Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

C203 The Treasure Left Behind



C203 The Treasure Left Behind

0The fortune passed down by the imperial family of Chiang Country was also very likely to be referring to this item.    

    

Back then, when Chiang Weisheng was hiding in this place, he had unintentionally revealed a thing or two to his junior. However, he was mistakenly mistaken for having left behind an opportunity.    

    

However, as an opportunity of a country, if he really wanted to leave behind something, why would he hide it in this spirit vein?    

    

In fact, this was a treasure that he had prepared for his birth. He had hidden it in this place and used the Heaven and Earth Spirit Aura to nurture it. However, it had now been taken advantage of by Yang Xuan.    

    

This brocade box was only the size of an adult's head. It was very light, and one hand was enough to hold it.    

    

Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment before opening it.    

    

Inside the brocade box, two fist-sized light ball floated there. Other than that, there was nothing else.    

    

"What is this?"    

    

Yang Xuan frowned. There was a lapse in his memory, causing him to know nothing about the items inside.    

    

To be safe, he first scanned it with the Divine Sense, and his expression immediately became strange.    

    

In his Divine Sense's senses, there was actually a ball of spirit liquid within each of these two balls of light. However, this spirit liquid was not a spirit liquid, and his Divine Sense was actually unable to penetrate through it.    

    

After hesitating for a moment, he suspended the brocade box in the air. Then, he attached the Spiritual Force to his hands and took out the two balls of light.    

    

As soon as he took them out, an unexpected change occurred.    

    

The light around him seemed to have nothing. The two balls of spirit liquid immediately fell into his hands. Then, they quickly scattered and wriggled, as if they wanted to wrap around his hands.    

    

Yang Xuan was startled. He hurriedly maneuvered the Spiritual Force in an attempt to block it, but the spirit liquid seemed to be able to ignore his Spiritual Force, and continued to wriggle about.    

    

In less than two breaths of time, his hands were completely covered by the spirit liquid.    

    

This spirit liquid was almost transparent to begin with. After wrapping it up, it flashed with light and completely disappeared.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned and tried to clench his fist, but he didn't feel anything. It was as if everything just now was an illusion.    

    

He used the Divine Sense to observe, but the spiritual liquid still existed. It tightly wrapped around his hand like a pair of invisible gloves.    

    

"Since Chiang Weisheng left it for himself to use, there shouldn't be any accidents. However, what is the use of this thing?"    

    

Yang Xuan looked at his hands and tried to activate the Spiritual Force. A light ball quickly formed on his hands.    

    

"The speed at which the Spiritual Force is gathering seems to be much faster. However, nothing else has changed."    

    

He was a little disappointed. He thought that the existence of the invisible film would bring him some pleasant surprise. But now, it seemed like it was no different from chicken ribs.    

    

The speed at which the Spiritual Force gathers would be of some help. However, it would be of little use in a fight.    

    

"Forget it. I should go and take a look at another item first!"    

    

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He walked to the side of the Spiritual Pool.    

    

Besides this item, Chiang Weisheng also placed a magic treasure in the altar. It was originally the core of the altar, but now that the altar had collapsed, the magic treasure was no longer useful.    

    

Currently, Yang Xuan needed this magic treasure. Otherwise, if the two countries started a war, he wouldn't have the confidence to defeat Zhao Hu.    

    

The gap between their cultivation realms was too great. If he could advance to the intermediate stage, he would still have the strength to fight, but now, he could only place his hopes on the magic treasure.    

    

After entering the spiritual spring, he quickly returned to the cave.    

    

Because of the violent movement of the Spiritual Force yesterday, the invisible barrier at the cave entrance had already disappeared, and the spiritual spring had filled the cave.    

    

On the wall, countless runes were emitting fluorescent light, and they were imprinted there.    

    

This was the suppression rune that was activated by the Imperial Decree. It was also because of their existence that the spirit vein array was not damaged.    

    

However, this might not be a good thing for Chiang Country.    

    

This formation had captured the Spirit Aura of the heavens and earth in Chiang Country. Although it was above the spirit vein, it was difficult for a high grade cultivator to appear in the country. If this continued for a long time, it would only become more and more miserable.    

    

Even if Yang Xuan had helped them defeat the Qifeng Country, it would still be hard for them to find peace in the future.    

    

Yang Xuan sighed. He was powerless to do anything about this matter. After all, there was no way to solve this problem in Chiang Weisheng's memory. If it was forcefully destroyed, perhaps Chiang Country would be destroyed as well.    

    

He swam freely in the spiritual spring. After a while, he arrived at the depths of the cave.    

    

The stone pillars had been completely destroyed. The ground was filled with large pieces of gravel. It was difficult to distinguish them from the remains of the altar.    

    

Yang Xuan didn't mind, and went straight to the original location of the altar.    

    

After the altar was destroyed, a black hole appeared here. Fortunately, there was the spiritual spring, so he could barely see what was inside.    

    

The black hole was bottomless, but a palm-sized object was floating a few meters deep, and it was still rotating slowly.    

    

Yang Xuan widened his eyes and looked at the object in a daze. His heart was in turmoil.    

    

How was that a magic treasure? It was clearly a huge finger bone.    

    

The finger bone was pure white and only had a small section. However, it was the size of an adult's palm. The tip of the finger was extremely long, as if it was left behind by some kind of huge ferocious beast.    

    

At the end of the finger bone, one could faintly see a scarlet color, as if it was connected to flesh and blood.    

    

With just a glance, an enormous killing intent immediately gushed out from within and entered Yang Xuan's sea of consciousness.    

    

In an instant, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Horrifying bloody scenes rushed into his mind, and traces of blood appeared in his eyes.    

    

Yang Xuan was startled, and he hurriedly circulated the Three Yuan Calming Art.    

    

A trace of clarity surged into his mind, making him sober up a little. He quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look directly at the crimson spot of the finger bone.    

    

"In Chiang Weisheng's memories, there is clearly a magic treasure here. Could it be..."    

    

He hesitated in his heart. The spiritual pressure on the finger bone was too terrifying, and the killing intent contained within it was too strong. With his current cultivation, if it wasn't for the Three Yuan Calming Art, he would have lost his way just now.    

    

"Forget it, I'll give it a try first."    

    

He gritted his teeth and formed a seal according to the memories in his mind. A few Spiritual Force dots appeared at the tip of his finger, and he began to mumble.    

    

Not long after, the finger bone actually stopped spinning and trembled without end. After a moment, it transformed into a flowing light that charged out from within and stopped in front of Yang Xuan.    

    

The closer he got, the more intense the killing intent became. Even though he had the protection of his spiritual power, his skin still felt a slight pain, as if there were countless knives cutting through it.    

    

Yang Xuan's face became paler and paler, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.    

    

The Spiritual Force stored in his spiritual altar surged out like a tidal wave. In just a few breaths of time, he had used up nearly thirty percent of his Spiritual Force.    

    

"Go!"    

    

He suddenly shouted and pointed at the rock wall in front of him.    

    

The finger bone shook and immediately rushed out. A layer of faint black light covered its surface, like a knife cutting through tofu, leaving a head-sized hole on the rock wall.    

    


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