After entrusting some matters to Fang Xia and the others, Wu Yuan returned to the meditation chamber on Archeldritch Mountain.
In the silent meditation chamber.
These treasures are just regular items for Qi Sea immortal cultivators, like medicinal pills, talismans, and the like. Wu Yuan quickly sorted through the numerous treasures.
Over ninety-nine percent of the treasures were quite ordinary.
They are of no use to me, and their usefulness to Fang Xia and the others is minimal. However, they can strengthen the foundation of the Middle Land Guard. Wu Yuan mused inwardly.
In recent decades, immortal cultivators in the Middle Land had been emerging in large numbers, and various cultivation resources were in short supply, especially artifacts, ethercrystal, and so on.
The treasures harvested from this war were enough to greatly alleviate the shortage for many years.
Meanwhile, these treasures can be considered high quality and are useful for Fang Xia and the others. Wu Yuan toyed with the storage artifact in his hand.
Those placed within it were at least fifth-grade spirit equipment, all confiscated from the Golden Core cultivators of the Huoyan Sect. They had a total estimated value of nearly ten thousand catties of ethercrystal.
But to his qi refiner self, it wasn’t much at all
It was just a pity that the Middle Land lacked treasures. Hai Feizhang and Arctic were both Golden Core cultivators, yet they were still using sixth-grade spirit equipment.
The most important treasure is still this Divine Flame Array. Wu Yuan put away the storage artifact and waved his hand.
A fire-red array disk engraved with numerous cryptic patterns appeared, along with a total of twenty-six sparkling array beads. When combined, they formed a complete array.
How exquisite, even if my qi refiner self were to craft an array, he probably wouldn’t be able to forge something of this quality. Wu Yuan marveled.
It wasn’t that his qi refiner self was inferior to Reverend Huo Yan. It was just a matter of difference in class specialization.
At least twelve people are needed to activate the array, and up to thirty-six can be accommodated. So, there are nine array beads left in the headquarters of the Huoyan Sect? Wu Yuan contemplated.
This was easy enough to deduce.
A late-stage Qi Sea cultivator can barely decipher the controls. It takes a Golden Core cultivator to fully unleash the power of the array beads. Wu Yuan pondered carefully. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
If controlled by the Middle Land’s immortal cultivators, only a small fraction of its power could be harnessed.
The present-day Middle Land can’t even gather twenty-seven late-stage Qi Sea cultivators. Wu Yuan shook his head slightly.
The Middle Land suffered heavy losses during the worm devil disaster.
Although the number of immortal cultivators had multiplied over the past few decades, the vast majority were still early-stage Qi Sea cultivators.
However, with Fang Xia leading the array and cooperating with many late-stage Qi Sea cultivators, they should be able to rival late-stage Golden Core cultivators. Wu Yuan speculated silently.
He then turned his palm over.
A three-zhang tall, fiery-red divine bow appeared. It was the guardian treasure of the Huoyan Sect, known as the Heavenly Flame Bow.
An ethercrystal weapon, combined with an array. With Old Fang’s strength, they should be able to unleash power close to that of an Amethyst Cradle expert. Wu Yuan thought to himself.
Initially, Fang Xia’s talent was not considered strong among the many Heavenly Rankers in the Middle Land. But over the centuries, his talent had blossomed.
Now, Fang Xia who was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator at the second-level Domain stage, remained the second strongest in the Middle Land after Wu Yuan. He was also greatly trusted by Wu Yuan.
Not long after, Wu Yuan summoned Fang Xia and handed over the various treasures. After he left, the meditation chamber was quiet once again.
Finally, I can focus on cultivating. Wu Yuan sat in lotus position. These trivial matters didn’t consume much of his mental energy.
The ether in his body healed his injuries continuously, and after killing a large number of late-stage Golden Core cultivators, the blood-red mist that had been absent from his upper dantian lobe for a long time surged out of the black pagoda.
Blood-red mist flowed along the dantian channels, merging into the soul chamber and every part of the body, circulating at full speed.
The speed of ether refining is truly remarkable, surpassing even my expectations. Recovery from injuries is now swifter than ever, taking just a single day compared to the previous ten. Wu Yuan felt a sense of satisfaction.
Having emerged victorious against a formidable foe, Wu Yuan found himself in possession of a substantial quantity of blood-red mist.
The concentration of the blood mist appears to have risen. He noted as he surveyed the blood mist enveloping the black pagoda. Could this be attributed to the growing strength of my enemies?
