amaotonovel Chapter 1429 Obtain the treasure
Chapter 1429 Obtain the treasure
Chapter 1429 Obtain the treasure
The ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower was a scene of utter devastation. On the altar, the Silver Moon Wolf's massive body was undergoing an unprecedented and drastic transformation.
Silver light and black radiance, like two evil dragons, intertwined, fought, and permeated its body. The two heads twisted and changed, sometimes the silver wolf howled to the sky, sometimes the demon head roared ferociously, and the enormous power pulled at the huge rune chains that bound its body, making a deafening "clattering" sound.
Under the pull of this force, the entire Demon Suppression Tower shook violently like an earthquake, with rubble constantly falling from the roof and the already dense cracks on the walls widening further, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.
The two celestial treasures suspended in mid-air—the Eight Spirit Ruler and the Black Wind Banner—radiated soft eight-colored spiritual light, while the Black Wind Banner emitted dark spatial fluctuations, attracting the attention of all the survivors present like a lighthouse in the darkness.
Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear simultaneously cast their burning gazes at these two supreme treasures, enough to drive any cultivator in the mortal realm mad. Xuan Qingzi's breathing became slightly rapid; even the most prized treasure of the Taiyi Sect would likely pale in comparison to these items.
The ancient corpse bear's crimson eyes were filled with undisguised greed.
However, when their gazes fell upon the still unwavering figure not far away, they were instantly chilled as if doused with ice water.
A monster capable of withstanding the attacks of a Nascent Soul cultivator and even surviving the divine sense attack of the Holy Ancestor himself! His strength far surpasses their understanding of the late Nascent Soul stage. If they rashly try to seize it now and anger him, they might be "cleaned up" before they even touch the Heaven-Reaching Treasure. That would be an utter injustice.
Their eyes darted around, wary of each other, and both looked at Qin Hao with apprehension, neither daring to make the first move.
Han Li's gaze lingered on the two spiritual treasures for a moment, a flicker of struggle and longing flashing deep in his eyes. But he quickly suppressed this impulse, reason regaining its advantage. At this moment, the entire Demon Suppression Tower was still shrouded in the residual power of the Black Wind Banner, the spatial blockade had not been completely lifted, and the teleportation array remained unusable.
In this confined space, the speed advantage of his Wind and Thunder Wings, which he relied on for survival, was difficult to utilize. If he were to break the current delicate balance and make the first move to seize it, he would inevitably become the target of everyone's attacks. Xuan Qingzi, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear, and possibly even Qin Hao would instantly regard him as an enemy. The risk was too great! He quietly retreated to the still dim teleportation array in the corner, deciding to observe the situation.
Just as the three were each lost in their own thoughts and wary of each other, the silver moon wolf on the altar struggled even more fiercely! The collision of silver and black light became more rapid and dazzling, even emitting shrieks and roars at the soul level.
"Fellow Daoist, please let me out." A faint thought entered Qin Hao's mind.
Without any hesitation, Qin Hao patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist.
A soft white light flashed, and a small, snow-white spirit fox with four bright eyes quietly appeared on the ground.
Xuan Qingzi, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear, and even Han Li were all taken aback by the sudden appearance of the spirit fox. This four-eyed spirit fox... had a rather strange aura.
In the world of demon beasts, the wolf clan, especially royal clans like the Silver Moon Wolf, has an innate bloodline suppression over the fox clan. Ordinary spirit foxes, upon sensing the aura of the Silver Moon Wolf at such close range, would already be so frightened that their limbs would go limp and they would prostrate themselves on the ground.
But this four-eyed spirit fox showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, it tilted its head to look at the Silver Moon Wolf's body, which was struggling violently. Then, it used its hind legs to exert force, transforming into an elegant white light. With a light leap, it landed steadily on the Silver Moon Wolf's broad back!
What happened next left the three of them speechless!
The fourth vertical pupil on the forehead of the four-eyed spirit fox suddenly lit up, shooting out an extremely condensed pure white beam of light that precisely entered the silver moon wolf's main head, which was shimmering with silver light and dominated by Linglong!
"This is... possession?" Xuan Qingzi exclaimed in a low voice.
"No, that's not right! The auras are from the same source... This is... the Spirit Fusion Technique! This spirit fox is actually trying to devour their primordial spirits?!" The ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear, with its vast knowledge, instantly saw through the deception, its face filled with disbelief.
