Deep within a remote valley, shrouded in darkness as thick as ink, a colossal entity akin to a small mountain could be vaguely seen in slumber. With each breath it took, a Qi aura stretching for dozens of miles surged into the sky, more terrifying than any Sword Aura, as the void was torn apart continuously.
"Whoosh"
"Clang"
Whenever it shifted, the thick Iron Chains binding it would make such terrifying sounds.
This was almost beyond the bounds of reason, truly testing one's imagination, a living Ancestral God Weapon that breathed and exhaled Sword Aura, locked in chains within the Valley of Buried Soldiers.
Without a doubt, it had reached an awe-inspiring realm, having truly stepped into the Territory of the Ancestor God. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to produce such fearsome presence.
