Watching
Everyone's emotions reached a fever pitch at that moment.
"A hero — now that's what a hero looks like. Damn it all, this is a hero."
"And the rest of us? We're nothing but cowards."
Suddenly, the Holy Beast Hall Master roared at the top of his lungs.
His words practically cursed everyone present, yet not a single person had the will to refute him.
After all, he'd included himself in the insult.
And it wasn't without reason.
"Truly, heroes emerge from the young. Forget the younger generation — even those of our age can't compare."
"This old man has roamed the Sacred Light
Grand Elder Zhao Chunqiu of the Cloud Sky Immortal Sect spoke with fervent passion.
Seeing so many people praising Chu Feng,
After all, he was the man she had her eye on.
And Long Xiaoxiao's parents, along with
They too were proud of Chu Feng.
But as the praise continued to pour in for Chu Feng, Yin Daifen's heart grew increasingly wretched.
Such an outstanding Chu Feng — and what had she done to him?
She'd slandered him, framed him, and even tried to have him killed.
Her actions stood in stark contrast to his.
No one had scolded her, but the shame and anguish she felt were suffocating.
"Hmph—"
But just after Chu Feng vanished, a disdainful voice echoed from within the Ancient Burial Ground.
It was the disciple of Wish God Granny.
Though she had entered the Ancient Burial Ground ahead of everyone else, she hadn't ventured far inside.
Those outside couldn't see what was within, but from her position just inside the gate, she had a clear view of everything happening outside.
Chu Feng's battle on behalf of everyone had not escaped her notice.
"I never imagined there was such an arrogance fool in this world."
"No matter how extraordinary his talent, he'll sooner or later bring about his own ruin."
"Someone like this doesn't deserve heaven's favor."
The disciple of Wish God Granny spoke in a withered, aged voice, and her words carried not reproach but pure contempt.
She then turned her gaze toward what lay behind her.
That was the interior of the Ancient Burial Ground.
As it turned out, once you entered the true Ancient Burial Ground, it looked nothing like the illusory realm from before.
Within the illusion, beyond the great gate had been a dazzling treasure trove filled with all manner of supreme weapons.
But the real Ancient Burial Ground was nothing more than a vast, empty hall.
The primordial aura within was extraordinarily dense, yet the hall itself was decrepit and worn.
As for treasure — there was not a single piece.
However, dozens of stone steles stood in rows throughout the space.
Each stele bore the carved image of a weapon, along with a brief inscription.
"So it truly exists?"
After surveying the hall, the disciple of Wish God Granny fixed her gaze upon one particular stele.
Carved upon it was the image of a long sword — one that appeared rather plain and unremarkable.
But the line of text beside it made it clear that this sword's origins were far from ordinary.
The Primordial Hero Sword — a treasure left behind from the Primordial Era, classified among the Sovereign Weapons.
Though the inscription was brief and offered little elaboration, the word "Primordial" alone spoke volumes about the magnitude of this sword's lineage.
"This is the one."
As she spoke, the disciple of Wish God Granny placed her aged, withered hand upon the stele.
Hummmm—
The ground suddenly trembled, and the stele began to rise slowly from the earth. As it ascended, it grew larger and larger.