The crowd heard this and looked over with nervous expressions, but they saw that the leaves were too dense, and the body of the goddess was quite blurry, completely unclear. Staring carefully through the mottled branches, they saw no signs of life.
"Are you seeing things, kid? Don’t get all startled over nothing. Even if it’s an Ancient Divine Being, with the protection of the Longevity Willow Tree, living for tens of thousands of years is still impossible." Liu Lin retorted, "The Longevity Willow Tree might keep the flesh alive, but it can’t make the soul eternal. How could a deity from that era be alive today?"
"Exactly, you must be too tense and mistaken!"
"Scared me half to death, clearly you’ve been frightened by the previous curse!"
"But I clearly saw the Divine Being’s chest move as if he was breathing," someone argued unwillingly.
"Everyone, stop overthinking, let’s break this barrier quickly and see what treasures are inside, then share them." Mr. Wuliu joined in impatiently, interrupting the commotion and his eyes bore greedy intent towards the green light barrier.
He had excavated many Ancient Divine Demon Tombs but had never seen such a lively and well-preserved flesh. If he could gain the blood of an Ancient Divine Demon, perhaps he could understand some mysterious changes.
"Indeed, let’s break this barrier and take the treasures inside." Zhong Xiang came over eagerly.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chen mingled within the crowd, unobtrusively moving forward, peering through the mottled leaves at the faint white silhouette in the tree canopy. A thought flashed through his mind: "This is my grand-niece’s body, I cannot let these outsiders take it, but these old guys are quite capable. How should I snatch this out of the tiger’s mouth?"
While Zhang Chen was pondering how to protect his grand-niece’s body, Mr. Wuliu unleashed the power of the Yin Spirit with a strike on the light barrier, yet it remained unmoved, not even rippling.
"Hmm, no wonder it’s a guardian of the Ancient Divine Demon!" Mr. Wuliu thought to himself, and next, a burst of white light shot from his sleeve, hovering in front of him. This white light emitted strong sharpness, slicing through the void, vibrating at high frequency in the air, creating explosive sounds.
Zhong Xiang watched the white light, although it was only about a foot long, it carried an indescribable sharpness, seemingly able to cut through human vision.
The light was incredibly bright, like red-hot steel, dazzling yet not glaring.
"I’ve heard Mr. Wuliu once entered a mysterious tomb and dug out nine Treasure Swords. It is said those swords were forged from Taiyi Geng Metal and could be controlled by the Divine Soul. Could this sword be one of them?" Zhong Xiang looked at the Treasure Sword greedily.
Taiyi Geng Metal, a spiritual material born at the dawn of creation, though not as good as Innate Geng Metal, is still prime Divine Objects, entirely derived from the cosmic explosion at creation, scarce indeed.
"Exactly, it is this object! If the nine Treasure Swords were together, even the Yang God True Man wouldn’t outmatch me." Mr. Wuliu’s eyes showed pride, and next, the Treasure Sword turned into a white stream of light, slicing through the air silently, striking the green barrier.
"This Treasure Sword is too sharp, faster than the speed of sound, but so sharp that it cuts through air silently." Zhang Chen’s pupils contracted as he watched from the side, "Luckily, Mr. Wuliu didn’t use this sword to hunt me earlier, otherwise I’d be in trouble. I don’t even know if my Five-Colored Divine Light could knock it down."
Thoughts fluttered in Zhang Chen’s mind as he looked towards the barrier direction: "Such a terrifyingly sharp strike could pierce steel easily, shouldn’t the barrier be broken?"
As the stream of light struck the barrier, it remained unmoved, completely unresponsive.
Then, to Zhang Chen’s shocked gaze, the white light was bounced back, revealing its form — a Treasure Sword about twenty centimeters long and two fingers wide, without a hilt, very peculiar indeed.
"No wonder it’s the work of Ancient Divine Demons." Zhang Chen secretly praised this scene in his heart.
Mr. Wuliu was stunned, hurriedly recalling his Treasure Sword into his sleeve, then rushed forward to examine the barrier, seemingly unwilling to believe that a simple energy barrier could withstand his attack.
However, Mr. Wuliu was disappointed; his Treasure Sword had struck the barrier, but it remained completely intact.
"This green barrier is more than a protective Divine Technique; it is something peculiar and mysterious." After observing for a moment, Mr. Wuliu concluded.
"If even Mr. Wuliu couldn’t break this barrier, who else here could do it?" Liu Lin exclaimed in amazement, casting his gaze towards Zhong Xiang.