The strange phenomenon of the Heavenly Emperor's Brush startled everyone in the Lingxu Sacred Land.
On the succession hall, people from all forces looked on in astonishment and uncertainty, feeling the oppressive might of the Heavenly Emperor's Brush, and their faces were filled with horror.
Was this what an immortal weapon was like?
Sure enough, it was unfathomable. Just a bit of its oppressive might made them feel as if their bodies were about to crack.
If it unleashed its power and unleashed a divine law, wouldn't everything be shattered in an instant?
Some people who had underestimated the strength of the Lingxu Sacred Land immediately collected themselves. Truly, a A lean camel is bigger than a horse. As long as the Lingxu Sacred Land could activate this immortal weapon, no one could take away its title of a sacred land.
However, Feng Luo, who was directly involved, was already in a big mess.
He had poured in more than half of his true qi, yet the Heavenly Emperor's Brush didn't budge. Just when he was in despair, the Heavenly Emperor's Brush started moving on its own.
Moreover, the Heavenly Emperor's Brush was continuously absorbing his true qi!
Even though his strength had reached the level of the sect leaders commonly found in the "Great Departure Land", he couldn't withstand the absorption of an immortal weapon.
In less than a short while, Feng Luo couldn't hold on any longer and let out a miserable scream that startled everyone around.
"Sect Leader, save me!"
Feng Luo's cry left everyone dumbfounded.
So, it turned out that you didn't activate the Heavenly Emperor's Brush?
You were also a victim, being sucked dry by the Heavenly Emperor's Brush and on the verge of death!
Then who on earth activated the Heavenly Emperor's Brush?
Everyone immediately looked at Luo Shui who had walked out of the hall.
He was the savior of the Lingxu Sacred Land. It was he who brought back the immortal weapon, the Heavenly Emperor's Brush, when the traitors launched a large-scale rebellion, suppressed the rebels, cleared up the chaos, and restored the prestige of the Lingxu Sacred Land.
Luo Shui's prestige in the Lingxu Sacred Land was unmatched.
Everyone thought that the Heavenly Emperor's Brush belonged to Luo Shui. Now that Feng Luo was having his true qi absorbed by the Heavenly Emperor's Brush, Sect Leader Luo Shui surely had a way to deal with it!
In fact, when Luo Shui saw this scene, he was completely helpless.
The immortal weapon, the Heavenly Emperor's Brush, was out of anyone's control. As early as ten thousand years ago, after he brought it back, he could only control it for fifty years. Once the fifty-year period passed, the Heavenly Emperor's Brush was no longer under his control and just quietly stayed in the Lingxu Sacred Land.
Only the people from the Heaven and Earth Bank could control and unleash the power of the Heavenly Emperor's Brush. Feng Luo just wanted to refine it, and only after successful refinement could he control it.
Could it be...
Luo Shui thought of a terrifying thing, and his face turned pale. Was the thing he was most worried about in the depths of his heart about to happen?
"Sect Leader, save me!" Feng Luo cried out. His handsome face was now distorted and looked extremely miserable.
Seeing this, Luo Shui directly struck out with a palm. Surging true qi, like raging flames, transformed into a dragon in the air, biting at the Heavenly Emperor's Brush, forcing it away and cutting off its continuous absorption of Feng Luo's energy.
The Heavenly Emperor's Brush trembled slightly in the air.
Boom!
The surging flames and the huge dragon that Luo Shui had sent out disappeared in an instant, turning into clouds and mist that dissipated in the air, creating a huge commotion that swept across all directions.
Like a hurricane, it swept over a dozen mountains. Countless trees were uprooted, and rocks were sent flying.
This was just a light strike from the immortal weapon.
Feng Luo was saved and said in astonishment and uncertainty, "Sect Leader, what on earth is going on? Didn't we say that the Heavenly Emperor's Brush couldn't be activated?"
Luo Shui's face was serious as he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the person who can activate the Heavenly Emperor's Brush has arrived!"
"What?" Feng Luo looked at Luo Shui in confusion, completely puzzled.
The other elders of the Lingxu Sacred Land were also at a loss and couldn't understand what Luo Shui meant at all.
And those people who had come to attend the succession ceremony curiously asked questions.