A hint of surprise flashed in Han Li's eyes.
"Damn it! It's you! How did you end up here?!" Linglong's voice, filled with shock and anger, came from the Silver Moon Wolf leader, clearly recognizing the origin of the four-eyed spirit fox.
Then, a laugh with a hint of coquettishness and cunning rang out, originating from the four-eyed spirit fox and transmitted through the soul connection: "Hehe, why are you angry? You and I are one and of the same origin. Seeing how hard you are to devour that demon, I naturally have to lend you a hand."
"Hmph! Help me? Keep dreaming! With your meager remnant soul foundation, even if you use the Spirit Fusion Technique, I will inevitably take the lead in the end!" Linglong coldly rebuked.
“If it were just you and me, that would be the case. But… it seems you’ve forgotten that there’s a remnant soul of the Yuan Sha Saint Ancestor hidden inside this body.” The four-eyed spirit fox’s voice carried a hint of mockery: “If I were to help her instead, do you think… who would be the master of this new soul after the fusion? In that case, we’d never be able to return to the Spirit Realm again.”
"Are you... are you crazy?!" Linglong's voice was filled with exasperation.
"So, the best option is for us sisters to join forces and completely eliminate Yuan Sha, isn't it?" The Four-Eyed Fox's voice was full of temptation.
"Once the Spirit Fusion Technique is activated, it cannot be interrupted! Want to take charge? Then let's see if you have the strength!" Linglong's voice was resolute. She said no more and focused all her energy on activating her soul power.
"Well, you don't need to worry about that, sister." The four-eyed fox spirit chuckled, and her pure white soul light joined the battle without hesitation.
At this moment, the Silver Moon Wolf's struggle reached its peak! Three powerful soul energies surged, devoured, and merged wildly within its body! The massive wolf body writhed violently, its claws flailing wildly, leaving the altar in ruins.
The thick runic chains binding it were taut and made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, the ancient runes on them flickering intermittently.
The entire Demon Suppression Tower shook even more violently, and a large number of restrictive runes shattered and annihilated in the flashing. Many of the formations that maintained the stability of the tower also began to fail, and collapse seemed to be just around the corner!
Qin Hao's gaze swept over Xuan Qingzi and the other two, whose expressions were constantly changing. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable tone: "This place may not be safe. Do the three of you intend to stay here to observe, or will you leave first?"
Neither the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear nor Xuan Qingzi answered immediately; their gazes remained fixed on the two suspended spatial treasures, their feet seemingly rooted to the ground.
Han Li moved closer to the teleportation array without hesitation. To him, no amount of magical treasures was as important as his own life. He wanted to get out of this hellish place first.
Seeing no one respond, Qin Hao ignored them. He moved swiftly and appeared beside the Black Wind Banner. Without any politeness, he reached out and activated the Tongbao Technique, which was beginning to circulate within his body. The Black Wind Banner, which had been emitting a faint glow, trembled slightly but did not resist. Instead, it obediently transformed into a streak of black light and fell into his palm.
Almost the instant Qin Hao took the Black Wind Flag, Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear seemed to receive a signal, their figures simultaneously bursting up, transforming into two stunning streaks, rushing straight towards the suspended Eight Spirit Ruler!
"Get out of my way! This treasure is destined for my Taiyi Sect!" Xuan Qingzi shouted, and the Tai'a Divine Sword unleashed a sharp sword light, slashing towards the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear.
"Bullshit! This treasure belongs to me!" The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear roared, unleashing a torrent of murderous aura with its Demon Dragon Blade as it fiercely met the attack.
Two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators clashed fiercely within the dilapidated tower for the Heavenly Treasure. Sword energy and blade light crisscrossed, creating continuous booming sounds, making the already crumbling Demon Suppression Tower even more precarious.
Han Li stood at the edge of the teleportation array, watching the two fight fiercely over the Eight Spirit Ruler. A flicker of excitement crossed his eyes again, but sensing the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from the center of the battle, he ultimately suppressed that sliver of hope and stood still, choosing to protect himself.
At the same time, he glanced at Qin Hao, who was trying to refine the Black Wind Banner, and felt a chill in his heart. His senior brother was not only terrifyingly strong, but also very deep in thought.
