Chapter 257: The End of Time

This is an ancient hall, truly immense and boundless. Above it is a hazy starry river, seemingly connected to realms beyond, while below is a chaotic mist that envelops the entire hall.

The crowd was stunned; no one dared to attack. This hall was opened by themselves, and the grand stone door was countless miles high, as if it had opened up a world.

Within the ancient hall, there was a Kunpeng, lifelike and vivid, with golden eyes like two suns, watching everyone.

Its form constantly changed. At times it was entirely golden with black stripes, resembling a giant roc traversing the starry river, immense and boundless. At other times, it would sink into the chaos, resembling a giant fish, its body black as night, its back stretching for tens of thousands of miles, vast and endless.

Everyone was stunned. Was this a living Kunpeng? This was not an ordinary structure but a hall-world, so grand.

The Kunpeng looked down upon the world with disdain, its presence causing many beings to collapse to their knees, overwhelmed by its divine power and unbeatable aura.

"How could this be? The Kunpeng is still alive?"

The heroes trembled. After countless years and changes, the life mark of this being should have vanished. How could it appear now?

According to legends, the Kunpeng perished in ancient times, so this should be impossible. Its appearance made all the powerful beings uneasy.

The master of the divine nest was still alive, and they had come here to compete for treasures and techniques, which was tantamount to seeking death.

“Buzz”

In the next moment, the immense Kunpeng vanished, leaving the hall empty and silent, devoid of the previous aura.

“Eh, what’s happening? Why has it disappeared?”

“I understand now. This is the Kunpeng’s treasure technique. It must have manifested a divine phenomenon, surely hidden within the hall.”

The place erupted in excitement. Everyone rushed forward, whether they were powerful warriors or esteemed masters, unable to restrain themselves, their eyes reddened as they charged into the ancient hall.

Such a treasure technique was said to be unparalleled. If one could obtain and thoroughly study it, they could conquer the world and overcome any future calamities.

The hall was filled with mist, but it only reached knee height, resembling an otherworldly palace. Only by entering could one truly feel its grandeur.

People surged inside, traveling who knows how many miles without reaching the end, until they finally saw an ancient altar emerging in the void after a long time.

“There it is!”

At that moment, they felt the aura again and guessed that the altar likely held the original bone symbols of the Kunpeng, which had manifested a phenomenon filling the heavens and earth.

In an instant, various lights shot up, and treasure weapons ascended towards the altar.

The altar was as grand as a mountain, constructed from huge gray-brown stones. It looked extremely ancient, lacking any divine aura but closer to the Dao.

The Dao is simple and unadorned, not a glamorous sight, but a profound unity with heaven and earth, rising under the sky to become an altar.

Many guessed that this was likely the Kunpeng’s tomb, its final resting place. What they had seen earlier was its imprint, filling the sky.

Everyone rushed up. Such a grand altar had no runic killing formations. The Kunpeng was too disdainful for such things. If it wanted to slaughter everyone, no one could enter.

“Is this an altar or an ancient divine mountain?”

People were astonished. On this vast altar, there were spiritual herbs growing in the cracks between the stones, exuding dense spiritual energy. Additionally, a grand waterfall cascaded down, with misty vapors rolling.

It was believed that these herbs were not intentionally planted but had naturally emerged due to the gathering of heaven and earth’s spiritual essence and the intense vapors.

“That’s a quasi-saint herb!” The crowd was shocked.

A stone staircase led to the highest point of the altar. At the base of this staircase was a unique herb, surrounded by light rain, looking dreamlike.

This was a Star Grass, a rare herb that can evolve. When it grows four leaves, it becomes a spiritual herb, very precious.

The one in front of them had seven leaves, dazzling and brilliant. It had evolved to this stage, with the colors of the leaves changing, transparent and crystal clear, corresponding to the seven colors of the rainbow, dazzling to behold.

Most importantly, each leaf’s star patterns were more profound, flowing with misty divine light, as if adorned with stars, incredibly magnificent.

“Star Grass can actually grow seven leaves!” The crowd was amazed.

Usually, Star Grass is rare, with only four leaves found. The one in front was truly extraordinary.

“Once it grows eight leaves, it will become a saint herb. Eh, wait, look, its eighth leaf is already budding, about to turn into a saint herb.”

Someone exclaimed. At the top of the Star Grass, there was a bud surrounded by a ball of light, filled with the breath of life.

This drove people crazy. As long as it was dug up, carefully cultivated, and watered with spiritual springs, this herb would surely become a saint herb, extremely rare in the world.

Upon hearing the term “saint herb,” the various powerful beings erupted. Various runes flew up, all rushing forward.

“Boom”

Suddenly, a starry river descended, blasting away those who had approached. The crowd stopped, their hearts racing. The beam of light, resembling a starry river, was enough to shatter mountains and rivers.

“What are those weapons?”

The sword embryos seen earlier in the cold pool had escaped here because Shi Hao had taken the exquisite tower made of chaotic earth. These spiritual artifacts, strong but rough, were frightened and fled here.

