"This is a mat woven from the tender branches of the Kunmu tree. Despite being worn by the passage of time, its divine essence has not diminished, allowing one to meditate and gain enlightenment. It is a priceless treasure."
A voice shouted, charging forward and calling on the crowd to seize the opportunity.
Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly shaken and surged forward. Kunmu, a rare material born from the intersection of heaven and earth, is a bridge connecting the realms of gods and humans.
On the reef, there was a gate, from which a spiritual river flowed. A piece of rotten wood lay across the entrance; it was Kunmu branches that had long attracted fierce competition, yet no one had managed to break through the gate. Now, a meticulously woven mat had appeared, turning it into an even more irresistible treasure.
This was truly a divine wood that could connect with the divine realm and approach the essence of the Dao, offering endless benefits for cultivation and considered an invaluable treasure.
A crowd surged forward, various magical techniques flying, creating a brilliant display that engulfed the area.
Shihuang roared, his killing intent surging. He drew a broken sword and used the divine rings formed by the ten heavenly realms to activate it. With a thunderous roar, it transformed into a beam of dark light that swept forward.
At that moment, there was no sound, no clamor, no dazzling glare—only a dark light that obscured everything.
Time seemed to stand still, the void appeared to shatter, and that brief moment felt as long as an eternity. Everything was frozen before a faint sound finally emerged.
Various treasures cracked and then exploded in the void, turning into powder. Simultaneously, the runes were erased and quickly dimmed.
"Poof!"
A group of people were severed at the waist, collapsing to the ground and lying there lifelessly.
"What?" The crowd was stunned, even the revered elders changed color. A group of powerful individuals had been wiped out in a single strike. The combat strength of this young man was terrifying.
A flash of dawn-like light appeared as the green, lustrous mat was put into Shihuang's Qiankun bag. He collected it with satisfaction.
This mat, woven from Kunmu branches, would surely have many benefits for future meditation, filling him with delight.
But the mood of the crowd was not as cheerful. The mat once used by the Kunpeng was no ordinary object; it was a genuine divine treasure and might even carry some of his Dao techniques.
In that fleeting moment, the jade bottle was also taken away, leaving the stone table empty. People pounded their chests in frustration, both treasures had been claimed by others.
Shihuang walked out, holding the black broken sword, glaring at several kings and the revered elder he had clashed with. He left without obstruction.
The cave was immense, filled with treasure aura. Groups of beings emerged, searching through various stone caves for Kunpeng’s magical techniques and rare treasures.
There were truly many divine objects here. The daily tools of the Kunpeng were magical artifacts, and very powerful, fueling people's desires.
The Divine Light Lamp and the Jade Cleanser showed that the ancient Kunpeng didn't care about them at all. Simply placed there, causing everyone to be filled with fervor and search enthusiastically.
Indeed, as time went on, more people found treasures, though not very famous magical artifacts, but still causing a significant stir when taken to the outside world.
Finally, a new wave of noise erupted, even more intense than before, with fierce fighting coming from the depths of the cave.
Whether kings or other beings, everyone leaped up and rushed toward the source of the commotion.
"Refining Ground"
When Shihuang arrived, he saw a stone tablet with these ancient characters, immediately realizing why people were fighting so fiercely here.
Is this where the Kunpeng refined magical tools?
Ahead, dazzling light and rain fell, and the spiritual energy was shockingly dense. Additionally, there was a cold pond, its chill bone-piercing, freezing people from afar.
"Indeed, there are magical tools in that pond." Someone exclaimed.
In the pond, several divine lights flickered, moving like fish. Upon closer inspection, they were sword embryos, exquisite pagodas, and other remnants from ancient times, still in their rough form and not yet fully refined.
"Though these are only tool embryos, they are all spiritual and are magical artifacts passed down from ancient times."
Many people cried out, unable to contain their excitement and trembling as they rushed to the water.
These items were unseen in the outside world, made from top-grade materials, making them rare and coveted.
"Heaven, that sword embryo is made from Dragon Bone Iron, a legendary sacred material, transformed into a sword embryo and is an invaluable sacred treasure."
Someone recognized the sword embryo in the cold pond, immediately changing color and exclaiming. It was a genuine treasure, hard to measure in value.
Legend has it that Dragon Bone Iron is formed from the remains of a true dragon fallen in an iron mine, renowned as a top-grade material. Even a small piece in a weapon could make it a supreme treasure.