"Sect Leader Luo Shui, what on earth is going on?"
"Sect Leader Luo Shui, isn't it someone from your Lingxu Sacred Land who is activating the Heavenly Emperor's Brush?"
"Sect Leader Luo Shui, as an elder, could you please tell us juniors what exactly has happened?"
All kinds of questions boiled up at once. Everyone wanted to know how a good succession ceremony had turned into such a mess.
The Heavenly Emperor's Brush had gone out of control and rioted. What did Sect Leader Luo Shui's words mean?
Could it be... that the Heavenly Emperor's Brush didn't belong to the Lingxu Sacred Land?
Luo Shui didn't answer any of their questions. He was already too busy to attend to other matters.
Sect Leader Luo Shui's eyes were fixed intently on the staircase leading to the sky in front of the hall square. There were nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, winding upward.
At this moment, there were footsteps coming from the stone steps!
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The footsteps were very faint. At least to the ears of others, they were very faint, as if they were made by someone without any cultivation base.
But to Sect Leader Luo Shui's ears, it was like thunder exploding.
His face twitched, and the bad premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
In his heart, a voice told him that what was meant to come had finally arrived.
However, Sect Leader Luo Shui didn't want to admit it or believe it.
He stared unblinkingly at the stone steps, clenched his fists tightly, and was extremely nervous.
Sect Leader Luo Shui, who had been a peerless master ten thousand years ago, was so nervous at this moment that everyone involuntarily looked in that direction.
The stone steps were still the same stone steps.
The only difference was that the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The footsteps landing on the ground could be heard clearly by everyone.
Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Seeing how serious, nervous, and even fearful Sect Leader Luo Shui was, no one said a word.
The Heavenly Emperor's Brush was suspended in mid-air. Having absorbed most of Feng Luo's energy, it could be barely driven, and its intelligence had recovered. It was waiting for its new master to arrive.
Feng Luo was sitting weakly on the ground, gasping for breath heavily to recover his lost strength, frowning as he watched.
He wanted to see who on earth was playing tricks and messing up his most important event.
Tens of thousands of inner disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons of the Lingxu Sacred Land all frowned as they watched, feeling a sense of anger in their hearts.
A good Lingxu Dharma Assembly had been ruined like this. It was simply outrageous.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
However, the owner of the footsteps didn't care about these things at all. Unhurriedly, maintaining a steady pace, finally, under everyone's expectations, he arrived at the hall square.
When Aiden Li stepped onto the square, countless gazes fell on him.
Indifference!
Suspicion!
Surprise!
All kinds of emotions were clearly felt by Aiden Li.
Among these people was Luo Shui standing in front of Aiden Li.
He was a middle-aged or elderly man with graying hair, quite handsome, with a slender figure but an extraordinary bearing.
After seeing Aiden Li, Luo Shui inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. Especially when he saw that Aiden Li had no cultivation base, he completely got rid of his worried thoughts.
"Who are you?" Luo Shui asked in a deep voice, his gaze returning to being cold and indifferent, not taking Aiden Li seriously at all.
Just a mortal with no cultivation base. What was there to be afraid of?
Aiden Li looked at Luo Shui calmly, and the voice of Seraphina rang in his mind.
"Master, it's him. Ten thousand years ago, it was he who borrowed the Heavenly Emperor's Brush from me!"
Aiden Li smiled and looked at Luo Shui, saying, "I'm an old acquaintance of yours from ten thousand years ago!"
Luo Shui sneered, "Nonsense! You're just a mortal with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. How dare you mention ten thousand years ago?"
The people around also looked at Aiden Li mockingly.
Aiden Li ignored them and instead spread out his hand, saying, "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. Do you recognize this thing?"
Hum!
A blood-red pocket watch emerged in Aiden Li's palm, emitting a strange and bewitching light, attracting countless gazes.
Among them, Luo Shui's reaction was the most extreme.
After seeing Aiden Li's pocket watch, his body went limp, and his thoughts exploded in an instant. Scenes from ten thousand years ago flashed through his mind like flowing water, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Impossible! This thing disappeared long ago. How could you have it?" Luo Shui said despairingly. He knew that he was doomed.
The punishment that was delayed for ten thousand years had arrived today.
His earlier relief was just self-deception.