The dignified middle-aged man coaxed like luring a child, "It is rumored to be the Azure Dragon.""Azure Dragon?" Dylan Foster stroked his chin, hesitating for a long while before saying, "Dylan is willing to go."...In a guest house in Summons River County."Jasmine, I have to go to Mistshire for a while," Ethan said gravely.He hadn't wanted to say anything but was worried Jasmine would be concerned, so he came to bid her farewell.Ever since visiting the ancestral home, Jasmine had become even more taciturn, seldom speaking during her days cultivating alone at the guest house or taking on some tasks at the tavern. More often, she would go to the Wilderness Mountains, hoping to encounter her sister's return.Unfortunately, Amelia never came back.Jasmine bit her lip and said hesitantly, "Let me go with you. It's too dangerous to seek the Azure Dragon's ruins alone."Ethan shook his head. "It's better you don't. There will be too many experts there. If your identity as a blue blood
Ethan didn't dare act rashly. While there was no limit to entering the fog gate, with the highest restriction being below Ascending to the Peak Realm, Ethan observed for a while yet didn't see a single cultivator below Bone Sacrifice Realm go in. All those entering rushed in from the peak overhead.On the peak were mostly cultivators at Meridian Training Realm or higher, including some at Bone Sacrifice Realm. Ethan even spotted a few terrifyingly powerful youths that made his heart palpitate just from a glance. Though unable to sense with his Spiritual Awareness, Ethan was certain they must be peak Bone Sacrifice Realm cultivators, perhaps even at Ascending to the Peak Realm!The lure of Dragon King's Blood was astounding. It seemed half the Bone Sacrifice Realm and above cultivators in the Western Realms had come, with strong experts from other domains also continuously arriving after hearing the news.Whoosh—As Bone Sacrifice experts periodically flew in through the fog gate, the
Ethan slowed his pace once more, maintaining a hundred yards of distance as he cautiously explored ahead.The crimson corridor was littered with the occasional skeleton, clearly adventurers who had perished while exploring the Misty Forest.These skeletons seemed somewhat different - some were just ordinary white bones, worn down and decaying. But others had bones so pure white they seemed to emit a faint glow.Ethan tapped one with his Moon-Slashing Saber, the clear clinking sound echoing as even a full force slash left no mark on the pristine bones.This was the difference between a Bone Sacrifice cultivator and those below the Bone Sacrifice Realm. The bones of a Bone Sacrifice cultivator emanated a soft glow, undecayed even after thousands of years. Carved and polished, they could be forged into fine weapons.Ethan kicked aside a skeleton blocking his path with a shuffle. As he did, his gaze fell upon an obsidian shard the size of a palm, revealed from where the skeleton had lain.
"Ah..." The young Swords Sect cultivator let out an anguished cry, his eyes filled with extreme terror as his mouth trembled uncontrollably.In an instant, the youth's flesh rapidly aged. The moisture in his skin vanished swiftly, his hair turned gray then fell out. In just ten breaths, a living Bone Sacrifice expert was reduced to bare bones.He was no different from the countless corpses that had lain on the tunnel floor for who knows how many millennia, except that his bones had not crumbled to dust like other cultivators who had encountered the Fountain of Time. Ethan's expression was impassive as he stepped forward and claimed the Swords Sect cultivator's interspatial ring.Rings of the same grade cannot store each other. For example, a spiritual weapon grade interspatial ring cannot hold another ring of the same level. However, other artifacts like weapons and armor can pass freely. Legend says some Divine Stage rings can even hold living people, with space inside vast enough
The molten rock below visibly surged upward. The spiritual weapons shuddered more violently as if about to break free.Eyes aflame, the cultivators watched the prizes hungrily. Buzz.At some point the magma breached the surface, even flowing into the tunnels. Ethan recoiled in shock, retreating deep inside as he watched from afar.Whoosh.As if drawn by an invisible force, the weapons plunged downwards. Swords, boots, axes - all manner of arms sunk into the magma. The waiting masters pounced, scrambling to seize the higher grade ones."Grab it!" a Buddha's Land monk in ochre robes yelled."Steady, don't let this top grade battle boot slip away!" A frenzied look filled a youth's eyes."Scram!" A loose-haired lone cultivator kicked a Foster clansman aside and lunged for a battleaxe.Swish. With a flick of his hand, the purple assassin seized a fine dagger, but the animated blade thrashed wildly, jerking its captor around the chamber."I'll tame you yet!" An old man clung stubbornly to
Time flew by. The next day at the hour of zi, bedlam gripped the chamber again. The weapons plunged as the cultivators scrambled wildly.One could never have too many spiritual arms. Top grade pieces sold for over ten thousand low grade spirit stones outside - nearly a late stage Bone Sacrifice cultivator's entire fortune. Many roaming ones didn't even own decent spirit weapons!As for supreme grade? Generally not for sale.With tens of thousands here, this was a real treasure trove."This top armor is mine." Dylan Foster was bizarre, always grabbing top items. He usually snagged two or three daily! Firstly, his strength was at the Peak of Bone Sacrifice, among the top few hundred. Secondly, his status made others hesitate to contend, especially the roaming cultivators."Damn!" A one-eyed loner ground his teeth as Dylan seized the armor he had claimed, his sole eye coldly tracing the thief before looking away resentfully."Hmm? Medium grade gauntlets?" His eye lit up, catching sight
An hour later. The gauntlets pulsed with azure light before fading to plain black. Simultaneously, they resized to fit Ethan's hands snugly.A sense of resonance arose.Ethan clenched his right fist, swinging lightly.Whoosh.A shrill scream pierced the air from just a casual swing, compressing it violently."Oh? Some kind of effect?" Ethan's brows rose slightly. He smashed his fist heavily into the tunnel wall.Boom boom boom.The dull impact resounded as a yard-deep, three-foot wide crater appeared."Heh, triple amplification!" Ethan grinned.Some spirit weapons had special effects like amplification, explosion, penetration. Of those, amplification was the rarest and most difficult.Even ordinary spirit weapons and immortal weapons lacked effects. Those were usually engraved later, carving arrays on the weapon for amplification, explosive damage etc.Just creating a spirit weapon was arduous. One with extra effects was a rarity, easily increasing value over tenfold! In worth, thes
The crowd was thrown into chaos. Everyone knew the terror of magma. Bone Sacrifice cultivators would dissolve instantly without leaving a bubble if they fell in. It was extremely formidable."Run quickly! This side palace is about to collapse!" A Foster family cultivator's face turned pale as he frantically fled towards the only large gate."Hmph!" The purple-clothed assassin let out a cold snort. Even when leaving, he did not forget to grab a handful of top-grade swords. Then he also sped towards the gate."Scared me to death." Dylan Foster was early to spot the opportunity. As soon as he saw the situation was not right, he immediately slipped away.Ethan displayed The Eight Mystical Metamorphoses, his speed no slower than the Bone Sacrifice cultivators flying in the sky. The thousand-zhang distance was merely two breaths. He was the first to rush into the gate.As soon as Ethan stepped into the majestic gate, his eyes were drawn to a stone statue standing next to it.The statue was