Chapter 184: The Primordial Sword Seed
The Primordial Sword Seed
Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
And now—
What would this box bring?
"Open!"
Victor didn’t hesitate.
He selected the mystery box.
[Ding!! Mystery box opened successfully! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained: Ancient Tomb Jade (True)]
"Hm?"
Victor blinked.
He stared at the notification for a moment.
He had learned about the Ancient Tomb Jade from Damien and the others earlier.
Now he finally understood why the Falling Goose Lunar Saint had been willing to attack juniors over it.
Clearly, this object carried extraordinary fortune.
But Victor hadn’t expected to obtain one from a mystery box.
And more importantly—
There was an additional word at the end.
"(True)."
Victor’s brows lifted.
"Are the others all fakes, then?"
He focused on the jade’s information.
[Ancient Tomb Jade (True): The Tomb of Immortals holds countless inheritances. The jade is the key. All others are decoys—only this one is true!]
Victor’s eyes narrowed.
A cyan jade appeared in his hand.
It was small.
Smooth.
Ancient.
Yet unlike the Ancient Tomb Jades carried by Nux and the others, this one shimmered with an ethereal radiance.
At its center was a single crimson drop.
Blood.
Just one drop.
Yet the moment Victor looked at it, he felt an indescribable aura radiating from within.
Ancient.
Mysterious.
Immortal.
It was almost as if that tiny drop had survived countless ages without suffering the slightest decay.
Victor’s gaze became serious.
Like the legendary...
Immortal Blood!
The Tomb of Immortals.
Even Victor knew that this was no ordinary inheritance ground.
It was a place of profound mystery.
Far more terrifying than the Heavenly Secret Realm.
When it opened, the Ancient Tomb Jades would respond.
It had already been more than three thousand years since the Tomb of Immortals had last appeared.
Such a long period of silence meant that nobody could predict what would happen when it appeared again.
But Victor didn’t dwell on it.
Not yet.
If the Tomb of Immortals truly opened in the future, he would decide what to do then.
For now—
He simply put the jade away.
His hand shifted.
A pitch-black sword appeared in his grasp.
The moment it emerged, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become strangely quiet.
It was utterly unremarkable.
There was no visible Great Laws of World surrounding it.
No powerful law fluctuations.
No dazzling brilliance.
It possessed none of the arrogance that usually accompanied a divine weapon.
It looked like a sword forged from ordinary iron.
Plain.
Dark.
Silent.
Almost disappointingly ordinary.
But somehow—
The moment this black sword appeared—
Something changed.
Victor’s golden eyes slowly narrowed.
Even the air around him seemed to become heavier.
The sword remained perfectly still in his hand.
Yet beneath that ordinary black surface, something ancient seemed to be waiting.
Something that had not awakened.
Something that had been silent for far too long.
And Victor could feel it.
The sword was not ordinary.
Not even close.
The Heavenly-rank supreme treasure Sovereign Star Blade, which had always hung at Victor’s waist—
Its blade trembled uncontrollably.
The sound was almost inaudible at first.
A faint metallic hum.
Then another.
The Sovereign Star Blade shuddered harder, its edge vibrating within its sheath as though something beyond its understanding had suddenly appeared before it.
Victor’s golden eyes narrowed.
The Sovereign Star Blade was a weapon of majesty. It carried terrifying Great Laws of World and was faintly connected to a certain Great Law itself. Even among Saint-rank treasures, it was an extraordinary existence.
Yet now, before this seemingly ordinary black sword, it trembled and groaned.
Not from fear.
Submission.
Even Victor, whose expression rarely changed no matter what happened around him, couldn’t help shifting his gaze toward the black sword.
"The seed of an Extreme Law Emperor Weapon—the Primordial Sword Seed!"
The moment those words left his lips, the atmosphere seemed to grow heavier.
An Extreme Law Emperor Weapon.
A supreme weapon forged by an Emperor himself, carrying power that ordinary cultivators could never comprehend.
It could strike across all Great Laws of World.
It could annihilate countless laws.
Some Emperor Weapons had even been stained with the blood of Emperors.
Their sacredness.
Their majesty.
Their terror.
None of it could be described with ordinary words.
Emperor Weapons could only be forged and tempered by Emperors.
In a certain sense, an Emperor Weapon was equivalent to the Emperor’s path itself.
It wasn’t merely a weapon.
It was the culmination of an Emperor’s will, cultivation, and understanding of the world.
If an ordinary cultivator obtained one, even a fragment of its power could completely change their destiny.
And in this Golden Age, the voice of Emperors had been almost completely silent.
The last recorded emergence of an Emperor had occurred ten thousand years ago.
The Heavenly Emperor, already in his twilight years, had marched into the Forbidden Zones.
That battle had shaken heaven and earth.
Blood rain had flooded the skies.
A single gourd had descended and suppressed countless living beings.
And then—
The false Emperor who had attempted to live a second life had fallen within the Forbidden Zone.
His Emperor Weapon shattered.
The fragments scattered along the ancient star roads, eventually transforming into thousands of small worlds.
Life was born from those fragments.
Countless civilizations emerged.
And among them was an ordinary cultivator who had been fortunate enough to obtain a fragment no larger than a fingernail.
That tiny fragment changed everything.
The cultivator rose from the lowest depths.
He cultivated relentlessly.
In less than a thousand years, he became a supreme Grand Saint.
And it was said that even then, his cultivation continued advancing at an astonishing speed.
That was the terror of an Extreme Law Emperor Weapon.
A fragment no larger than a fingernail could create a supreme expert.
Shattered Great Law rhythms could transform into countless worlds.
One could only imagine how terrifying a complete Emperor Weapon would be.
If news of this weapon spread—
Even the ancient monsters sleeping within the depths of the River of Time, scattered across the nine heavens, ten earths, and countless great domains, would be awakened.