At this moment, not only others but also kings and leaders of sects had their eyes reddened, all making moves to retrieve it.
The revered elders also appeared immediately. For them, these rough embryos were the most ideal sacred items, ready to be refined with care to become one with themselves.
Moreover, after long years of baptism, these items had a strong spiritual essence, and once completed, they would definitely be supreme magical artifacts.
"Kill!"
People surged forward, some leaping directly into the cold pond, trying to retrieve items up close.
However, something terrifying happened. As they approached the pond, the cold aura surged, freezing dozens of people instantly, causing them to collapse and shatter.
Everyone's hair stood on end. The cold pond was frightening beyond belief. It was not just about temperature; there was definitely a divine force at play.
"Rise!"
A leader shouted, waving his sleeve. Divine light surged, dispersing the cold. He struck the pond with magical techniques, trying to retrieve a magical artifact.
However, the runes that fell into the pond extinguished immediately, having no effect. After a brief silence, a water wave surged, hitting him.
The leader quickly retreated, and the ten or so people beside him screamed as they were frozen into ice sculptures, their bodies cracked and dead.
"This is just like the deepest part of the Profound Ice Abyss, with divine forces. Ordinary people find it hard to break in and gain anything." People shook their heads.
Suddenly, someone moved. He leaped into the cold pond without fear. It was Mo Shang, a descendant of the Sea God. He radiated golden light, wielding a war spear and pursuing a sword embryo to claim for himself.
However, the magical artifacts in the pond had their own spirits, moving like fish and quickly evading, not giving him a chance.
"Good stuff!" On the shore, the young troublemaker drooled, taking out his Qiankun bag. He opened it and released streams of colorful light, trying to collect everything.
"Boom!"
The sound of water surged as endless cold currents from the pond surged, overwhelming the area. The magical artifacts were not retrieved. The terrifying divine water struck.
People fled in panic, cursing the reckless young troublemaker who was so brash it might lead to death.
Shihuang was drenched, and as soon as he was frozen, he shook vigorously. The ice shattered, but he was unable to collect the artifacts.
In the distance, people watched in horror. This guy was indeed terrifying, unafraid of the cold pond.
"Splash!"
Splashing water, Han Tian, a young member of the Fire Flame Fish clan, jumped into the pond. At the same time, several revered elders also moved, diving into the icy water to seize the magical artifacts.
Even revered elders couldn't resist such treasures; it was absolutely worth fighting to the death for them. If obtained, with careful and meticulous refinement, they could certainly become sacred objects.
"My, mine, all mine!" The young troublemaker roared, eventually leaping down and pouncing on the tool embryos, beginning his pursuit.
From a distance, the terrestrial beings trembled upon seeing this scene, especially those familiar with his nature. For example, Yunxi, hearing those words, felt uneasy, knowing this ruthless character was about to unleash his fury.
Indeed, the first to suffer was a pure-blooded being from the Ancient Divine Mountain, who encountered the young troublemaker and fought over a treasure tower. After a brief battle, he was blasted away, spitting blood and nearly dying.
This was a pure-blooded being, having grown up, in his twenties, at the peak of his power and arrogance, and he almost got killed like this.
Suddenly, beings from the cold pond surged toward Shihuang, encircling him to fight over the exquisite and radiant treasure tower near him.
"Heaven, that is a sacred tower made from Chaos Soil, even more precious than the Dragon Bone Iron sword embryo. Such things are rare in the world," an elder on the shore exclaimed.
Chaos Soil, although called soil, is definitely a sacred material. Once forged into a magical artifact, it is indestructible and contains some ancient chaos runes.
Not to mention, even the remaining chaos runes alone are enough to drive people crazy; they are considered a supreme treasure.
Initially, no one paid much attention. When Shihuang tried to seize it, several revered elders and beings from the Ancient Divine Mountain were alarmed and joined in the scramble.
This tower was unique, extremely spiritual, and circled Shihuang multiple times without being captured. The combined attack of the powerful beings made Shihuang even more frantic.
"Die!" The young troublemaker exploded in fury, crazily channeling divine power. He wielded the broken sword in the cold pond, its light flashing, engaging in battle with these people.
"Clang!" Mo Shang also arrived, wielding a golden war spear to strike Shihuang's head, but it was blocked by the broken sword.
A revered elder roared, spitting out a field of runes, like a vast galaxy, flooding Shihuang's area and suppressing him below.