In addition, there were some weapons that were not rough but true ancient divine objects.

“Kunpeng’s magical weapons, weapons it used.”

Nothing was more shocking. Apart from the treasure technique, the most valuable things to Kunpeng were these, and they were all displayed on this altar.

At the highest point, a weapon floated, surrounded by divine light. Apart from the rough objects, there was a delicate dragon tooth dagger, a golden fan, and a black ruler.

The most special weapon at the center, surrounded by other magical items, itself flowed with misty chaotic aura, incredibly terrifying and world-shaking.

Upon closer inspection, it was actually broken. It was a large halberd, ancient and unadorned, with even the blade dull and lacking luster. It was broken into three sections, shrouded in thick chaotic gas.

“End of Time”

“This is the legendary weapon, the supreme in the Heavenly Realm, one of the top ten weapons from ancient times.”

Even the esteemed ones were stunned, shaking with excitement and disbelief. It was truly a mythical weapon.

End of Time followed Kunpeng throughout his life, invincible in battle. Any treasure in its presence would be reduced to dust. Some said it was forged from a true dragon, while others said it was created from Kunpeng’s own bone symbols.

Regardless, its power was undeniable, indestructible, capable of slaying gods and demons, and massacring beasts and divine birds in the Heavenly Realm.

In ancient times, this weapon was stained with divine blood, having killed countless experts. In that era, all races trembled, and mentioning the words “End of Time” made any powerful being shudder with cold.

Its display here drove people mad and left them puzzled. It was actually broken into three pieces. Why did this happen?

There were no reports of it breaking. People only knew that it had disappeared with its master, sinking into the Kunpeng’s lair, never to see the light of day again.

It now seemed that there were hidden truths. The battle that took place back then was so fierce that it even broke the End of Time. How terrifying must it have been?

Kunpeng wielding the End of Time represented invincibility, and yet it was driven to this point. Could it be that Kunpeng's fall was related to this?

Soon, people became troubled again, including the esteemed ones who frowned. Even though the End of Time was broken into three pieces, it was still too powerful for them to take. Especially since their cultivation was suppressed, and only their spiritual bodies remained here, their hope was even more remote.

The starry river they had seen earlier was the End of Time falling, not an attack on people, but such naturally falling light rain was so terrifying—who could resist it?

In front of them was clearly a divine treasure house displaying ancient treasures, but they could only watch helplessly. The feeling was incredibly complex.

Everyone felt like a thousand claws were scratching their hearts, deeply frustrated. So many weapons were displayed, yet they couldn't get close; it was tormenting.

“Kunpeng's lair is cracked open. It shouldn’t be making things difficult for future generations. It should have left behind a legacy, a gift to later generations. Otherwise, we wouldn't have made it here.”

Someone whispered, grasping the key issue.

Everyone became solemn and then fell silent. They extended their spiritual senses, trying to communicate with the weapons on the altar, hoping to gain their recognition.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Not only the End of Time, but even the golden fan, the black ruler, and the dragon tooth dagger showed no response. Even those sword embryos and rough artifacts ignored them.

Saint herbs and divine weapons were all displayed here, truly unparalleled divine treasures, but they could only look longingly, unable to approach, leaving people helpless.

“We must obtain them.”

The descendants of the Sea God stared at the broken End of Time with eyes flashing with a crazy light. He was very fond of it because he originally used a war halberd.

Not just him, several young people from the Ancient Divine Mountain also had glowing eyes, filled with immense desire. The legendary divine weapon was meant for heroes of the world. They were young and on the rise, longing for legends.

As for the esteemed ones, obtaining this weapon could ensure their clan’s eternal prosperity.

“It’s broken, but it can be repaired.” Shi Hao muttered to himself. From the first sight of this weapon, he couldn’t take his eyes off it, hoping to hold it in his hands and dominate the heavens and earth.

“Everyone, there is only one way left. We must bring out Kunpeng’s remains, scales, feathers, and use them to ascend the altar, or we will get nothing.” Someone spoke up.

People nodded. Many powerful forces had come, including the masters of the overseas divine islands and various esteemed ones, some of whom could surely bring out some remains.

In this way, even Shi Hao managed to bring out a piece, which he had obtained from the demoness during their plunder of Mo Shang and later given to him when she left.

When the descendants of the Sea God saw this, their brows furrowed, and they were burning with anger.

Eventually, people brought these scales and feathers and ascended to the highest point of the altar. The weapons indeed did not attack, but they did not dare to collect the saint herbs or touch the black ruler, dragon tooth dagger, golden fan, or End of Time.

At this moment, people’s eyes were fixed, staring at the center where there was a stone platform, resembling a coffin, lying horizontally.

On that stone platform was a bone, golden with black stripes, covered in runes, radiating the mysteries of the heavens.

“It’s it, it’s definitely it!” The crowd shouted.

To be continued in Chapter Two.