Chapter 447: Divine-level Spiritual Soldier

Everyone present was dumbfounded when they saw the massive stone door open behind them.

‘What in the world is going on?’

Jiang Ruoxue asked uncertainly, “Senior Brother Han, are you sure the Saint Master told you this stone door was extremely difficult to open?”

“Well…”

Han Yimo looked completely embarrassed.

Before they entered, the Meteor Sect Leader had specifically sought him out. He told him that this stone door was extremely difficult to open and that he must use his full strength to earn the Ancient Stele’s approval, as this was an opportunity he absolutely could not miss.

“The Sect Leader did say this stone door is extremely difficult to open,” Li Ming confirmed.

Han Yimo added, “The Sect Leader told us that ever since our Meteor Ancestor passed away, this stone door has never been opened.”

“Junior Sister Jiang, you were there at the time. Have you forgotten?”

Han Yimo looked toward Jiang Ruoxue.

Jiang Ruoxue nodded. “I was there, I just… I got caught up in the excitement and forgot.”

Li Ming had also been there at the time.

The three of them were genius disciples jointly cultivated and acknowledged by the Meteor Sect Leader and the seven Semi-Saint Elders. The Meteor Sect Leader naturally wouldn’t play favorites and explain the situation only to Han Yimo.

“So it’s been over thirty thousand years?” Su Mo asked, surprised.

Han Yimo nodded emphatically. “Correct. The Meteor Ancestor did indeed fall thirty thousand years ago.”

“I see!”

Su Mo had a moment of realization.

Over thirty thousand years ago, the Meteor Ancestor fell. He sealed himself inside his sanctum and established the Ancient Stele trial, waiting for a descendant to open the stone door and inherit his Divine Level secrets.

Unfortunately, in over thirty thousand years, the Meteor Sect had failed to produce a disciple who could meet the Meteor Ancestor’s expectations, open the stone door, and obtain his Divine Level secrets.

Gradually, the Meteor Sect fell into decline, eventually becoming the weakest Sacred Land in the Cangxuan Realm.

This was all thanks to the Meteor Sect Leader and the seven Elders.

Ten years ago, they joined forces to slay a Saint. They paid an extremely heavy price to kill an Early Stage Saint-level powerhouse, which was how they barely managed to retain their title as a Sacred Land.

Otherwise, the Meteor Sect would have been stripped of its status as a Sacred Land ten years ago.

Su Mo snarked, “Your Meteor Sect is pathetic. Thirty thousand years and you couldn’t produce a single decent disciple.”

“Ahem…”

The three of them looked embarrassed.

Su Mo’s words were harsh.

However, they had no way to refute him.

Because Su Mo was speaking the truth.

Su Mo waved his hand. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Since the stone door is open, let’s hurry inside. I’m sure your ancestor is getting antsy.”

Thirty thousand years is a long time. Who wouldn’t be antsy?

‘The Meteor Ancestor’s probably losing his mind by now.’

Jiang Ruoxue said respectfully, “Elder Su, please, go first.”

“Alright.”

Su Mo didn’t stand on ceremony and walked ahead.

The three followed closely behind him.

The rear hall wasn’t very large.

A few minutes later, they reached the center of the hall. Several massive stone pedestals stood there.

A Spiritual Soldier rested on each pedestal.

Jiang Ruoxue walked up to one of the stone pedestals, wiped away the dust, and reached for the longsword resting on it.

THUD!

The longsword slammed back down onto the stone pedestal.

Jiang Ruoxue cried out in alarm, “This sword is so heavy! I can’t even lift it.”

And she was a Mid Stage Martial Emperor.

She could effortlessly lift a hundred-meter-tall mountain, let alone a mere longsword.

A sword should be far lighter than a mountain.

Han Yimo rushed to Jiang Ruoxue’s side, exclaiming, “That… That’s our ancestor’s Meteor Divine Sword! Of course you can’t lift it.”

“What? The Meteor Divine Sword?”

Jiang Ruoxue stared blankly at the longsword on the pedestal.

Curious, Su Mo also walked over.

The weapon looked no different from an ordinary longsword, but it was pitch-black all over. Its edge was concealed, giving it a profound and understated feel.

