The copper tripod stood horizontally above the heavenly vault.
It cast a large shadow, with boundless might pervading, its imposing power astonishing.
"Holy Path Ancestor Artifact!"
People exclaid, their expressions changing.
This was an ancient holy weapon, one of the strongest foundations of the Purple Fla Sect, unexpectedly brought by Wu Chongtian.
"No, this is just a replica, not the true Holy Path Ancestor Artifact!"
Soon, soone realized sothing. The copper tripod standing above was undoubtedly powerful, but compared to the true Holy Path Ancestor Artifact, its aura was distinctly different in many ways.
"Even if it is just a replica, it should not be underestimated. This is the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron of the Purple Fla Sect. In the very distant ancient tis, it was rumored to have suppressed and killed an ancient god. In this godless era, it is considered a heavy weapon, almost invincible!"
"Legend has it that eight thousand years ago, the previous master of the Purple Fla Sect, before his death, used his essence blood to refine three replicas of the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron, capable of unleashing one-third of the real cauldron’s power. Once this cauldron is dropped, the Mo Pavilion’s mountain gate might..."
Everyone showed fear, retreating without daring to approach in the slightest.
It was evident that even the replica of the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron had power that no one dared to underestimate.
"Buzz..."
In the sky, the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron shook violently, as if the void would not withstand its presence, becoming distorted and seemingly ready to collapse at any mont.
The giant tripod seed like a mountain, overshadowing the heavenly vault, emitting an astonishing aura, as if the true aning of the Great Dao were surrounding it at its peak.
Under everyone’s gaze, Wu Chongtian shouted coldly and then, without hesitation, manipulated the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron with his mind, smashing it down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A succession of dull explosions echoed. The true Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron, rumored in the extrely distant ancient tis, even suppressed and killed an ancient god might; even if this was just a replica, no one dared to underestimate its power.
As the huge copper tripod fell, where it passed, the void was largely annihilated, ripped apart by invisible forces, leaving terrible abyssal cracks.
"Mo Venerable!"
Within the Mo Pavilion, people exclaid. The tripod was too terrifying. Even before it crashed down, the montum it created seed enough to destroy heaven and earth, beyond human resistance.
Now, Mo Wangchen stood in the void, bathed in holy light, seemingly with no intention to retreat, causing the disciples of Mo Pavilion to beco worried.
"Even if it is a Holy Path Ancestor Artifact, I am unafraid, not to ntion it’s just a replica..."
Mo Wangchen spoke lightly, his face always calm, without a trace of tension.
The Divine King Body was unparalleled, capable of resisting the Holy Path Weapon with bare hands. What was a replica to him?
"Boom!"
His body bathed in divine light, as the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron approached his head, Mo Wangchen finally moved.
His fist burst with golden radiance, dazzling brilliantly. Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, he punched towards the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron.
"Bang!"
A trendous sound reverberated, the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron shook madly, actually struck by Mo Wangchen’s fist, sending it flying, its body swaying incessantly.
The collision of the two erupted in a terrifying sonic wave, shaking a distant mountain, flattening it, causing it to collapse entirely.
"Hiss!"
This scene happened suddenly and quickly.
When everyone reacted, they couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air, their eyes astonished, almost in a daze.
"How is it possible? He dared to resist the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron with his bare hands!"
"Oh my god, am I dreaming? How strong must one’s body be to do this, actually knocking the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron away!"
The scene was once noisy, which was a defying-the-heavens power. It was said that the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron weighed as much as ten thousand great mountains, beyond human strength to lift.
Even though this was just a replica, its weight was probably astonishing.
Now, as the cauldron descended, it was actually sent flying by Mo Wangchen’s fist, simply unbelievable.
"Master’s body, even my Luoshen Body, is not one-tenth as strong. What is a re broken cauldron compared to that?"
In the Mo Pavilion, Jing Yun and the other three stood atop a mountain, their eyes filled with imnse fervor.
The Purple Fla Sect ca aggressively, and now even the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron was deployed, nothing to underestimate, but the four of them never showed any fear.
Because they spent ti with Mo Wangchen, they understood his temperant.
Since Mo Wangchen dared to shelter Monk Gudeng, it proved that he never feared the Purple Fla Sect.
"With Master here, why should Mo Pavilion fear not rising?" Yao Yuntian spoke, his body trembling with excitent.
"No way?"
"He actually sent the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron flying?"
In the distant sky, a group of Purple Fla Sect experts were in an uproar, their faces stunned, indescribably surprised.
The Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron was the Holy Path Ancestor Artifact of the Purple Fla Sect, and they knew its power better than outsiders.
Though it was a replica, it was personally activated by Wu Chongtian, the Great Elder, and once it descended, even experts at the Heavenly Immortal Realm would not dare to resist with bare hands.
But at this mont, the Master of Mo Pavilion did it right in front of them.
"Suppress it for !"
Wu Chongtian shouted coldly, equally shocked but more unwilling. He had rendered great service to the Purple Fla Sect, earning the master’s rewards, being granted this cauldron.
With this replica of the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron, his combat power was extraordinary, almost invincible in the True Immortal Realm, with few daring to duel with him.
Once the cauldron was out, the heroes retreated. Over the years, Wu Chongtian had defeated countless strong enemies with the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron in hand.
However, at this mont, a young man in his twenties could resist this cauldron with bare hands, greatly impacting his heart.
After roaring in anger, he manipulated the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron with his mind, smashing it down again, as boundless immortal light surged on his body, constantly pouring into the cauldron, enhancing its power infinitely.
"Swoosh!"
Mo Wangchen’s face remained calm, and as the copper tripod smashed down, he shook his head first, then did not hesitate.
In an instant, his body expanded, transforming into a giant a hundred ters tall, standing in mid-air, bathed in divine light, stepping on the void, like an ancient god erging from the primordial chaos.
"Bang!"
A large hand reached out, spanning an unknown distance. The giant palm allowed Mo Wangchen to grab the smashing copper tripod firmly in his hand.
His fingers exerted force, and the Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron, as hard as Nine Heavens Divine Iron, was crushed into a mass of scrap iron.
"Puff!"
Wu Chongtian spat out a mouthful of blood, his body as if struck, flying backward. The Ten Thousand Strength Cauldron was ntally connected to him, and now destroyed, he naturally suffered significant damage.
"You actually..."
His blood surged within, eyes filled with extre fear, unwilling to believe his treasure was crushed barehanded.
"Ah!"
With a scream, Wu Chongtian fell backward and was so enraged that he fainted.
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