Chapter 243: You Don't Mean to Forge a Sacred Weapon, Do You?
"Demon-Sealing Conference?"
Li Xun raised his brows, surprise flickering across his face.
"To be frank, Holy Son…"
Elder Xie did not keep him guessing. He slowly explained:
"The 'demon' in those three words refers precisely to the Otherworldly Demons. I trust the Holy Son still remembers when they descended upon our world back then?"
"Of course I remember."
Li Xun nodded.
If not for those Otherworldly Demons, he would never have obtained the Blood Essence Stone. And because of that stone, his physique had leapt several levels in strength.
Later, when he acquired another from Champion Marquis, his body became so terrifyingly powerful that even Li Xun himself was uncertain of its limits.
By his own estimation, he had likely already reached the point of being able to resurrect from a single drop of blood.
But, since he had never fallen to that degree of peril, it remained untested.
"The world today is incomparably vast," Elder Xie went on. "Our Profound Sun Holy Land is but a drop in the ocean. And if even here Otherworldly Demons appeared, one can easily imagine how many more must have surfaced elsewhere."
"I have even heard that in the Spirit Race's Ancient Emperor Mountain territory, Otherworldly Demons of Saint level strength manifested. Only by several Spirit Race Saints joining forces were they finally slain."
Elder Xie's voice was heavy.
These Otherworldly Demons were notoriously difficult to kill, let alone extinguish completely. The stronger they were, the harder it became. Once they reached the level of Saints, only multiple peers attacking together could hope to end them.
Rumor said the Spirit Race Saints who slew that Otherworldly Demon each paid a steep price.
"It seems," Li Xun murmured, "that some of the strong have sensed something unusual."
"Indeed."
Elder Xie nodded, his eyes solemn.
"A billion years ago, the Otherworldly Demons invaded and nearly brought this entire world to ruin. Even now, countless ages later, one need only glance through ancient records to shudder at their horror."
"If precautions are not taken, this world itself could be overturned."
He paused, his voice dropping.
"After all… though our era is prosperous, it cannot compare to the Archaic Age."
Li Xun said nothing.
He knew Elder Xie spoke the truth.
Back in those ancient times, Saints were common as weeds. Quasi-Emperors filled the lands, Great Emperors strode across the world, and even true Immortals occasionally descended.
But now?
A single Saint was enough to elevate a sect into the ranks of the strongest.
A Saint King or Quasi-Emperor would place them at the very peak.
And a Great Emperor?
Such a figure could suppress an entire epoch, unmatched beneath the heavens.
"Elder Xie tells me all this today… surely it is because you want me to attend?"
Li Xun spoke slowly.
"Mm…"
Elder Xie pressed his lips together before speaking softly:
"The Holy Lord's meaning is—if the Holy Son has no pressing matters, then it would do no harm to attend. If you do, fine. If not, that too is fine."
In the end, the Demon-Sealing Conference was, at its heart, just a conference.
It was being organized and led by several Quasi-Emperors. For others, attendance only meant sitting and listening. The real decisions had already been made behind closed doors.
Other Holy Lands were merely summoned to follow orders and divide tasks.
"Do you know where this Demon-Sealing Conference is to be held?"
Li Xun asked with curiosity.
"Crape Myrtle Holy Land."
Elder Xie pronounced the four words.
"Crape Myrtle Holy Land?"
Li Xun's eyes narrowed slightly.
Li Xun muttered the name "Crape Myrtle Holy Land" under his breath, his expression somewhat hesitant.
He did have some ties with Elder Qin of Crape Myrtle Holy Land. If he went, he would undoubtedly be treated as an honored guest.
The problem was—he had already resolved to first search for two Holy level materials.
If he detoured to Crape Myrtle Holy Land, it would inevitably delay him. The distance was simply too great. Without using a large-scale teleportation formation, flying alone would take at least a year.
Ordinary formations could only transport tens of thousands, or at most a hundred thousand li. But once something was called a grand formation, its range started from tens of millions of li.
Previously, when the people of Crape Myrtle Holy Land had rushed to the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect's territory so quickly, it was almost certain they had relied on a grand teleportation formation.
And to construct such a formation required the hands of a formation master.
Li Xun had studied formations, but he was still far from that level. And as for Profound Sun Holy Land—formerly Profound Sun Sect—their foundations were far too shallow to have ever nurtured a true formation Master.
Which meant: relying on a teleportation formation to reach Crape Myrtle Holy Land was out of the question. He would only be able to rely on his own flight.
"Elder Xie."
After a moment of thought, Li Xun suddenly asked,
"Do you know whether Profound Sun Holy Land's treasury holds any Holy level materials?"
"Holy Son, why would you ask such a thing?"
Elder Xie looked him over strangely, suspicion in his eyes.
"You don't mean… you're planning to refine a Sacred Weapon, are you?"
The idea was frankly absurd.
Li Xun was only at the Divine Palace Realm, still far from becoming a Saint. Even with Holy level materials in hand, it was hardly possible to forge a true Sacred Weapon at his current level.
"That is indeed my intention."
Li Xun admitted openly.
After all, he was already collecting Holy level materials precisely to forge such a weapon. Once he succeeded, it would inevitably be revealed when he used it to slay enemies. Better to be forthright now than waste words explaining later.
"Sacred Weapons are not so easily refined."
Elder Xie's voice grew serious.
"Each one possesses unfathomable mysteries. And the Holy level materials required are innumerable."
He gave Li Xun another long look, then sighed lightly, almost to himself:
"The Holy Son's cultivation advances with astonishing speed. Perhaps before long, you may step into the Half-Saint realm."
"In that sense, seeking out Holy level materials early is… not without reason."
Then he shook his head.
"But unfortunately, Profound Sun Holy Land did once hold a few pieces of Holy level material. Yet not long ago, they were consumed by the Grand Elder. And even then, I hear they still weren't enough…"
Li Xun: "…"
So much for relying on Profound Sun Holy Land.
If he wanted Holy level materials, he would have to acquire them himself.
Just as he was about to tell Elder Xie he couldn't make the trip to Crape Myrtle Holy Land, Elder Xie suddenly seemed to recall something.
His face brightened with a smile.
"Ah, my memory! How could I almost forget?"
"In another seven or eight months, Yuyang City will be holding a grand auction. Word is, a Holy level material will appear there."
"Holy Son, why not take a look?"
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