Qin Hao watched as Xuan Qingzi and his companion fought tooth and nail for the Eight Spirit Ruler, a cold smile curving his lips. A Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure—wasn't it so easily controlled? Without the Treasure-Reaching Technique, forcibly taking it wouldn't unleash its power. Let them fight over the Eight Spirit Ruler for now.
He stopped paying attention to the battle and focused entirely on circulating the Tongbao Technique. Although it was only the initial refinement, his magical power and spiritual awareness, which far surpassed those of his peers, combined with the special nature of the technique, allowed him to progress extremely quickly.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qin Hao abruptly withdrew his hand seals. The black wind flag, which had originally emitted a cold, eerie light, dimmed, its surface swaying slightly, radiating a sense of affinity connected to his bloodline. He gently waved the small flag.
"Om-"
An invisible spatial fluctuation spread out from him. In the corner, the previously dim and sealed teleportation array instantly lit up with a dazzling and stable white light! The spatial seal was broken!
Upon seeing this, Han Li immediately stood in the center of the teleportation array without saying a word, poured his magic power into it, and the array light enveloped him.
Qin Hao also flashed into the formation.
"You two, take care of yourselves." Leaving behind these meaningful words, Qin Hao and Han Li disappeared into the teleportation array with a flash of white light.
Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear, who were still fiercely fighting for the Eight Spirit Ruler, were both anxious and angry when they saw this scene. However, neither of them dared to stop first and let the other take advantage of them. They could only attack each other frantically while trying to get closer to the Eight Spirit Ruler.
Outside the Demon Sealing Tower, the sky was still dark, but the suffocating demonic energy had faded considerably.
Han Li looked at Qin Hao beside him, whose breathing was steady as if he had only done a trivial matter, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Senior brother, are we just... just letting that Eight Spirit Ruler fall into their hands?"
Qin Hao smiled calmly, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the Demon Sealing Tower: "Well, they'll have to... actually be able to take it."
Upon hearing this, Han Li was first taken aback, then suddenly realized, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he hadn't let greed cloud his judgment and gotten involved. He asked himself, if he were to face Xuan Qingzi or the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear alone, with his many methods, even if he couldn't win, he would still have a good chance of escaping and saving his life.
But if he were to face the unfathomable Qin Hao… he shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic idea; he had no chance of winning whatsoever.
About an incense stick's time later, the teleportation array at the entrance of the Demon Sealing Tower lit up again.
Two slightly disheveled figures staggered out, appearing as Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear. Both of them were much weaker than before; Xuan Qingzi's Daoist robe was torn, and a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth; the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear also had several deep sword wounds on its body, and its corpse energy was disordered.
Clearly, both of them had used powerful divine abilities that depleted their true essence in order to compete for the Eight Spirit Ruler, paying a considerable price. The Eight Spirit Ruler, which emitted eight-colored spiritual light, was currently being tightly gripped in Xuan Qingzi's hand, but his face showed little joy. Instead, he was staring warily at the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear opposite him, and... the leisurely Qin Hao.
"Ahem, you two fellow Daoists have been fighting for so long, you must be tired. I, Zhang, will keep this Eight Spirit Ruler safe for you."
Qin Hao's voice rang out calmly. Before the two could react, a golden light flashed around him, and the Brahma Saint True Demon Art activated. He became like a golden lightning bolt, instantly appearing between Xuan Qingzi and the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear. A powerful force field emanated from him, causing the two to gasp for breath. Then, he reached out and grabbed at the air, an invisible force acting on the Eight Spirit Ruler.
Xuan Qingzi felt a sudden lightness in his hand. The Heaven-Reaching Treasure that he had finally managed to snatch from the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear flew out of his hand without any resistance and landed lightly in Qin Hao's palm!
"Fellow Daoist! What do you mean by this?!" Xuan Qingzi's face turned ashen instantly, both shocked and furious. He drew his Tai'a Divine Sword once more, its tip pointing directly at Qin Hao. Although he lacked confidence, how could he accept the loss of the Heavenly Treasure?
The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear also let out a low roar, brandishing the blood-red blade brimming with murderous intent in its hand, its scarlet eyes fixed on Qin Hao: "Fellow Daoist, do you really think you've got us both figured out?" Although it was also wary of Qin Hao, the duck that was almost in its grasp had flown away, and it had been so looked down upon, which had aroused its ferocity.
