Chapter 670: Return to Qionghua, Meeting with Weapons Drawn

The next day, everyone once again sat in rows in the lounge area with eager anticipation, waiting to watch Boss Fang's live stream.

Jumang shared the same view of mortals as the Divine Dragon; these microscopic existences were simply not worth his wrath, and considering that Han Lingsha had not stolen the divine bow for selfish desires, Jumang merely intended to expel the few from the Sacred Tomb of Heaven rather than dealing a fatal blow.

"Hmm? The Breath of the Divine Dragon?" At the moment Yun Tianhe channeled his energy, Jumang seemed to sense a peculiar aura upon him, "What is your relationship with the Dragon of Torch Flame?"

"What relationship?" Yun Tianhe thought for a moment, replying somewhat dazed, "A simple relationship of fighting each other."

"!?? "

Not only was Jumang stunned for a moment, but the onlookers in the crowd were also dazed for a long while.

"666!"

"Tianhe is awesome!"

"Hahaha, a fighting relationship is kind of amazing!"

The audience currently watching unleashed a torrent of bullet comments across the screen.

"Hahaha, this Tianhe is too amusing!" A group of elves also made merry, as it honestly sounded like nothing was wrong with that logic, "Look, Jumang’s face has turned completely black!"

"Hahaha, he truly is a wild man! He understands absolutely nothing."

"Insolent!" At this moment, Jumang struck once more, though fortunately this strike was merely to test the trio's strength; upon ultimately discovering that their power was indeed extraordinary and that they might truly possess the potential to clash with the Dragon of Torch Flame, he finally relented.

Yet claiming the divine bow had clearly become an impossibility, as Jumang spoke: "The hands of a sinner (Han Lingsha) shall not defile a divine artifact; only one whose heart is as clear as a mirror, pure through three lifetimes, is qualified to become the master of this divine weapon!"

"Eh? Can't this Tianhe take it then?" In the Yuanyang City shop, Jessica enthusiastically ate another slice of spiritual melon; though she could not play, she could at least watch, "It feels like Yun Tianhe is just like a blank sheet of paper, wouldn't he fit this requirement?"

Evidently, Jumang had also sensed it; Yun Tianhe possessed the Breath of the Divine Dragon, and perhaps he truly was distinct from the rest.

At this time, Boss Fang, who was live-streaming, remarked: "With this kind of thing, you can't just expect me to take it just because you say I can't, right."

"You hurt Lingsha..." Yun Tianhe was visibly furious over this, "What is there to cherish about it?"

The group of elves watched with faces full of envy, wishing nothing more than to hug that bow and carry it back themselves.

Ah! This Yun Tianhe is actually acting tsundere! It's absolutely infuriating!

On the screen, the others could be seen offering a wave of persuasion; after all, the trio had made it here with great difficulty, so wouldn't it be a wasted effort if they didn't take it?

Finally, he picked up the Houyi Sun-Shooting Bow.

"I want to try it too..." The elves were clearly delighted by the hunt, surprised that one could personally wield such a divine weapon!

Reflecting on it, this group of scenery-lovers hadn't even seen the Divine Dragon yet, and who knew how long it would take.

...A wave of depression ensued.

"Let's see how the boss plays first..."

"See how powerful this bow is..."

"Pangu decreed that across the six realms, all things possess their own destiny; mortals gaze up at the sky, ignorant of the sun and moon's hidden rest, the changing of the four seasons; between the dark and the light, all creation has followed cause and effect, and the eternally vast is called the 'Heavenly Way'; from this day forth, the Houyi Sun-Shooting Bow honors you as its master."

"Why is it so profound?" The players in the new shop were utterly bewildered, feeling as though they were listening to divine teachings, faintly sensing the ultimate truth within yet finding it elusive.

They just felt it was incredibly powerful!

"The mystic realm in this shop..." Everyone looked at each other, how could it be so magnificent?!

It was practically like a vast and complete world.

The journey to the Sacred Tomb of Heaven, provided one did not wander aimlessly, could be considered thrilling but safe; because of the Breath of the Dragon upon his person, even a divine general like Jumang would show a degree of respect.

