I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

All around the altar, silence reigned.

Only the faint sound of breathing proved that it wasn’t completely still here.

Time passed second by second.

Bai Shang’s complexion gradually began to pale, losing color.

Achieving telepathy isn’t an easy task, especially when the other party is a lofty Celestial God.

Trying to fathom the likes and dislikes of a Celestial God was never meant for mere mortals.

Suddenly, Bai Shang abruptly severed her contact with the Fire Celestial God, collapsing weakly to the ground.

"Quick, help me!"

Bai Shang anxiously looked at Han Zhan, exclaiming aloud.

No reminder was needed, Han Zhan too saw the flames spreading down from the sky!

The flames were of the purest red, coming from the Fire Celestial God, and even from such a distance, its terrifying temperature was palpable.

It was burning downward along the white thread of the telepathic connection!

Even though Bai Shang had severed the connection instantly, the flames showed no sign of stopping.

They descended quickly with extreme speed.

In the entire setting, only two people could react!

One of them was the old sovereign of Quanrong, Emperor Rong.

Although his aura was close to decay, with an occasional scent of death leaking out, he was indeed the strongest among all present.

Hence, he was the person who held the fort.

As he watched the flames plunging down, Old Emperor Rong sprung into action.

No one saw clearly when he made his move.

In the blink of an eye, a black blade two zhang long appeared in Old Emperor Rong’s hand.

The black blade was straight, only curved at the head, and was about three fists wide.

This length-to-width ratio made the entire blade appear sleek yet heavy, gripped reversely by Old Emperor Rong, poised for a drawing slash.

In the instant he held the hilt,

his aura suddenly underwent a tremendous transformation.

Bang!

Old Emperor Rong made his move fiercely, with a sabre qi sweeping across the sky.

The sabre qi was earth-shattering, wherever it went, space shattered like a broken mirror, crackling into pieces!

The wind pressure squeezed into a line emitted a tortured wail.

The sabre qi cutting through the heavens dominantly severed the line of flames, simultaneously etching an indelible mark in the sky!

Yet after this slash, his aura diminished once more, looking even older than when he was first seen.

Similarly, no one saw the motion of sheathing the long blade, the blade was already gone from Old Emperor Rong’s hand.

He had long passed the age to wield blades.

Especially this black blade, custom-made for him in his younger days.

Every time he used the black blade, it was an irreversible cost to him, consuming his limited remaining life!

But he had an undeniable reason to draw his blade.

That mass of fire was the Celestial God’s Fire, capable of bringing extinction upon descending.

The entire central region of Quanrong would be reduced to ashes, burned completely.

This one slash cut off the continuation of the Celestial God’s Fire, leaving only a short line of fire, reducing the danger to a controllable range.

Yet there was still one line of fire rapidly descending.

This line of Celestial God’s Fire may not be enough to burn the world to extinction, yet it was more than enough to incinerate those who dared blaspheme the Celestial God.

At this moment, the second person who reacted moved.

Han Zhan stepped forward.

Silver ripples spread out beneath his feet.

The glow of the Circulation Technique enveloped the altar, silver lotuses grew miraculously all around it, swaying elegantly.

"Go!"

Han Zhan cried out lightly.

The silver lotuses scattered like silver particles blown away by the wind, transforming into a silver long sword.

As he raised his hand, the long sword flew backwards into his hand, tightly gripped.

Even without innate talent, the sword skills honed in his bones wouldn’t be forgotten because of a seal.

The momentum released when Han Zhan grasped the long sword was, unexpectedly, not weaker than Old Emperor Rong who just released the sabre qi!

Old Emperor Rong gave a slight "Hmm" seeing this scene.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took another good look, and indeed didn’t see traces of Skill Gate or Power Gate on this young man named Ji Fa.

Without these two gates, yet able to forge such a sword momentum.

It was as if he was a talent sword cultivator steeped in Sword Dao for a hundred years.

This scene was unprecedented in his life, causing him to gape in astonishment.

In the scene, Han Zhan had already taken a second step.

He held the long sword, reversed the downward motion, thousands of silver stars converged into his sword, colliding with the descending Celestial God’s Fire!

Thud!

The dull collision sound made everyone’s heart shudder fiercely.

The ripple from the collision surged angrily around, even causing Rong Lie and Rong Ao to instinctively raise their hands to shield their eyes, stepping back a few paces.

As the ripple dissipated, Han Zhan and Bai Shang’s figures appeared on the altar.

Blocked!

"It’s the Starlight Stone’s power." Old Emperor Rong’s perceptive gaze understood his means the moment Han Zhan condensed starlight into a sword.

The most effective means to counteract the Celestial God’s Fire,

which had already been verified in previous bets.

Han Zhan looked at Bai Shang below, safe and sound, exhaling a mouthful of turbid air.

"Safe now."

Bai Shang palely nodded, then explained:

"I never thought it would succeed in one go."

"In Xiqi, I exercised telepathy three times consecutively before hearing the mind of the Sun God."

Because the Fire Celestial God succeeded on the first attempt,

therefore, Bai Shang was startled by the backlash.

Fortunately, with the assistance of Emperor Rong and Han Zhan, no major issue occurred.

Han Zhan nodded slightly, then asked: "You succeeded, does it mean you heard the mind of the Fire Celestial God?"

His question brought silence once again to the surroundings.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone else, Bai Shang nodded.

"Yes, I heard the mind of the Fire Celestial God."

"His favorite food is beef."

"Beef?" Han Zhan repeated, "But Quanrong doesn’t raise cattle."

Indeed, Quanrong had no cattle.

The only food in Quanrong were the Celestial God sacrifices transported by Han Zhan from Xiqi.

But among those Celestial God sacrifices, there weren’t enough cattle.

"Then just transport them again?" Rong Lie impatiently suggested, "Make another trip to Xiqi, a round trip takes only a few days, just in time for the next sacrifice."

Rong Lie finished speaking, looking at the person of highest authority in Quanrong, Old Emperor Rong.

It seemed he was waiting for him to speak.

Old Emperor Rong pondered slightly: "Then it’s decided, you send someone to Xiqi, to prepare sufficient sacrificial cattle for transportation."

"I’ll head back." Bai Shang took over the conversation.

Turning her head to Han Zhan, she said: "Ji Fa, you stay here, letting Emperor Rong fulfill his promise. When I return with the sacrifices, I’ll complete the final sacrificial ceremony."

Bai Shang’s arrangement coincidentally matched their initial needs.

To this, Han Zhan had no objections and nodded.

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