Lu Yan’s soul power was gradually growing stronger.
The process was not fast.
After all, that was an Immortal Realm Primordial Spirit, and although Lu Yan’s soul, including the Big Tree Phantom Image, was mysterious, the gap in Cultivation Level was there. Wishing to refine it as quickly as refining a Soul Crystal was unrealistic; it required ti, and the process would incur significant loss.
But overall, it was much faster than tempering with thunder.
Ti flew by as Lu Yan focused in seclusion.
Day after day, the speed was still quite considerable. Lu Yan steadily approached the Spiritual God of the Seventh Transformation.
Two months later.
That Primordial Spirit had been mostly refined by Lu Yan.
"This man is called Fu Xinli, from the Desolate Land..."
Lu Yan muttered, his expression changing unpredictably.
As he refined this man’s Primordial Spirit, mory fragnts rged into Lu Yan’s soul every once in a while, which Lu Yan captured.
These mory fragnts were scattered and intermittent, seemingly spirit wills that were not completely erased by the Big Tree.
Through these mory fragnts, Lu Yan gradually gained so understanding of this man.
"Three Emperors Command, Zhao Zhihuan, Spirit Slaying Finger, fleeing..."
"So, this man is the one that Zhao Zhihuan was searching for."
Lu Yan was speechless.
He had not expected that the traitor Zhao Zhihuan had been desperately looking for would co to seize his body, only to be suppressed by him and have his Primordial Spirit refined.
It was both the timing and fate!
He continued to refine.
Another two months passed, and finally, Lu Yan completely refined Fu Xinli’s Primordial Spirit.
The Primordial Spirit of an immortal being was incredibly powerful; even if he couldn’t fully convert it for his own use, there would be so loss during the refinent process, but what remained was still astonishing.
It allowed Lu Yan’s Cultivation Level to break through in one stroke, entering the Seventh Turn of the Primordial Spirit, causing his soul power to surge trendously.
At the sa ti, more mory fragnts surged into his mind, giving Lu Yan a deeper understanding of Fu Xinli.
"It seems that Zhao Zhihuan lied. Fu Xinli is not a traitor from Yunxia Valley. The whole cause is because of the Three Emperors Command."
Lu Yan murmured, digesting the newly acquired mory fragnts with a sowhat ugly look on his face and shock in his eyes.
The Wild Ocean.
The sea region where they resided was called the Wild Ocean.
And the Desolate Land was the largest continent in this sea region, which in Fu Xinli’s mories, was dozens of tis larger than the Da Wu Continent.
But the Wild Ocean was a place of filth, an ancient battlefield, a forsaken land.
Sooner or later, a terrible war would reignite in this sea region, and when it did, all the beings here would cease to exist.
The timing of the war was uncertain, and it could erupt at any ti.
It might be a year, two years, three years from now...
In the face of that war, even the immortal would be as insignificant as ants, all to be erased.
To survive, it was necessary to leave the Wild Ocean and enter the Origin Continent.
But the Wild Ocean was isolated by strange forces, making it difficult even for the immortal to leave, let alone ordinary people.
And the Three Emperors Command was an opportunity.
Legend had it that when one possesses the Three Emperors Command, the Three Emperors Alliance would send soone to escort the holder to enter the Origin Continent and join the alliance.
"War, a world-shocking war that could break out at any mont—what kind of nonsense is this? Don’t they let anyone live in peace?"
Lu Yan was quite speechless.
He had finally climbed to the peak of this continent, only to find out that it could be destroyed at any mont, and everyone might die.
Lu Yan really had the urge to curse out loud.
Are they playing with him?
"Right, the Three Emperors Command, as long as I have the Three Emperors Command, I, Fu Xinli, can leave the Wild Ocean and enter the Origin Continent... wait, I am Lu Yan, not Fu Xinli..."
Lu Yan’s heart shook violently.
This was bad, he had been influenced by Fu Xinli’s mory fragnts, causing confusion in his mories.
"No, I must purify these mory fragnts..."
Lu Yan inhaled deeply, sat cross-legged, and the Big Tree shone as his Primordial Spirit, cloaked in a hazy light, continued to be tempered, discarding stray thoughts.
This process took another three months.
Sigh...
At last, Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
He had finally stabilized his mind, affird his own heart, dispelled the stray thoughts, and in the chaos of the mory fragnts, he found himself again.
