This was an ancient hall, truly immense, boundless in its grandeur. Above, a hazy river of stars stretched endlessly, as if connected to realms beyond. Below, a mist of primal chaos enveloped the entire structure. The crowd stood dumbfounded—no one dared to attack, for the hall had opened on its own. The towering stone gate, reaching tens of thousands of zhang high, seemed to unveil an entire world!
Within the ancient hall, a Leviathan Roc stood vividly alive, its golden eyes blazing like twin suns, fixed upon all who dared enter. Its form shifted ceaselessly—one moment a colossal golden roc streaked with black, spanning the starry heavens; the next, it plunged into the chaos, transforming into a gargantuan black fish, its back stretching beyond measure.
The onlookers froze. Was this a living Leviathan Roc? This was no ordinary structure—it was a hall-world, vast beyond comprehension. The Leviathan Roc surveyed the world with disdain, its divine might overwhelming. Many creatures could not withstand its presence and immediately prostrated themselves in reverence.
“How can this be? The Leviathan Roc still lives?!” The crowd trembled. Eons had passed, seas had turned to fields, dynasties had risen and fallen—this creature’s life imprint should have long vanished. Yet here it was. Legends spoke of the Leviathan Roc perishing in the primordial era—how could it appear now?
The master of this divine nest was alive, and they had come to plunder its treasures? Were they courting death?
“Hum!” In the next instant, the colossal Leviathan Roc vanished. The hall fell silent, empty, devoid of the earlier aura.
“What happened? Where did it go?”
“I understand now! This is the Leviathan Roc’s Treasure Spell—it manifested a divine vision! It must be hidden within this hall!”
The crowd erupted into frenzy. Everyone surged forward—powerful figures, lofty sovereigns—all lost control, their eyes burning with greed as they charged into the ancient hall.
Such a Treasure Spell was said to be peerless. To master it would mean supremacy over the world, the ability to weather any calamity.
The hall was filled with mist, rising only to knee height, as if they had stepped into an immortal palace. Only now did they truly grasp its vastness.
They rushed inward, running for miles without reaching the end. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, an ancient altar materialized in the void.
“There!”
The aura returned. They surmised that atop the altar lay the Leviathan Roc’s primordial bone, its power saturating the heavens, manifesting its true form earlier.
Instantly, beams of light shot forth as treasures soared toward the altar.
The altar, mountain-like in scale, was built from massive gray-brown stones, unadorned yet profoundly attuned to the Dao. The Great Dao was simplicity itself—no grandeur, only harmony with heaven and earth.
Many speculated this was the Leviathan Roc’s tomb, its final resting place. The earlier vision was its imprint, filling the skies.
Everyone surged forward. Strangely, the colossal altar bore no lethal runes or traps. The Leviathan Roc disdained such measures—had it wished to slay them, none would have entered.
“Is this an altar or a primordial divine mountain?”
The altar was awe-inspiring. Spirit herbs grew between its stones, shrouded in dense spiritual energy. A majestic waterfall cascaded down, its essence thick as liquid.
These were no mere planted treasures—they were born of the altar’s innate spiritual richness.
“That’s… a quasi-saint herb!”
A stone staircase led to the altar’s peak. At its base stood a unique plant, bathed in radiant light, dreamlike in its beauty.
A Star Grass—a rare spirit herb capable of evolution. With four leaves, it was a treasure. But this one bore seven, each leaf crystalline, shimmering in rainbow hues, its veins pulsing with starlight.
“Star Grass can grow seven leaves?!”
Most astonishingly, an eighth bud had begun to sprout—this herb was on the verge of becoming a saint herb!
The mere mention of “saint herb” sent the crowd into a frenzy.
“Boom!”
A river of stars descended, repelling those who drew near. The crowd halted, hearts pounding. That beam could crush mountains!
“That’s… the weapons!”
The sword embryos and other treasures that had fled earlier now hovered here, having been startled by Shi Hao’s theft of the Chaos Earth Pagoda. Among them were true primordial divine artifacts—weapons once wielded by the Leviathan Roc itself!
At the summit floated eight or nine weapons, each radiating divine light. A golden fan, a black ruler, a dragon-tooth dagger—and at the center, the most terrifying of all.
A broken halberd, shrouded in primal chaos, its blade dull and fractured into three pieces.
“Tianhuang!”
One of the Ten Great Weapons of the primordial era!
Even the sovereigns trembled. Tianhuang had followed the Leviathan Roc through countless battles, unstoppable, said to be forged from a true dragon’s bone—or perhaps the Leviathan Roc’s own.
Yet it lay here, shattered. What cataclysm could have broken it?
The crowd ached with desire. Such treasures lay before them, yet they could not approach.
“The Leviathan Roc’s nest has cracked open. It wouldn’t bar descendants from its legacy,” someone reasoned.
They tried communicating with the weapons, but none responded—not Tianhuang, nor the fan, ruler, or dagger.
The saint herb, the divine weapons—all within reach, yet untouchable.
“We must obtain them,” the Sea God’s descendant muttered, eyes locked on Tianhuang.
Shi Hao, too, was entranced. “Even broken, it can be reforged.”
“Everyone, there’s only one way,” a voice declared. “We must use the Leviathan Roc’s remnants—scales, feathers—to ascend the altar. Otherwise, we gain nothing.”
Even Shi Hao produced a fragment—plundered from Mo Shang, gifted by the Enchantress. The Sea God’s descendant glared in fury.
With these relics in hand, they climbed to the altar’s peak. The weapons did not attack, but none dared touch the saint herb or the divine artifacts.
At the center lay a stone platform, resembling a coffin. Upon it rested a bone—golden streaked with black, etched with dense, mysterious runes.
“That’s it!” the crowd roared. “The Leviathan Roc’s bone!”
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