When Chu Mo opened his eyes, he was already in a mysterious hall.
Senior, where is this place?
Chu Mo looked on with curiosity.
The main hall was magnificent and vast, entirely cast in stone, and exuded an ancient and weathered charm.
In the very center of the main hall, there were two boxes, one large and one small, as well as a long, rectangular wooden box.
The White Emperor glanced at him and smiled, "We are currently inside the stone table."
Although surprised, Chu Mo was already used to such methods due to the presence of the bronze cauldron.
It's merely a means to an end; as the saying goes, "One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi."
It's not surprising that such a large stone table has this much space.
He was filled with curiosity and anticipation for those boxes, though.
I wonder what treasures might be inside?
As if seeing through his thoughts, Bai Di smiled faintly and said softly:
"If you're curious, just open it and take a look. The things inside are useless to me now, so you can take them all."
"Thank you for your great kindness, senior. Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony with you any longer."
Chu Mo was overjoyed and rushed to the wooden box, quickly opening it.
A majestic and domineering aura of killing intent suddenly emanated from it, its divine power overwhelming and sending chills down one's spine.
Even with Chu Mo's current cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
It was an ancient-looking bone sword, dark gold in color, with a blade resembling bamboo joints, as if it were made from animal bones.
The sword is three feet eight inches long, much longer than a typical longsword.
Chu Mo reached out and picked it up, only to find it heavy in his hand, and was immediately shocked.
This sword weighs no less than ten thousand catties; it is definitely no ordinary sword!
At this moment, Bai Di was filled with emotion, his thoughts seemingly lost in memories.
After a long while, he calmed down and sighed softly:
"This was my sword back then, named Godfall. Now I present it to you."
"This Divine Fall Sword was forged by an ancient god using the sacred bone of his own spine when he was about to perish."
"It can shatter all illusions, immortal techniques, and precious armor in the world. Those who are killed by it, even if they are immortal venerables, can never be resurrected. It is an unparalleled divine artifact."
Upon hearing this introduction, Chu Mo's heart pounded wildly, as if struck by lightning.
This sword is truly amazing; after it killed someone, even a Celestial Venerable couldn't be resurrected.
It should be understood that even if a Nascent Soul cultivator dies, as long as the Nascent Soul remains intact, they can be resurrected using another person's body.
As for the Immortal Venerable, he probably only has a drop of essence blood left, which he can use to regenerate.
This bone sword can actually completely extinguish all the life force of an immortal venerable?
Although he didn't know exactly how terrifying the Immortal Venerable was, just the fact that he was associated with the word "immortal" was enough to demonstrate his immense power.
Compared to it, my own Spirit-Slaying Sword is nothing short of a toy.
Seeing his expression, the old man couldn't help but stroke his beard and chuckle:
"The power of this sword is far beyond your imagination. Now, pledge your blood to it and I hope you can use it to restore its former glory!"
Chu Mo quickly complied.
As his blood seeped into the sword, a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously.
The bone sword, which had previously exuded a terrifying aura, instantly became quiet and docile.
"Master, I'm going to rest now. Please wake me up if you need anything."
A voice, intimate yet slightly weak, echoed in Chu Mo's mind.
Then, with a "whoosh," the bone sword disappeared into the Niwan Palace acupoint on his forehead.
Chu Mo looked on curiously and saw that the bone sword was quietly residing deep in his mind, facing the bronze cauldron from afar, clearly distinct.
"Senior, why does this artifact spirit seem... a bit weak?"
Chu Mo withdrew from his sea of consciousness, then looked at the old man with curiosity and asked.
The White Emperor sighed slightly and explained:
"The spirit of this sword was severely injured during the great battle. Although it has recovered most of its strength, it habitually falls into a deep sleep."
"However, in the realm of immortals, the bone sword does not need a weapon spirit; it is sufficient to handle the situation."
"If we encounter an existence beyond the realm of immortals, we can then awaken the artifact spirit."
Chu Mo was immediately shocked and pleasantly surprised.
It's already this terrifying without the aid of a spirit; if it were to awaken, wouldn't the power of the bone sword be even more incredible?
With this treasure, even cultivators who have survived one or two tribulations might not be a match for me.
Hehe, I wonder what's in the remaining two boxes?
Having tasted the sweetness, he immediately became eager, just like his first time.
Without the old man needing to tell him, he quickly opened another large box.
Inside, there were jade bottles and jars filled with pills.
Each bottle of pills also had some instructions carefully affixed to its top.
Chu Mo curiously picked up a few bottles and examined them carefully.
【Creation Pill】: It can greatly enhance a cultivator's cultivation talent and physique, increasing the chances of becoming an immortal.
[Breakthrough Pill]: Allows low-level cultivators to break through their cultivation realm without any obstacles. It is only effective for cultivators below the Tribulation Transcending level.
[Tribulation-Crossing Pill]: After consuming this pill, a cultivator's resistance to heavenly tribulations will increase by two times for a short period of time...
Chu Mo was immediately dumbfounded.
These pills are so incredibly effective, they're practically elixirs of immortality!
"Senior, do these pills... really have such miraculous effects?"
Although he knew perfectly well that the effect was most likely real,
But he couldn't help asking in shock, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy and eagerness.
The White Emperor nodded calmly, and sighed slightly:
"These pills were all made by the Pill Emperor of yesteryear; they can be called celestial pills."
"It was made by him for the younger generation of my family after he lost a bet with me, but unfortunately..."
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