Qin Hao held the Eight Spirit Ruler, feeling the vast spiritual power within it. Upon hearing this, he simply let out a long laugh and did not reply. Instead, he gently shook the Black Wind Flag in his hand!
"call--"
In an instant, the weather changed dramatically! Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear felt their vision suddenly go black, as if they had fallen into an abyss! All light, sound, and even their perception of the spiritual energy in the outside world vanished instantly! When they regained their composure, they were horrified to find themselves in a strange, empty, boundless space with only a faint, eerie light!
"A spatial magic weapon?! You...you actually refined the Black Wind Banner so quickly?!" Xuan Qingzi exclaimed in disbelief, his face filled with disbelief.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear's expression changed drastically. It tried to slash at the surrounding space with its blood-red blade, but only managed to create ripples; it couldn't break through at all. In this space completely dominated by the Black Wind Banner, they couldn't even discern directions, let alone escape!
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing utter despair and helplessness in each other's eyes. Outside, they might still be able to use their cultivation and secret techniques to contend with Qin Hao, and even if they were no match, there was always a glimmer of hope in escaping at a cost.
In the space created by the Black Wind Flag, they were like fish on a chopping board, their lives entirely in Qin Hao's hands!
Fight? How? Escape? Where to escape to?
All the struggles vanished in that moment.
Xuan Qingzi sighed deeply, his face filled with bitterness and desolation, as if he had aged considerably in an instant. He silently retracted the Tai'a Divine Sword into his body, cupped his hands in a gesture towards the void, and said in a hoarse voice, "So be it, so be it... Fellow Daoist's supernatural powers are unparalleled, far beyond what the two of us can contend with. This Eight Spirit Ruler... is rightfully yours. I have offended you greatly just now, please forgive me."
Although the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear was filled with resentment, its fangs clenching and grinding, it knew that the situation was beyond its control, and facing Qin Hao alone would only lead to its death. It snorted sullenly, suppressing the corpse aura and the demonic light of its blood blade, which was tantamount to acknowledging Xuan Qingzi's words.
Qin Hao was quite satisfied with their tact. He didn't immediately dispel the spatial barrier, but instead began to circulate the Tongbao Technique within the Black Wind Banner space, performing initial refinement on it. After about an incense stick's time, the Eight Spirit Ruler obediently emitted eight-colored light in his hand, establishing an initial connection with him.
Only then did Qin Hao have a thought and remove the spatial barrier of the Black Wind Flag.
The scene before them returned to normal, and the three of them were still standing on the open ground outside the Demon Sealing Tower, as if nothing had happened. However, Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear looked at the two Heavenly Treasures in Qin Hao's hands, whose spiritual light had been restrained but appeared even more profound and terrifying. They could only look at each other with bitter smiles, their hearts turning cold, and they no longer had any thought of competing with them.
Qin Hao was already troublesome enough, but now that he has two Heaven-Reaching Treasures in hand, unless a Nascent Soul cultivator comes in person, who in the human realm can control him?
However, at that very moment, an inconspicuous yellow streak of light, seemingly slow but actually covering a thousand miles in an instant, silently descended upon the Demon Sealing Tower. As the light dissipated, it revealed an ordinary-looking old man in a gray robe—it was Xiang Zhili!
"Uncle-Master Xiang!" Upon seeing this person, Xuan Qingzi felt as if he had grasped a lifeline. His eyes lit up, and he quickly bowed in greeting, his tone filled with a hint of grievance and expectation.
Han Li's heart skipped a beat! Martial Uncle? For Xuan Qingzi, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, to address him so respectfully as Martial Uncle… could it be… a Deity Transformation cultivator?!
What surprised and unsettled him even more was that the old man in the gray robe seemed strangely familiar...
Xiang Zhili first gave Qin Hao a deep look, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Eight Spirit Ruler and Black Wind Flag in Qin Hao's hand, a subtle glint of something unusual flashing in his eyes, but he said nothing. Then, he asked Xuan Qingzi about the specific situation inside the Demon Sealing Tower.
Xuan Qingzi dared not conceal anything and briefly recounted the events surrounding the split soul of the Holy Ancestor Yuan Sha, the Fairy Linglong, the True Demon Qi, the Holy Ancestor's divine thought descending, and the eventual defeat.