Therefore, the combat process and difficulty would appear somewhat simpler compared to the battle with the Divine Dragon.

The strength of the Houyi Sun-Shooting Bow depended on its master's capability; of course, in the system version, you could also perform a slick maneuver by controlling Yun Tianhe to grab the bow first, though Jumang would still test the strength of the few, it was just that the clearing conditions were relatively simpler.

When the group entered the Illusory Realm of Nightmares once more, they witnessed the past events in much greater detail within the illusion.

Back then, Sect Leader Daoist Master Taiqing had died in battle, and the entire demon realm shrouded the heads of all Qionghua disciples like a shadow, which was what led the internal disciples to hold various differing opinions.

But in reality, Liu Mengli’s mother, Chanyou, the ruler of the demon realm, was in no better shape.

And this was precisely the moment when Xuanxiao shattered the ice and emerged, with the dual swords of Xihe and Wangshu in hand, further fusing the Xihe Yang energy and the Ice-Condensing Art's cold energy within his body—an absolute peak where Yin and Yang harmonized.

Under the formidable power of the dual swords, the barrier shattered, countless demons were slaughtered, and the violet crystals supporting the energy of the Illusory Realm of Nightmares were completely plundered; driven by the impending ascension to immortality, the Qionghua Sect disciples had nearly lost themselves to bloodlust, and when Murong Ziying and Yun Tianhe's group offered slight resistance, it immediately turned into a situation of crossing blades with their own fellow disciples.

Facts proved that certain things could truly drive people to madness.

The demon general Guixie died in battle at the entrance of the demon realm; on one side was Chanyou, the ruler of the demon realm at her wit's end, and on the other was Xuanxiao in his absolute prime.

Everyone at this moment looked at Xuanxiao before them, whose long hair flowed wildly, exuding a dense and fierce flame energy that seemed to overflow from his body; possessing unrivaled and tyrannical strength, he made everyone's hearts tremble involuntarily, and they had never felt this terrified even when facing the Divine General Jumang.

One moment the flames surged, the next the icy aura pressed down; that palpable murderous intent radiating from his entire being almost suffocated people right through the screen.

Under the overwhelming tide of events, Yun Tianhe and the others were virtually at a loss; with countless demons being slaughtered, the few could only guard Liu Mengli and the remaining survivors.

A divine artifact chooses its master; this was true for the Houyi Sun-Shooting Bow, and it was equally true for Wangshu.

Perhaps it truly was the work of destiny; the host of this generation for the Wangshu Sword happened to be Han Lingsha—this person born at an auspiciously dark hour whose fate aligned against the heavenly waters was the one who caused Wangshu to awaken; this was why nothing had happened despite Yun Tianhe using Wangshu for so long, yet a careless strike in Shichen had directly collapsed his parents' tomb.

However, the power of Wangshu was tyrannical; once unleashed, a host who had not cultivated would only suffer damage to their primordial spirit, and an act like using the dual swords' power to snare the demon realm was naturally even more so; Han Lingsha's lifespan was brief due to the matters of the Han clan, so her early demise was naturally not without cause.

Yun Tianhe had previously felt guilty over his father's actions, gifting the Wangshu Sword to Xuanxiao and contributing to his breaking out of the ice, completely unaware of this detail.

To learn of it now was already too late.

"Tianhe, we haven't seen each other for a while, big brother has missed you dearly." Although there was indeed an intention to utilize him, Xuanxiao still remembered the person who had helped him during his most difficult time, even swearing an oath of brotherhood with him.

For Yun Tianhe, perhaps it was also because the people he met after descending the mountain had all treated him very well, leaving him full of trust toward anyone, including Xuanxiao: "Big brother... was everything a lie you told me? In truth, you only wanted to reclaim the Wangshu Sword? You only wanted to ascend to immortality and seize the spiritual power of the Illusory Realm of Nightmares?"

"At this stage, what does what is true or false still matter." Xuanxiao spoke deeply, "The most important thing is that I still consider you a brother; once I become an immortal, saving Han Lingsha will be a matter of mere convenience!"

Xuanxiao even repeatedly invited Yun Tianhe to ascend together, to jointly complete this eternal grand achievement of the Qionghua Sect.