Ghost Lotus Mountain.
Yu Jue, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. The Ghost Lotus was his natal magic weapon, and he gave a strand of it to Linghu Lan. He could feel that the Ghost Lotus was under a very strong attack at this moment.
His heart suddenly felt uneasy. He went out of the room and looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and there was no movement. His unease grew stronger and stronger. He flew upwards and went to see what had happened.
Tianmen.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes as a shadow flashed past like lightning. The soldiers belatedly realized that someone had attacked, but by the time they turned around, the attacker had already disappeared. They had no choice but to quickly sound the alarm.
The sound of conch shells resounded through the sky.
They could hear it clearly from the Divine Rift Stele as well.
The Ghost Emperor laughed, "Hahaha, my ghost soldiers are coming to meet your 100,000 divine soldiers."
"Hmph!" The Emperor sneered, "Your underhanded tricks are laughable."
As they talked, their hands never stopped. The entire area around the God-Splitting Stele was filled with the sounds of the stele's booming, the ringing of conch shells, the pounding of palms, and the attacks of magical weapons. This caused Linghu Lan's eardrums to ache, and she almost coughed up blood.
The light emanating from the Ghost Lotus on her body grew dimmer and dimmer. If the Ghost Emperor hadn't intervened from time to time to deflect some of the magical treasures, the Ghost Lotus would probably have shattered by now. However, the God-Splitting Stele was too large, and it would take her at least ten more days to completely refine it.
Ten days.
That's enough to make her die ten times over.
They either give up, or the next time they try to refine the God-Splitting Stele, it might not be so easy, and the Emperor might refine it first.
Either don't give up... you might die here. As a qualified time traveler, of course you have to stay alive to have a chance to acquire powerful magical artifacts, obtain opportunities, and embrace handsome men.
Linghu Lan was preparing to call it a day and come back another year.
Suddenly, the pressure on her body eased, and all the magical artifacts that had attacked her rebounded, filling her ears with cries of pain.
Yu Jue's voice reached her ears, "Concentrate on refining it." The voice was clear and cold, with a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness, but to Linghu Lan, it was like heavenly music. She immediately focused on refining the God-Splitting Stele, ignoring the flying magic weapons and earth-shaking shouts behind her, and immersed herself in the refining process.
The God-Splitting Stele immediately let out a mournful cry, seemingly knowing that it could not escape its fate of being refined. Ghost Emperors, Emperors, Gods, Ghost Lords, Ghost Soldiers, and God Generals all went berserk, countless people died and their souls dissipated, while countless others gritted their teeth and persevered...
On the fifth day, the God-Splitting Stele emitted a mournful cry that shook heaven and earth.
By the seventh day, the aura of the God-Splitting Stele had dimmed considerably.
On the eighth day, the God-Splitting Stele was already gradually shrinking.
On the ninth day, the God-Splitting Stele had shrunk to an ordinary mountain. After it uttered a series of death cries, the hearts of all the gods ached, and the fighting became even more intense.
On the tenth day, the God-Splitting Stele began to surge again, as if it were about to pierce the heavens and earth. Everyone's hearts trembled. Had it been successfully refined, or had it failed?
Linghu Lan opened her eyes, flew up to the top of the God-Splitting Stele, and flew to the back of the stele. Next to the four characters "Jade Dust God," she engraved the four characters "Jade Absolute God."
Then……
With a flick of his wrist, the massive God-Splitting Stele instantly transformed into a small jade tablet, lying quietly in his palm.
The refining was successful!
Without the guardianship of the God-Splitting Stele, the entire Heavenly Court became restless. Countless mountains collapsed, palaces tilted, the stone pillars of the Heavenly Gate fell, the golden light dissipated, and the auspicious clouds fled. Gone was the former peace and tranquility; it became a scene of disaster.
The Ghost Emperor laughed loudly, "Your Majesty, what is the difference between your Heavenly Court and the Asura's Dojo?"
The Emperor was furious. He leaped into the air and headed straight for Linghu Lan.
This time, the Ghost Emperor did not stop him. He also wanted to see what was different about the Jade Dust God who had refined the God-Splitting Stele.
Linghu Lan glanced at the Emperor, smiled slightly, and the God-Splitting Stele instantly transformed into a huge brick in her hand. "Your Majesty, please accept this brick."
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