“This sword seems to be forged from Meteorite Iron.”

Su Mo recognized the material of the Meteor Divine Sword at a glance.

Han Yimo nodded. “Legend has it that this Meteorite Iron came from beyond the heavens and contains immense Divine Power.”

“Divine Power?”

Su Mo’s eyes lit up.

CLACK!

Su Mo snatched up the Meteor Divine Sword.

“Ah… You actually lifted it?” Jiang Ruoxue cried out.

Han Yimo and Li Ming were stunned as well.

That sword was forged from Meteor Divine Iron, yet Su Mo had picked it up so easily.

‘How monstrous is he?’

After all, a piece of Meteor Divine Iron the size of a fingernail weighed as much as a mountain, and this sword even contained Divine Power.

Divine Power was a force that only gods were meant to control.

Su Mo said, “It’s simple. You just pick it up like any other sword.”

“Is that right?”

Jiang Ruoxue said, “Elder Su, could you put it back down? I want to try again.”

“Sure.”

Su Mo casually tossed the Meteor Divine Sword back onto the stone pedestal.

CLANG!

The entire hall seemed to shake from the impact.

Han Yimo pleaded desperately, “Elder Su, be careful! That’s the Meteor Divine Sword! What if you break it?”

Su Mo scoffed.

‘If a Divine Sword could break just from being dropped, could you even call it a Divine Sword?’

WHOOSH!

Just then, Jiang Ruoxue walked up to the pedestal. She took a deep breath, then channeled all the power in her body and reached for the Meteor Divine Sword.

This time, she was fully prepared. She was certain she could lift the Meteor Divine Sword.

But the next second…

CLANG!

The moment her hand closed around the hilt, the Meteor Divine Sword fell back onto the pedestal.

“It’s no use! I really can’t lift it!” Jiang Ruoxue said, gasping for breath.

“Let me try!”

Li Ming said, refusing to believe it.

He refused to believe that with his mighty strength as a Mid Stage Martial Emperor, he would be unable to lift a single sword.

And yet…

CLANG!

The Meteor Divine Sword slipped from his grasp as well.

He had only held it for less than two seconds.

Seeing this, Han Yimo, who had been eager to try, simply shook his head.

The three of them were of comparable strength.

Since neither Jiang Ruoxue nor Li Ming could lift the Meteor Divine Sword, he knew he couldn’t either. It would just be a waste of time to try.

But this only deepened the shock in their hearts.

The fact that Su Mo could casually toy with the Meteor Divine Sword—a weapon none of them could even lift—was enough to show the immense gap between them.

“Elder Su, are you really eighteen?” Jiang Ruoxue asked, unable to accept it.

She couldn’t believe the gap between her and Su Mo was this large.

Especially since she was a few years older than him.

Su Mo replied, “Let me think… I just had my eighteenth birthday a while ago, so I’m about eighteen years and three months old now.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ruoxue couldn’t help but gasp.

‘Eighteen years and three months?’

‘That’s still just eighteen.’

Han Yimo said thoughtfully, “Since Elder Su is the only one here who can wield this Divine Sword, we should give it to him. Please, Elder Su, accept it.”

“Agreed!”

Jiang Ruoxue and Li Ming nodded in unison.

However, Su Mo refused. “I don’t want it.”

“What?”

Jiang Ruoxue and the others were completely stunned.

‘This is a Divine Artifact, isn’t it?’

‘And Su Mo doesn’t want it?’

‘Is he serious?’

Su Mo said with a look of disdain, “If it were a true Divine Artifact, I would gladly accept it. But the Divine Power in this sword has long been exhausted. It’s basically scrap metal.”

“Scrap metal?”

The three of them looked at him oddly.

Even without its Divine Power, the Meteor Divine Sword surpassed a Tier Nine Spiritual Soldier; it was comparable to a Sacred Artifact.

A Sacred Artifact was a powerful Spiritual Soldier that only Saint-level powerhouses were qualified to wield. How could he call it scrap?

Just then…

A cold, indifferent voice suddenly echoed in their ears, “Hey, kid. Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what constitutes ‘scrap metal’?”