On the outskirts of the town, two foxes, each with their own schemes, reached a tacit agreement silently.
Li Muyang went to run errands for Miao Fengjun, while Miao Fengjun guided Li Muyang towards the direction of the Ancestor Spirit Land of the Evil Vein Clan.
And he also gifted him a Magic Artifact.
[Seven Treasures Glazed Tiara]
Looking at the Magic Artifact in his hand, Li Muyang opened the system interface and checked the system entries.
In his vision, a dense mass of text suddenly popped up.
This Magic Artifact turned out to be an Immortal Artifact, damn!
Li Muyang’s pupils slightly contracted.
Although it wasn’t a heaven-and-earth-born Immortal Artifact like the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, but was crafted by a True Immortal Level expert. It had lost twenty percent of its power due to a ten-thousand-year slumber.
Yet it still remained of Immortal Artifact quality, far superior to high-grade Magic Artifacts.
The dense system entries dazzled Li Muyang.
The powerful functions left him in awe.
Capable of unleashing healing skills, control skills, area-of-effect attacks, exorcism skills, and even purifying the resentment of dead resentful spirits while enhancing one’s own power.
This Immortal Artifact, crafted postnatally by a Cultivator, may not enhance its wielder’s power as much as the Startling Swan Immortal Sword.
But it had a myriad of fancy functions.
And this Magic Artifact was…
“Crafted by the Glazed Golden Light Buddha?”
Li Muyang narrowed his eyes.
This Glazed Golden Light Buddha was the unfortunate Buddha whose corpse was robbed by Miao Fengjun.
It was because the corpse of the Glazed Golden Light Buddha was stolen, that Earth Spirit Buddha Ancestor asked Li Muyang to kill Miao Fengjun, and consequently, Li Muyang obtained the ‘Four Good Roots’ and started this game.
Examining the new Magic Artifact in his hands, Li Muyang’s interest surged.
This was a real Immortal Artifact, enormously powerful.
With this Magic Artifact, dealing with the nightmare ghost would not be too challenging.
But Li Muyang still needed to make a trip to the north first.
The land of the Ancestor Spirits of the Evil Vein Clan was an essential legacy he was pursuing.
He was eager to know, with the current rampage of the Evil God in the Ancient Resentment Well, what stance these sleeping Ancestor Spirits would take, and whether he could awaken them to fend off the Evil God.
The carriage continued northward, having traveled for about two hours, they had completely left the headless holy monk behind, and the long-silent mud jar suddenly burst out excitedly.
“What the fuck! What the hell is that thing? Super freaking scary!”
“Even though it’s my first time seeing it, it gives me an unprecedented feeling of terror.”
“I even feel like it could break the clay jar and drag me out to eat me alive!”
The Grandpa in the mud jar was brimming with excitement and a tone full of dread, clearly terrified.
However, this guy always had a habit of making a fuss about nothing, and both Li Muyang and the driver Ding Liang were used to it.
Li Muyang remained silent, not even bothering to engage with the driver Ding Liang.
Seeing that no one paid him any attention, Grandpa became a bit despondent.
“Hey! You lad from the Nightwalker clan! Grandpa is talking to you! Didn’t you hear me?”
Grandpa exclaimed: “What the heck is that thing? How do you know it? Why do I feel like it’s giving you winks, are you guys exchanging some secret signals?”
“That stuff about going to the northern grasslands…where do they have grasslands in the north?”
“Beyond the sea of blood and mountains of corpses lies a dark void with not even a strand of hair, are you sure you want to believe his nonsense?”
Grandpa was full of doubts, sensing something off in the exchange between Li Muyang and Miao Fengjun.
This lad from the Mortal World was always cautious and cunning, not one to easily trust others.
This time, he easily believed a monk encountered by the roadside, which was very abnormal.
And the words of Granny Wu also made Ding Liang speak up.
“Yes sir, since I was a child, I’ve heard that behind the sea of blood and mountain of corpses in the north, there’s the edge of the world, dark and void, swallowing everything.”
“Everyone says to keep far from there, and that approaching it will result in being swallowed by the void, it’s extremely terrifying, are we really going to search for some grassland there?”
Ding Liang asked uneasily.
Clearly, he grew up listening to the terrifying stories of the world’s edge.
The persuasion by Ding Liang and Granny Wu made Li Muyang shake his head.
“No worries, let’s continue northward, I have a plan.”
Anyway, with the Save-File Divine Skill, even if I am deceived by Miao Fengjun, I can just load the save and come back.
But there’s no point for Miao Fengjun to deceive me.
And the north just has dark void?
Tsk… This seems more like the path to the Ancestor Spirit Land.
When Granny Gu took him there initially, the route was indeed enveloped in darkness and void.
With the Seven-Treasure Glazed Staff in hand, Li Muyang tried tapping the lagging old horse with the staff.
Instantly, a golden light fell on the old horse, and it unexpectedly grew wings, fluttering and rising into the sky, taking the entire carriage with it into the air, speeding up several times.
This situation startled Ding Liang.
Li Muyang clicked his tongue in wonder: “Truly a Buddha’s magical treasure.”
This fancy feature is indeed useful.
Although this transformation can only last for six hours each time, Li Muyang could keep transforming it.
Whenever the strengthening time of the old horse was about to end, Li Muyang would lift the staff and tap it again.
Thus, Li Muyang and his companions traveled north on this flying celestial horse, at nearly ten times the speed.
After all, flying through the sky is a direct path, no need to climb up or down hills, saving a lot of unnecessary travel.
This magical spectacle of the flying horse-drawn carriage attracted a lot of attention.
On the sixth day as Li Muyang and his companions headed north, pursuers appeared on the plains behind them.
It was a group of black-robed Puppet Masters from the Black Feather Pavilion.
These thirteen Puppet Masters, riding strong exotic beasts, were barely able to keep up with the celestial horse flying in the sky.
They shouted, demanding Li Muyang to land and surrender.
Li Muyang couldn’t be bothered to argue, and simply lifted the Seven-Treasure Glazed Staff, scanning the ground below.
A brilliant and beautiful burst of rainbow light swept downward, sweeping the Puppet Masters into a clumsy fall, crashing in the wilderness with bloodied faces. Their puppets, affected by the rainbow Buddha light, also fell into a stiff and delayed negative state, unable to fight any longer.
The group of Puppet Masters could only watch helplessly as Li Muyang rode the celestial horse far away, cursing loudly.
From inside the urn, Granny Wu’s voice faintly said.
“Kid, aren’t you being too high-profile?”
Granny Wu advised: “Being so arrogant, you’re going to suffer later.”
“Once the Black Feather Pavilion gathers a few dozen or hundreds of Puppet Masters, setting a trap for you, even your magical treasure will probably fail you then.”
At this moment, Li Muyang’s party had neared the legendary sea of blood.
A day later, a vast red sea appeared in the distance on the great land, with waves roaring and boundless in scope.
Upon reaching here, the horse dared not fly forward anymore, and fearfully landed.
Fortunately, Li Muyang enhanced the horse again, gifting it with the divine power to tread on water.
Thus, the old horse pulled the carriage across the churning blood sea, appearing extremely mysterious.