“This is a meditation mat woven from the tender branches of Kun Wood. Having endured the erosion of time, its divine essence remains unextinguished. It can calm the mind and focus the spirit, aiding in the comprehension of the Dao—a true treasure!” someone shouted, charging forward and rallying the crowd to seize it.
The moment these words were spoken, the crowd surged like a tidal wave. What was Kun Wood? It was born between heaven and earth, a bridge connecting gods and mortals. On the island reef stood a gate, from which a spiritual river flowed, and a decaying log blocked its exit—that was a branch of Kun Wood, which had once sparked fierce competition among the mighty, yet none could breach the gate. Now, here lay a meticulously woven meditation mat, naturally stirring even greater desire.
This was genuine divine wood, capable of bridging the divine realm and touching the origin of the Dao—an invaluable treasure with boundless benefits for cultivation. A swarm of figures rushed forward, unleashing dazzling spells and techniques, flooding the area with brilliance.
Shi Hao roared, his killing intent surging as he drew a broken sword, channeling the divine rings formed from his ten heavenly passages. With a thunderous hum, a streak of dark light swept forth, silencing all noise and brilliance, as if time itself had frozen. The void seemed to shatter, and in that brief moment, eternity passed.
A soft crack echoed as countless treasures shattered into dust, their runes extinguished.
“Pfft!”
Bodies were severed at the waist, collapsing to the ground in pools of blood.
“What?!”
The crowd trembled in terror, even the revered elders present paling in shock. A single strike had annihilated a group of powerful warriors—this youth’s combat prowess was terrifying.
A flash of dawn-like radiance, and the verdant meditation mat vanished into Shi Hao’s Qiankun Bag, safely stowed away. This mat, woven from Kun Wood, would surely bring countless wonders when used for cultivation, filling his heart with delight.
But the mood among the crowd was far from joyous. A mat once sat upon by the Kun Peng was no ordinary object—it was a divine relic, possibly even imbued with remnants of the Kun Peng’s Dao techniques.
Within moments, the Jade Vase was also claimed, leaving the stone table bare. The crowd groaned in frustration as both treasures slipped through their fingers.
Shi Hao strode forward, gripping the black broken sword, his gaze fixed on the princes and the elder who had clashed with him. None dared block his path as he departed.
The cavern was vast, brimming with spiritual energy as swarms of creatures scoured the stone chambers, searching for the Kun Peng’s legacy and heavenly treasures.
Indeed, divine artifacts were plentiful here—even the Kun Peng’s everyday utensils were powerful artifacts, igniting boundless desire. The Divine Lamp and Jade Vase were mere trinkets to the ancient Kun Peng, casually left behind, fueling the frenzy of the searchers.
Soon, more treasures were uncovered—though not legendary artifacts, they would still cause a stir in the outside world.
Then, an uproar louder than ever erupted from the depths of the cavern, accompanied by the sounds of fierce battle.
“Forging Ground!”
Shi Hao arrived to find an ancient stele bearing these three words, his heart pounding. Now he understood the reason for the bloodshed.
Was this where the Kun Peng forged its treasures?
Ahead, luminous rain fell, spiritual energy dense beyond belief. A frigid pool radiated bone-chilling cold, freezing flesh and bone from a distance.
“Treasures lie within that pool!” someone cried.
Within the pool, streaks of divine light darted like fish—sword embryos, exquisite pagodas—unfinished relics from the ancient era!
“These are all spiritual embryos, artifacts passed down from antiquity!” Many shouted, trembling with excitement, ready to plunge into the waters.
Such treasures were unheard of in the outside world—top-tier materials forged into weapons, driving men to madness.
“By the heavens! That sword embryo is forged from Dragonbone Iron—a legendary saint-grade material! A priceless treasure!”
Dragonbone Iron was said to form when a true dragon perished within an iron deposit, a supreme material capable of elevating any weapon to divine status.
Even princes and sect leaders were now red-eyed, lunging forward to seize the treasures.
“Kill!”
The crowd surged, some leaping directly into the freezing pool. But horror struck—mere proximity to the water froze dozens solid, their bodies shattering upon impact.
“This pool is deadly! It’s not just the cold—there’s divine power at work!”
A sect master roared, dispersing the frost with a sweep of his sleeve, but his spells fizzled upon contact with the water. A surge of icy waves forced him back, freezing and shattering those beside him.
“This is like the depths of the Profound Ice Abyss—only the strongest can brave it.”
Suddenly, someone fearless plunged into the pool—Mo Xian, descendant of the Sea God, wielding a golden halberd. He pursued a sword embryo, but the artifacts darted away like elusive fish.
“Delicious treasures!”
On the shore, the holy terror drooled, whipping out his Qiankun Bag to suck up the artifacts.
“Boom!”
A torrent of freezing water erupted, sending the crowd fleeing in terror.
Shi Hao, drenched but unharmed, shook off the ice. The others shuddered—this brat was truly terrifying.
“Plunge!”
Han Tian of the Flame Fish Clan and several elders dove in, desperate to claim the treasures.
“Mine, mine, all mine!”
The holy terror howled, leaping into the pool after the artifacts.
Familiar with his antics, Yun Xi groaned—this savage was about to wreak havoc.
Sure enough, a pure-blooded creature from the Divine Mountain was the first casualty, blasted away mid-fight, spitting blood.
Suddenly, all creatures in the pool turned on Shi Hao, targeting the radiant pagoda near him.
“That pagoda is built from Chaos Earth—even rarer than Dragonbone Iron!”
Chaos Earth, though called “earth,” was a sacred material, indestructible once forged, bearing remnants of primordial runes.
As Shi Hao struggled to seize the pagoda, the elders and pure-blooded creatures attacked en masse.
“Die!”
The holy terror raged, slashing wildly with his broken sword.
“Clang!”
Mo Xian’s golden halberd met the broken sword, sparks flying.
An elder roared, spewing a river of runes to suppress Shi Hao.
The Chaos Earth pagoda slipped away, sinking into the depths.
Enraged, Shi Hao erupted, his ten heavenly passages blazing like suns.
A pure-blooded creature took a direct hit from the God-Slaying Stone, nose shattered, blood gushing.
The stone flew wildly, striking many—even Mo Xian’s golden crown was smashed.
Finally, the stone dove after the pagoda, gnawing furiously.
“Give it to me! I’ll obey you forever!”
Suddenly, a faint but terrifying will echoed in Shi Hao’s mind.
“Who?”
A tiny, crystalline pagoda—no taller than an inch—detached from his hair, landing on the Chaos Earth.
“Exchange.”
The pagoda’s voice was simple, not overbearing.
Shi Hao agreed—a life-saving opportunity was worth the trade.
“Crack!”
The small pagoda shattered the Chaos Earth, devouring its core.
“Big bro, leave some for me!”
The God-Slaying Stone scrambled for the scraps.
The crystalline pagoda returned to Shi Hao’s hair, silent once more.
“Boom!”
A world-shaking tremor erupted. Ahead, a grand hall opened, revealing a Kun Peng shrouded in chaos, its aura terrifying!
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