The blood-red mist had undergone two notable transformations.
The first occurred after Wu Yuan killed a Communion devil soldier, resulting in a marked increase in the mist’s concentration.
The second metamorphosis occurred following his defeat of the worm devil!
While there was no discernible qualitative shift in the blood mist at present, there was a marked increase in concentration.
I must be strategic when selecting enemies to ensure I obtain blood mist. Killing foes that are too weak will not yield the desired results. Wu Yuan contemplated. The stronger the opponent, the denser the blood mist will be.
The sight of the black pagoda filled Wu Yuan with curiosity and awe. It was truly a remarkable treasure.
My qi refiner self is monitored by the sect’s higher echelons and has access to divine crystals, I must be cautious in using the blood mist to accelerate my cultivation. Wu Yuan reflected. However, my body refiner self does not face such restrictions.
Before, it would have taken a dozen years to advance from the seventh-stage Spiritual Body phase to the ninth-stage using only the Luminous Immortal Soil.
Now, with the blood mist, I expect to reach the ninth-stage Spiritual Body phase within three years at most. He eagerly anticipated that day.
With his cultivation progressing at such a rapid pace, Wu Yuan knew that his body refiner self would soon advance to the Shambhala phase.
The only uncertainty lay in whether the blood mist would be enough to sustain his cultivation for the next three years. He could feel his consumption of the blood mist increasing with each advancement in his cultivation level.
Moreover, the blood mist had various uses, such as restoring ether, enhancing his endurance in battles, and bolstering soul defense.
Not to worry, that is a concern for another time. The blood mist I possess now should suffice for my current cultivation needs. Wu Yuan mused inwardly. Let us wait until we meet Daoist Long before making any decisions.
Wu Yuan remained acutely aware of the looming threat posed by Reverend Huo Yan. As an Amethyst Cradle Reverend who had survived a Bloodforge, his power was not to be underestimated.
Though currently residing in the distant Bloodforge Devil Hall, the news of what had happened might just prompt his swift return to the Middle Land in a fit of rage.
In any case, should Reverend Huo Yan return, I must be prepared to fight him with all I have. Wu Yuan resolved himself. It was a decision born out of necessity.
In the face of such a formidable foe, there was no room for hesitation. The only course of action was to strengthen himself as much as possible.
Yet, as Daoist Long had pointed out, the journey back to Summerpeak was a tedious and time-consuming one for Reverend Huo Yan.
As time flowed on, Wu Yuan devoted himself to silent cultivation. The Luminous Immortal Soil and the blood mist worked in harmony, compelling the ether vortexes in his soul chamber to rotate at an impressive pace.
Meanwhile, Little Black swam leisurely through the vast ether lake within his soul chamber, tending to its wounds.
Hm? Not good. Wu Yuan’s eyes betrayed a tinge of dread, as though coming face to face with a truly terrifying presence.
“Master, is something the matter?” Little Black inquired, attuned to every shift in Wu Yuan’s emotions.
“All is well here. The problem is on my qi refiner self’s side,” Wu Yuan replied through gritted teeth as he closed his eyes gently.
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The Redmoon Immortal Continent, headquarters of the Dragon Star Immortal Sect.
Spanning millions of li, the sect had safeguarded their headquarters with intricate arrays for centuries, rendering it off-limits to Earth Immortals. Even the most daring High Immortals refrained from venturing into their territory, knowing the dangers that awaited any intruders.
Yet, the Archimmortals were an exception to this rule. As lofty existences, they were a force to be reckoned with.
Today, an Archimmortal arrived at the outskirts of the Dragon Star Immortal Sect’s headquarters.
Hovering three million li above the ground of the Redmoon Immortal Continent, a figure cloaked in crimson robes lingered. It was a place out of reach to most Void Refiner Eminences.
Their presence alone seemed to overshadow the brilliance of the sun and moon, casting a shadow over the heavens. The very fabric of space bent and twisted around them.
Li Xia? A mere Golden Core kid, yet you’re able to prompt a great Archimmortal to come here to kill you. Though you’re done for, you should feel proud of yourself.
Dong Yang? I don’t care if you are his master, I hate sword cultivators, especially the sword cultivators of the Dragon Star Immortal Sect. The eyes of the figure in red robes were cold as he looked down below.
Suddenly, between his brows, a third eye opened. It was icy, chilling, and seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions.
Li Xia, where are you? Killing intent surfaced in his heart.
Oh? There you are.