Chapter 232: Blade Horn
“Boom!”
The Beast Bone swung, a brilliant halo expanding and instantly drowning the Winged Serpent’s body.
“Pfft!”
The immense pressure caused the Winged Serpent’s massive body to explode in an instant.
Crimson blood sprayed forth, like a fountain of blood.
An Ancient Immortal Artifact at the Human Immortal level, facing a mere Great Vehicle-level demon beast, did not even need to be fully activated.
Lu Qingyang naturally did not waste this precious Immortal Artifact’s power either, directly activating the terrifying pressure contained within to annihilate the Winged Serpent!
A mournful cry rang out.
The Winged Serpent’s corpse plummeted downward, crashing into the ground and kicking up rolling clouds of dust.
“Hoo!”
Lu Qingyang drew a deep breath.
He flew down, preparing to carefully examine the Winged Serpent.
He very much wanted to know why it had given him that feeling.
However, when he flew down.
His pupils contracted violently.
There, amidst the mountain-like pile of the Winged Serpent’s remains.
A metal Blade Horn, no larger than a thumb, slowly floated up from the Winged Serpent’s skull.
“This is… that Blade Horn?!”
Lu Qingyang’s mind shook violently.
He had noticed this Blade Horn earlier.
But he had assumed it was just an ordinary item.
Yet as the Winged Serpent died, this Blade Horn floated upward.
Lu Qingyang gazed at it, and a sudden sorrow welled up from the depths of his heart.
This told him that this was the very Blade Horn from the Simulation!
So it was you. I knew there had to be a reason for that strange feeling.
Lu Qingyang reached out his hand.
He grasped the thumb-sized Blade Horn, pitch-black with faint red marks scattered across its surface.
Instantly, a familiar sensation transmitted over.
“Buzz~”
In the next moment, his body trembled slightly.
A scene flashed through his mind once again.
This scene was unrelated to any before.
Lu Qingyang seemed to see a colossal axe that pierced heaven and earth, drifting between the sky and the earth.
All around was pitch-black.
Then, the giant axe shook and abruptly shattered into countless fragments.
One fragment, stained with a few drops of mysterious blood, shot out across heaven and earth.
And then came endless slumber… The scene ended.
“This is… a fragment of the Heaven-Opening Axe?”
“That was the Heaven-Opening Axe’s later experiences?”
Lu Qingyang awoke from the vision, colossal waves surging in his heart.
The Heaven-Opening Axe — this was a legendary existence!
At that mysterious moment when chaos was first split apart.
It was like a mysterious key, cleaving open the endless world of chaos.
Imagine it — that instant, light radiating in all directions, energy shaking the world. The Heaven-Opening Axe was like a gift from the ancient gods.
It became the world’s foremost Chaos Supreme Treasure.
According to legend, the Grand Primordial purple qi existed within it. It was a truly supreme treasure, capable of suppressing heaven and earth.
But later, the world only held the legend of the Great God Pangu creating heaven and earth.
No more tales of the Heaven-Opening Axe.
Yet now Lu Qingyang seemed to have personally witnessed the Heaven-Opening Axe’s later experiences.
“Swoosh!”
His eyes flickered as he stared at the Blade Horn in his palm.
If this thing really is a fragment of the Heaven-Opening Axe, its power must be extraordinary.
But why don’t I feel anything special?
Lu Qingyang tried extending a thread of spiritual power from within his body, wrapping it toward the Blade Horn.
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, the spiritual power returned.
The Blade Horn lay quietly in his palm.
No reaction at all. It’s like an ordinary piece of iron. Could it be too deeply damaged?
Lu Qingyang murmured softly, somewhat disappointed.
After all, facing a legendary divine object — even unconfirmed.
He still held great expectations.
But now there was no reaction at all, which inevitably left him somewhat disappointed.
Forget it. I’ll take it for now.
In the end, Lu Qingyang sighed and placed it into his Storage Ring.
Immediately after, he looked back once more at Sun-Moon Peak.
With a flicker of his form, he transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the summit.
The mountain peak.
Lu Qingyang sat down cross-legged.
Gazing at that blazing great sun and the dim, mysterious supreme moon, an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.
Just as the Simulation had said.
Here, he seemed to feel even his soul grow lighter.
His form ethereal, he felt utterly refreshed.
The fatigue and pain accumulated from years of幻想 vanished completely.
His entire being seemed baptized, his whole body comfortable.
And just as Lu Qingyang closed his eyes to enjoy it.
A powerful tremor suddenly came from within his Storage Ring.
“Hm?”
Lu Qingyang opened his eyes in confusion.
“Zhang!”
His brow furrowed slightly. He flicked his finger, and a thread of spiritual power shot out.
In an instant, the Storage Ring opened.
That thumb-sized Blade Horn trembled and floated up.
“This is…”
Lu Qingyang was stunned.
He grasped it with his hand.
The moment his palm touched the Blade Horn.
In his mind, a scene rose once again.
This time, it was still that pitch-black fragment, located somewhere unknown.
Only, it seemed to have lain there for a very long time.
So long that in the pitch-dark heaven and earth, a sun and a moon had inexplicably appeared.
Watching these newly appeared sun and moon.
The fragment trembled all over, as if reminiscing about something…
Here, the scene disappeared.
The Blade Horn stopped trembling and fell into Lu Qingyang’s palm.
Lu Qingyang awakened from the vision.
After Pangu created heaven and earth, his eyes transformed into the sun and moon.
Could what I just saw be this Blade Horn witnessing the process of the sun and moon’s transformation?
Also, are the sun and moon really Pangu’s eyes?
Lu Qingyang raised his head, studying the canopy of heaven.
His eyes flickered, his thoughts surging.
This time, when the scene appeared, he did not feel discomfort.
Instead, there was a comfortable sensation.
Like he had received some kind of nourishment.
It seems that if I reach those places I once visited in the Simulation.
In those places, not only can my soul be nourished, but I can also investigate the truth of this heaven and earth through the soul images flickering in those places.
Lu Qingyang’s eyes gleamed with sharp light, a faint guess forming in his heart.
He vaguely felt that he was approaching the truth.
The veil over this world — sooner or later, he would lift it!
I remember that in the Simulation, after Sun-Moon Peak, there was a mountain range full of stars.
There, my cultivation seems to have gained tremendous rewards.
I wonder what kind of scene that place holds.
He stood up, a trace of yearning in his heart.
In the next moment, he suddenly discovered that faint, mysterious guidance had appeared once again.
Is this telling me it’s time to go?
Lu Qingyang’s heart stirred.
He surveyed his surroundings, confirmed there was nothing else left for him, and then left Sun-Moon Peak.
This departure — another fifty years passed.
Just as in the Simulation.
By the time he arrived at that mountain range full of stars.
He was already over ninety years old.
Though his cultivation had not advanced too greatly.
His aura had become even more restrained.
And when he stood above that mountain range full of stars.
He felt as though the starry sky all around was greeting him.
As if he were one of them.
And it was at this very moment.
The Blade Horn in his embrace suddenly trembled…