The Chaos Soil-made exquisite tower instantly sank to the bottom of the pond, escaping from Shihuang's side.
The young troublemaker, enraged, transitioned from a burst of anger to full-blown rage. The ten heavenly realms opened, transforming into a dazzling divine sun. He stood within, even his physical body’s heavenly realm appeared, radiating auspicious light.
He fought frantically with these people, using various techniques. For example, a unlucky pure-blooded being from the Ancient Divine Mountain was struck by the Divine Stone, breaking his nose and causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose.
Two years ago, the witch taught Shihuang a spell to control the Divine Stone, increasing its power to the point of severely injuring even a pure-blooded being.
The young warrior from the Ancient Divine Mountain was in extreme pain, crying tears of frustration.
The Divine Stone howled in pain, flying around and crashing into people, causing many to bleed from their foreheads, with their eyes tearing and their faces turning iron-blue from rage.
Even Mo Shang was hit, his golden crown shattered, leaving him disheveled and somewhat embarrassed.
The crowd stared in amazement until the frenzied stone finally stopped, sinking to the bottom of the water and ceasing its attacks.
"Mine, mine, all mine." The Divine Stone howled, chasing the Chaos Soil-made tower, trying to crack it open to consume it.
When Shihuang fell, he found it howling and crashing into the tower, trying desperately to bite it.
Clearly, its teeth weren't good enough. It wasn't just plain Chaos Soil; after becoming a tool embryo, it had some runes and laws, making it difficult to damage.
Although the exquisite tower had spirituality, it hadn't yet developed a divine soul, allowing Shihuang to seize it.
"Give it to me, and I'll definitely obey in the future," the Divine Stone pleaded, as this thing was crucial to it. If it could be refined, it might further evolve.
"Give it to me!" Suddenly, a faint but extremely terrifying will resonated in Shihuang's mind.
"Who?" The young troublemaker was startled. This was the first time he felt scared since arriving in this forbidden sea area.
Although the will was weak, it was soul-shaking, making it feel like the entire world was on the verge of collapse, as if opening up a new realm.
A bright, shiny object appeared before him, having fallen from his hair. It was a tiny, white tower less than an inch tall, landing on the Chaos Soil.
"Is it you?" Shihuang was astonished. This was the first time the object had reacted and even spoke, giving him a big shock.
"Exchange." The translucent bone tower, though concise in speech, was not overbearing.
Shihuang was puzzled and asked what could be exchanged.
The bone tower, about a finger high, transmitted a mental wave, offering him a chance to use it once. In a dire situation, it could suppress enemies and tear through the void.
Shihuang was taken aback. Simply put, it was a chance to save his life.
"Alright," he agreed. The Chaos Soil-made tool embryo was valuable, but not as important as life. Such an exchange was not a loss.
He believed in the strength of this bone tower, which was even respected by the Liushen, who regarded it seriously and avoided mentioning it.
"Crack!"
The small tower directly shattered the Chaos Soil, then devoured a large chunk from the center.
"Big brother, leave me some!" The Divine Stone cried out in distress and then scurried over, flattering the small tower.
"Crunch!"
The translucent tower ignored it and ate most of the Chaos Soil, leaving only some scraps, before automatically returning to Shihuang’s hair.
Some powder fell from the bone tower, indicating that the small tower had refined the Chaos Soil, absorbed some essence, and obtained the chaos runes before becoming silent.
"Big brother, thank you!" Seeing this, the Divine Stone was delighted. It knew that the remaining scraps were not valued by the small tower, so it eagerly pounced on them and gnawed away.
If it were the whole thing, it wouldn’t be able to bite through it, but the leftover fragments were no problem at all, which it devoured greedily.
The young troublemaker looked on enviously and asked, "Is it really that delicious?" He reached out, wanting to get a piece.
The Divine Stone screamed, "Don’t try to steal from me, you can’t eat this!" It quickly guarded its food and swallowed it all.
The young troublemaker sulked, "Am I that kind of person who grabs food indiscriminately?"
"Yes," the Divine Stone replied bluntly.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the sky and earth cracked, and a terrifying Dao sound reverberated, as if the world was being recreated. Even chaos energy appeared.
Shihuang was shocked and hurriedly flew out of the cold pond, looking ahead.
The cave ahead was dazzling, with a grand hall opening. There, a Kunpeng stood, gazing down at the world, emitting intense brilliance, and shrouded in chaos, a terrifying sight indeed.
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