"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a seven-star reward, Panhuang Ti Sword!"
As the system's voice fell, the void in front of Jun Xiaoyao was abruptly torn open.
Imdiately, an ancient sword with an air of simplicity appeared before Jun Xiaoyao.
This ancient sword was similar to the one Jun Xiaoyao had previously seen on Yang Pan.
However, that Panhuang Life Sword exuded an aura of all living beings, and its blade was also carved with hundreds of millions of living creatures.
But this Panhuang Ti Sword, its entire body flowed with a simple and distant sense of ti.
Carved on the body of this sword were the rotation of the sun and moon, the changing of the four seasons, the revolution of the stars, and the passage of ti.
Just a glance gave one a feeling of ancient vicissitude.
"Interesting. I didn't expect to obtain one of the three Panhuang Swords."
Even with Jun Xiaoyao's composed and calm personality, at this mont, he rarely showed such delight.
Although sign-in rewards were random, sotis they seed to have a slight connection to the sign-in location.
There was no discernible pattern to this.
However, regardless, being able to obtain a seven-star reward, and moreover, the Panhuang Ti Sword, was definitely an unexpected joyous surprise for Jun Xiaoyao.
"Have I evolved from a non-chief (unlucky person) to a European emperor (lucky person)?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured. (TN: "非酋" (fēiqiú) - literally "African chief," slang for soone with bad luck in gacha gas. "欧皇" (ōuhuáng) - literally "European emperor," slang for soone with extrely good luck in gacha gas.)
Last ti he signed in at the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom's imperial palace, he had only received a four-star reward.
Shaking his head slightly, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grasped the Panhuang Ti Sword.
Instantly, he felt a power of ti flowing.
His entire arm felt as if it were about to age within ti.
At this mont, the twenty Da Luo Immortal Bones in his arm glowed, resisting the erosion of this power of ti.
"Interesting. If soone else obtained this Panhuang Ti Sword, they would likely find it difficult to use for a while," Jun Xiaoyao said.
The power of ti was very mysterious and terrifying.
If an ordinary person were to approach this Panhuang Ti Sword, they would probably age and wither imdiately.
Unless they were so strong experts capable of resisting it with their own strength.
With a slight thought, Jun Xiaoyao, holding the Panhuang Ti Sword, casually slashed towards the bronze puppets behind him.
Instantly, a semi-illusory sword light swept past, and those bronze puppets began to decay and age, then directly turned into a pile of copper rust powder on the ground.
"Indeed very strong," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
With his current realm, he couldn't exert much of the Panhuang Ti Sword's power.
But this casual slash was incredibly powerful.
Suddenly, the Supre Bone in Jun Xiaoyao's chest trembled again, as if a certain resonance had occurred.
"The Supre Bone is acting up again. Last ti it was because of that Samsara Dao Gold," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
Thinking this way, the Supre Bone's next divine ability seed to be related to the power of ti and reincarnation.
"It seems that when I have ti later, I'll have to make a trip to the Holy Spirit Academy to investigate whether that Reincarnation Holy Spirit can cause my Supre Bone to undergo a transformation," Jun Xiaoyao said to himself.
He stored the Panhuang Ti Sword into his spatial artifact.
"If that Panwu Divine Lord knew that I obtained the Panhuang Ti Sword, which he has been painstakingly searching for, just by casually signing in, he would probably cough up blood from anger, right?" Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile.
Currently, the Panhuang Life Sword was in Yang Pan's hands.
The Panhuang Ti Sword was in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.
Only the Panhuang Void Sword remained.
"No rush. The reason I spared Yang Pan's life wasn't it precisely to use him as a coolie to find the Panhuang Void Sword? When the ti cos, I just need to snatch it from him."
Jun Xiaoyao's plans were flawless; he had long thought of a backup plan.
Yang Pan's only value in living was to help him find the final Panhuang Void Sword.
That Panwu Divine Lord clearly also had this idea.
However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind. No one could snatch away what he wanted to obtain.
"Just this Panhuang Ti Sword alone makes this trip worthwhile," Jun Xiaoyao continued forward.
Even if, in the end, Jun Xiaoyao didn't find the opportunity for his Sacred Body phenonon to transform, he wouldn't have any regrets.
One sword, and he had already gotten his money's worth.
After getting rid of those bronze puppets, Jun Xiaoyao continued to delve deeper into the Panwu Mausoleum.
Ancient palace halls were covered in thick dust.
Most of these halls were empty.
Evidently, the fortuitous encounters inside had long been plundered by the Panwu Divine Dynasty.
As for the occasional overlooked Saint Pills, Treasure dicines, Saint dicines, Marquis-grade weapons, and so on, Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind at all.
At this mont, a peculiar palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.
That palace was located in the most remote corner of the depths of the Panwu Mausoleum, surrounded by overgrown weeds.
There were even so chains outside, circling that area, as if to prevent people from approaching.
"Huh... that is..." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze narrowed.
In most places within this Panwu Mausoleum, traces of previous exploration could be seen.
Only that one palace hall seed untouched by human presence.
Moreover, there seed to be a blood-colored mist缭绕 (coiling/lingering) around it.
What made Jun Xiaoyao curious was not just the strange state of the palace hall.
It was more because his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, vaguely, actually had a slight reaction.
Jun Xiaoyao made up his mind and directly strode forward.
He pushed open the doors of the palace hall; it was pitch black inside.
Gusts of sinister wind blew out. An ordinary person would definitely be so scared their hair would stand on end, but Jun Xiaoyao was calm and composed.
His Desolate Ancient Sacred Body suppressed all demons, ghosts, and evil spirits, as well as dark powers, so he had nothing to fear.
Just then, the rattling sound of chains ca from the depths of the darkness.
It felt as if sothing imprisoned by chains had begun to move.
"Hmm?" Just as Jun Xiaoyao focused his attention.
A blood-red fist wind suddenly blasted out from the depths of the darkness.
Simultaneously, a beast-like roar was emitted.
"What the hell?"
Jun Xiaoyao pushed out horizontally with his right arm. Twenty Da Luo Immortal Bones glowed, and an incomparably sacred aura coiled out, colliding with that blood-red fist wind.
Boom!
With a tremor, the entire palace hall trembled.
And under the illumination of the Da Luo Immortal Bones' light, he also saw clearly the figure before him.
It was actually a figure with hair hanging down to the ground, like a wild man.
A pair of scarlet eyes were filled with chaotic frenzy.
But what concerned Jun Xiaoyao was not this wild man's appearance, but his physique.
It was also a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body!
Bang!
After the collision, Jun Xiaoyao and the wild man's figure both retreated simultaneously.
Jun Xiaoyao's arm was numb.
"Fortunately, I have the Da Luo Immortal Bones and the Godly Elephant Suppressing Prison Force's augntation; otherwise, the outco would be hard to predict." Jun Xiaoyao's expression was very grave.
In the depths of this Panwu Mausoleum, within a sealed palace hall.
How could a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body appear?
Moreover, it wasn't an ordinary Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
This Desolate Ancient Sacred Body felt like it had undergone so kind of modification, a mutated Fallen Sacred Body.
That's right, a Fallen Sacred Body!
Because the vital energy of a Sacred Body was a dazzling and sacred gold, but the vital energy of this Fallen Sacred Body was an ominous dark red.
"This Fallen Sacred Body definitely isn't Emperor Panwu. What kind of existence is it?"
Jun Xiaoyao's heart was filled with doubt and confusion.
(End of this Chapter)
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