After listening, Xiang Zhili's solemn expression eased slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He carefully scanned the Demon Sealing Tower with his divine sense, and only after confirming that the surging true demonic energy inside the tower had been resealed and had not leaked out, did he sway and land in front of Qin Hao.
"This incident at Kunwu Mountain was fraught with danger. If it weren't for your heroic efforts in preventing the demonic soul from escaping and the leakage of true demonic energy, the consequences would have been unimaginable. On behalf of countless lives in the human realm, I, Xiang Zhili, express my sincere gratitude to you, fellow Daoist!" Xiang Zhili bowed deeply to Qin Hao with a solemn expression. For a Nascent Soul cultivator like himself to do so was truly remarkable.
Facing this strongest god in the human realm, Qin Hao naturally dared not be presumptuous. He stepped aside to give way half a bow, cupped his hands in return, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "You flatter me, senior. I had my own selfish reasons and schemes for taking action. I do not deserve such a grand gesture, nor am I that noble."
"Haha, young friend, you are frank and straightforward, truly a man of character." Xiang Zhili stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes filled with even more admiration. "Young friend, your abilities are extraordinary, far surpassing those of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. From now on, we can be friends as equals." He paused, his gaze slightly wistful. "Speaking of which, more than two hundred years ago, in the Yue Kingdom of Tiannan, we met once. It seems we were destined to be together."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hao understood that the other party had recognized him, so he smiled and said, "Senior... oh no, Brother Xiang, you flatter me." He glanced at Han Li beside him and said, "Speaking of the bond between fellow disciples, Brother Xiang should have some impression of Junior Brother Han Li, right?"
Xiang Zhili laughed heartily, then turned his gaze to Han Li with a meaningful look: "Of course. Tsk tsk, I never expected that a small country like Yue would produce two such outstanding young talents at the same time. Truly, they are like dragons hidden in the abyss, ready to soar into the sky! Young friend Han, how have you been?"
Han Li was greatly shocked and finally confirmed the other party's identity. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Han Li greets Senior! I was unaware of Senior's identity back then and was very disrespectful. Please forgive me."
His heart was in turmoil. It turned out that this Nascent Soul cultivator was actually the inconspicuous Foundation Establishment stage "Senior Brother Xiang" from Yellow Maple Valley back then! This cultivation world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
Seeing that Xiang Zhili was chatting happily with Qin Hao and Han Li, and that they had no intention of standing up for him or getting the Eight Spirit Ruler back, Xuan Qingzi was greatly disappointed and his face became even more bitter.
At this moment——
"Boom!"
The entire Demon Suppression Tower emitted an unprecedented roar, and then a dazzling silver light, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, shot into the sky from the top of the tower!
As the silver light dissipated, a magnificent, silver-white wolf, its fur as pure as moonlight, and its body tens of feet tall, stood proudly before the crowd! Its eyes were clear and deep, carrying the vicissitudes of countless ages and a hint of new life's vitality. It radiated a powerful and pure demonic energy, devoid of any trace of evil! This was none other than Silver Moon, who had successfully merged with Linglong, the remnant souls of Yuan Sha, and the essence of the four-eyed spirit fox, and was reborn! Or rather, it was the newborn Silver Moon Sky Wolf, who inherited Linglong's memories and will, but with a more complete soul!
"Congratulations, Your Highness, on regaining your freedom..." Xiang Zhili clearly knew Yin Yue's background. He stepped forward, cupped his hands, and smiled, his tone carrying a hint of politeness.
However, the Silver Moon Wolf interrupted him impatiently, its clear gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally lingering on Qin Hao. It then spoke, its voice cold and direct: "No need for formalities. You've been lingering in this realm for so many years, desperately seeking nothing more than a way to ascend to the Spirit Realm, haven't you?"
These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake! Not only Xiang Zhili, but also Xuan Qingzi, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear, and even Han Li, all held their breath and stared expectantly at the Silver Moon Wolf! Ascending to the Spirit Realm! This was the ultimate goal that all the top cultivators in the human world dreamed of!
Silver Moon Wolf spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of reminiscence and solemnity: "In ancient times, this realm was invaded on a large scale by ancient demons. Although it was eventually repelled, the realm was polluted by demonic energy, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to become increasingly scarce and the laws to be incomplete. It is now almost impossible to cultivate to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm and trigger the ascension tribulation through normal means."
