracked like shattered glass.

Yet within the void, threads of karma floated toward him—slow and steady.

Despite the thunder’s roar, they remained unstoppable.

The towering figure leapt to his feet and struck at the void with a fist—his palm surging with two opposing rule forces.

Thunder and Causality blended perfectly within his strike.

These rule powers were near-pure—nearly approaching Dao-level comprehension.

This man stood at the edge of mastering the Dao itself—clearly, a Supreme Sovereign!

His punch shattered the incoming tribulation lines.

“Someone was able to reverse the karmic threads I set!?”

“Those useless worshippers—always causing me trouble!”

He coldly grunted and sat back down.

But just as he did—

BOOM!!!

It felt as though heaven and earth shook, time, space, fate, and every rule, every Dao—all quaked together!

“What is this?!”

His face filled with shock.

In his eyes, an abyssal sword light surged across the sky—beneath it, all Daos, all laws, trembled in submission.

“Supreme Emperor Weapon!!”

“An unbound Emperor Weapon has emerged!”

“As expected of a golden era—the Emperor Weapon, dormant for ten thousand years, now returns!”

“My Huaxu Family will claim our rightful place in this grand age!”

The man looked at the sky with dominating ambition—eyes gleaming with imperial conquest.

But what he didn’t notice…

As he gazed skyward—

A causal tribulation thread beyond words had quietly drifted into his body.

In the next moment—

His face drastically changed!

He—who mastered the laws of causality and stood at the edge of Dao-comprehension—couldn’t even detect the trace of this seemingly insignificant line that merged into his being.

And what horrified him more—

That thread entered as if vanishing, hidden completely—even with his mastery of causality, he couldn’t sense it!

“Damn it!!”

His former composure collapsed into panic.

He immediately sat cross-legged on his throne, pouring all effort into removing that line.

“Hunted geese all my life, now the goose pecks back…”

“Such deep causality… this has already surpassed laws—it touches Dao.”

“Whoever lies behind this… must be unimaginably dreadful…”

He murmured.

This man—Huaxu Jingfeng, current patriarch of the Huaxu Family—stood at the seventh level of Sovereign, and his law comprehension had already reached 70% Dao integration.

Born with mastery of two supreme Daos, he had once been thought invincible.

But the ambition of youth had long been shattered by one spear strike.

Had peace prevailed, he would have been an exceptional strategist.

But now, when variables arose, that shattered Dao heart left him lost in spirals of fear and thought.