noffsinger Chapter 503 Locust Swarm! Dig 3 Feet Deep!
Chapter 503 Locust Swarm! Dig 3 Feet Deep!
At the ruins of the alchemy workshop, Lao Huang and Shi San thoroughly searched every inch of the land.
Collect the fragments of the broken alchemy furnace; these are excellent materials for refining weapons.
Even if the buried jade bottle is cracked, the cinnabar patterns on its surface are still worth studying.
They even collected the dregs buried three feet underground. The old eunuch had said that some of the dregs could be recycled and refined to extract the remaining medicinal power.
Old Huang himself has recently been studying alchemy, so he is very clear about the value of these things.
He abandoned his usual laziness and, as if injected with adrenaline, frantically searched through the ruins of the alchemy room.
Shi San followed behind him, obediently wielding his hoe and digging up the area Lao Huang had designated inch by inch. He didn't understand what those things were for, but his master had said to dig three feet into the ground, so he dug three feet into the ground.
In the direction of the Transmission Hall, Qingyizi and Qingfengzi carefully took the jade slips down from the broken bookshelf and put them into jade boxes according to their categories.
Most of these jade slips are incomplete, but the cultivation techniques and secret arts recorded within them, even if only a few words are mentioned, are enough to drive the cultivators of the sealed land mad.
One of the jade slips contained a fragment of the Yin Soul Escape Technique, which could turn a person into a phantom for a short time, making them immune to some physical attacks.
The two looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes.
Deep within the Refining Hall, Daoist Tianyu and Qingxiazi were working together to unravel a secret chamber.
This secret room was pointed out by Chen Fan. According to the dark gold jade slip, it was the private weapon-refining room of a certain Void Refining Elder of the Soul Refining Sect.
The restrictions outside the secret chamber have weakened considerably over the millennia, but they still require a joint effort to break.
The two of them attacked together several times and finally shattered the barrier.
The moment the door to the secret chamber opened, an extremely pure spiritual energy rushed out.
The room was small, containing only a jade table with three items on it.
A flying sword, entirely silver-white, with fine lightning patterns flowing across its blade! A palm-sized bronze mirror, its surface as clear as water, reflecting a person's image and revealing the depth of their cultivation!
There was also a storage ring with a blood-red gemstone set in its face.
Daoist Tianyu gasped, "This flying sword... is at least a top-grade spiritual weapon! It might even be... a high-grade magic treasure!"
Qingxiazi's gaze fell on the bronze mirror, and she murmured, "Spirit-Seeking Mirror... I have seen this treasure in the ancient books of the Qingyun Sect. It is specially designed to break concealment techniques and can see the cultivation level of all cultivators within a radius of a hundred miles. In ancient times, someone used this mirror to see through the concealment technique of a Nascent Soul cultivator."
The two carefully put away the three items, searched other corners of the secret room to make sure nothing was missed, and then left the secret room to continue towards the next target.
On the ruins of Lingtian, Shi San was sweating profusely.
As instructed by Chen Fan, he shoveled up the barren spiritual soil, layer by layer, and packed it into a special storage bag. Although most of the spiritual energy in this soil had been lost, it was still a top-tier spiritual field from a fifth-level cultivation kingdom ten thousand years ago. If he took it back and cultivated it again, it might be possible to restore its fertility.
Shi San didn't understand any of this; he just worked honestly.
The hoe was swung steadily and accurately, turning up a thick layer of black soil with each stroke. Then, the pebbles and weeds were picked out, leaving only the most fertile part.
While he was working, he suddenly remembered something, took out a radish from his pocket, and took a bite.
That was the food he had taken from the bowl.
He grinned as he put the radish in his mouth, then continued working.
Chen Fan walked alone in the deepest part of the ruins.
This is an area protected by special restrictions, and even after ten thousand years, it still retains a chilling aura.
He slowly walked through the broken barriers, using his understanding of formations to avoid the remaining killing intent, and finally arrived at a black hall half-buried in the mountain.
Four ancient characters are carved on the temple gate.
Forbidden Land for Soul Refining.
Chen Fan pushed open the heavy palace door. The palace was dimly lit, with only the luminous pearls embedded in the four walls emitting a faint, cold light.
In the center of the main hall was a blood pool, about three feet square.
The blood in the pool had long since dried up, leaving only a layer of dark red sediment. Above the blood pool floated a fist-sized black crystal, its surface covered with countless tiny, distorted human faces that twisted and struggled, as if countless wronged souls were imprisoned within.
"Soul Refining Crystal..." Chen Fan murmured.
The Dark Gold Jade Slip mentions this item, which is a supreme treasure created by the Soul Refining Sect using secret methods to condense the essence of billions of living souls. It is the core material for refining top-level soul banners and an essential item for cultivating the Soul Refining Sect's supreme techniques.
He took out the dark gold jade slip and carefully compared it. After confirming that the Soul Refining Crystal had lost most of its malevolent energy due to the ten-thousand-year seal and was no longer in danger of backlash, he wrapped it with spiritual power and carefully put it away.
He then searched the forbidden area and found several original manuals of cultivation techniques written in special materials, as well as a black token engraved with runes.
The token is made of neither gold nor jade, and it feels icy cold to the touch. The front is engraved with an ancient Chinese character for "soul," while the back features a complex map.
Chen Fan examined it for a moment and recognized it as the Soul Refining Sect Master's Token.
Although it is no longer useful, the material itself is a top-tier refining material.
He carefully packed everything away, then thoroughly searched the forbidden area to make sure nothing was missing before turning to leave.
Three days later.
The ruins of the Soul Refining Sect were completely emptied.
Wei Gonggong, Ling Huanzi, Wu Yuezi, Lao Huang, Qingyizi, Qingfengzi, Tianyu Daoren, Qingxiazi, and Shi San—nine people in total—each had ten storage bags, all of which were full.
The spirit wood door of the side hall, the moonstone of the stone chamber, the fire bricks of the alchemy room, the black spirit soil of the spirit field, the bookshelves of the transmission hall, the slag of the weapon refining hall... everything that could be moved was left behind.
Standing in the center of the chaotic ruins, Eunuch Wei looked around and nodded in satisfaction: "Now that's what you call moving."
Ling Huanzi's lips twitched. He wanted to say that this was not a move, but a locust plague.
Chen Fan gathered the others and then walked through the ruins alone again. After confirming that nothing was missed, he arrived at the edge of the seal under the protection of the golden bowl.
The nine-colored light shield blocked all exits.
But he wasn't worried.
The dark gold jade slip records the structure of the seal, with nine nodes as the pivot, the array vein hub as the knot, and the rules that define it as the soul.
By mastering the established rules, one holds the key to this seal.
Although Chen Fan hadn't fully mastered it, the influence of what he learned in the Soul Refining Sect gave him the confidence to leave!
He raised his hand, and a faint gray-white light appeared in his palm. It was the color that manifested beyond the realm of life and death, and it was also a manifestation of his understanding of the rules of destiny.
The moment the gray-white light touched the light shield, the runes on the surface of the light shield flowed, but did not repel his power.
Because the true meaning of stillness contained within that grayish-white light is of the same origin as the seal.
The light shield silently cracked open, allowing only one person to pass through.
Chen Fan flashed out.
Behind them, the crack slowly closed.
The ruins of the Soul Refining Sect have returned to deathly silence. Beneath the nine-colored light barrier, only an empty ruin remains, along with a withered, dried corpse sitting in the blood-red hall.
Chen Fan glanced back and etched the image of the ruins into his mind.
century.
He will return a hundred years from now.