Everyone's heart sank.
"The only way to leave this world now is to 'smuggle' ourselves through, forcibly passing through spatial nodes and entering the Spirit Realm," the Silver Moon Wolf continued. At the same time, it raised one of its front paws and drew lines in the air, revealing intricate spatial coordinate patterns made of silver light before everyone. "These are the coordinates of several spatial nodes in this world that we can try to pass through, as I remember them. You can write them down."
Xiang Zhili, Xuan Qingzi, and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear immediately focused all their attention, desperately trying to memorize the incredibly complex coordinates, afraid of missing even the slightest detail. Han Li did the same, his gaze burning as he deeply imprinted the coordinates into his mind.
However, after noting down the coordinates, Xiang Zhili and the others' expressions became uncertain. Having the coordinates meant seeing a glimmer of hope for ascension amidst despair! But the very word "smuggling" implied unpredictable danger and an extremely high mortality rate! Spatial storms, node collapses… any accident could be enough to annihilate them completely! This was practically a path of nine deaths and one chance of survival!
Just as Xiang Zhili and the others were immersed in the coordinate information, their expressions changing, Yin Yue's voice quietly rang in Qin Hao's mind, clearer and more detailed: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, the spatial node coordinates I'm giving you are more detailed than those I gave them, marking the recent stability and potential risks of several nodes. However, even so, the smuggling process is still fraught with danger, and you must make thorough preparations before attempting it."
Qin Hao's heart stirred, and he silently recorded the more detailed coordinate information transmitted by Yin Yue, replying telepathically, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yin Yue. I have noted it down and will act with caution. I look forward to meeting you again in the Spirit Realm in the future."
Silver Moon Wolf looked at Qin Hao again, nodded almost imperceptibly, and said with a hint of a smile in her voice, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will not give you any of the 'benefits' I promised you."
As soon as the words left its mouth, the Silver Moon Wolf stopped. It raised its head and let out a clear, long howl, its body radiating a brilliant silver light. A moon-shaped magical artifact—the Reverse Star Disc—appeared above its head, showering down streaks of starlight. The starlight and silver light intertwined, forcibly opening a rotating silver passage in the void, emanating intense spatial fluctuations!
At the other end of the passage, an even purer and more vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth could be faintly felt!
The Silver Moon Wolf took one last look at this human realm, then gave Qin Hao a deep look before stepping into the air and transforming into a dazzling silver streak of light, plunging into the spatial passage without hesitation!
The passage closed swiftly and vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. Only the faint spatial fluctuations and the pure spiritual aura lingering in the air testified that a demon cultivator from the upper realm had successfully returned!
Watching the silver moon rise, Qin Hao and Han Li had no intention of lingering. They transformed into streaks of light and left Kunwu Mountain, this place of trouble.
After Qin Hao and Han Li left, Xuan Qingzi, with a bitter face, approached Xiang Zhili and asked in a low voice with resentment, "Uncle-Master Xiang, is it... is it really okay to just let this person take away those two Heavenly Treasures?"
Xiang Zhili glanced at him indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand: "If it weren't for this person, do you think you would still be standing here unharmed, talking to this old man? You would probably have already become food for that Yuan Sha Saint Ancestor to recover his cultivation!"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Qingzi was speechless, his face turning pale and then red, unable to utter a word.
Xiang Zhili gazed in the direction Qin Hao had left, sighed softly, and said with a hint of complexity and gravity in his voice, "Do you really think that I would be so generous as to not even care about two Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures?"
Xuan Qingzi was taken aback: "Then why did you..."
Xiang Zhili shook his head, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes: "With this boy's supernatural abilities, if I were to forcibly keep him here, I don't know how much of my remaining lifespan I would have to spend, and it might even shake my foundation."
"What?!" Xuan Qingzi was horrified, his eyes widened, and his voice changed. "Even you, Uncle Xiang... weren't confident? Could it be that he... he had an even more powerful trump card that he hadn't revealed yet?!"
Xiang Zhili did not answer directly, but said quietly, "This child... is no ordinary person. The human realm probably cannot hold him for long."
He took one last look at the dilapidated Demon-Sealing Tower and the ravaged Kunwu Mountain, his figure gradually turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating from the spot, leaving only Xuan Qingzi and the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear standing there, looking at each other, their hearts filled with endless shock and lingering fear.