"In the future, unless absolutely necessary, I should not refine others’ Primordial Spirits. Although it’s extrely fast progress, it’s easy to lose oneself, to be influenced by others’ mory fragnts. Then, am I still myself?"
Lu Yan warned himself in his heart.
But the Three Emperors Command was not to be missed.
From the mory fragnts of Fu Xinli, he had learned the location of the Three Emperors Command.
It was buried underground sowhere in Nanjiang.
"Send soone to fetch it, forget it, I’ll go personally. Based on the information, Zhao Zhihuan and his people seem to have been active in Nanjiang."
Thinking this, Lu Yan left his seclusion, quietly left Wangu City, then changed into a new set of clothes, disguised himself, and headed to Nanjiang, arriving at the place where Fu Xinli had buried the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag.
With a grab towards the ground, the earth and rocks writhed, and monts later, a Sumi Mustard Seed Bag flew out, landing in Lu Yan’s hand.
"Got it."
Lu Yan showed a pleased expression, put it away imdiately, and returned to the palace in Wangu City.
Practice Room.
Lu Yan erased the spiritual will on the exterior of the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag and opened it. At first glance, he saw an exquisitely beautiful jade box.
He opened the jade box and found a token inside.
The Token was made of neither gold nor silver nor jade, and its material was unknown. Holding it felt warm and gentle, emanating a soothing warmth.
On the token, three figures were carved – two n and one woman.
An old man, a middle-aged man, and a stunningly beautiful woman were depicted vividly, even though they were just carvings, they all had an extraordinary presence, dignified and uncommon.
"So this is the Three Emperors Command. Are these carvings the three emperors?"
"What realm do the Three Emperors belong to?"
Lu Yan pondered in the dark.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, while scanning the Three Emperors Command with his Spiritual Sense, Lu Yan discovered that there seed to be a strand of special aura hidden on it.
It was a soul force in the form of runes, clinging onto the token.
Extrely secretive, if not for Lu Yan’s unique soul, even those in the Immortal Realm would not easily notice it.
"Could it be that Zhao Zhihuan and others were able to chase Fu Xinli across the Wild Ocean and co here because of this strand of soul aura on the token? Then wouldn’t Zhao Zhihuan be able to track down as well since I’ve got the token in my possession?"
At this thought, Lu Yan’s expression changed.
Imdiately, his Primordial Spirit flew out, and a Big Tree Phantom Image erged, striking down on that strand of soul aura on the token.
The soul aura on the token was very stubborn, penetrating deep into the token as if it had taken root and sprouted.
A blow from the Big Tree Phantom Image failed to affect the soul aura on the token.
Lu Yan simply brought out the Primordial Spirit’s great tree, its roots entwining out, wrapping the token in layers. Beams of green light burst from the tree, striking the token.
It refined the soul aura on the token just as he had refined Fu Xinli’s Primordial Spirit.
Indeed, it had an effect.
Like drawing silk from a cocoon, the soul aura on the token was stripped away and refined.
After one day, the soul aura on the token was completely refined, leaving it clean. Lu Yan checked it several tis to confirm there were no abnormalities before he finally put it away with peace of mind.
Then he started to tally up Fu Xinli’s Sumi Mustard Seed Bag.
First, a battle sword caught Lu Yan’s attention.
Upon inspection, he revealed a surprised expression.
The battle sword was entirely silver-white, exuding a cold aura. Lu Yan passed his palm over the blade and instantly, a layer of ice crystals covered his palm, spreading rapidly towards his arm.
He quickly circulated his True Vigor to dispel the chill on his palm.
"What a domineering battle sword, this is an Immortal Treasure."
Lu Yan’s eyes showed surprise.
This was a complete Immortal Treasure.
"Unfortunately, it’s of the ice attribute, which would suit Chu Hongye, but her Cultivation Level is too low, so I’ll keep it for now."
Lu Yan put away the battle sword and continued the inventory.
Soon, he found several boxes, inside which were... Elixirs.
Similar to Martial Pills, but smaller in size and different in composition.
Through fragnts of Fu Xinli’s mory, he knew that these were Elixirs.
In the Desolate Land, there were no Martial Pills, only Elixirs.
Various types of Elixirs, as many as nine different kinds, several hundred of them.
But Fu Xinli’s mory fragnts were intermittent, and Lu Yan knew very little; he didn’t recognize the nas of these Elixirs or their uses.
Previously, from the bodies of giant turtles that had drifted in from overseas, Lu Yan had obtained so Elixirs, which he hadn’t used to date because he didn’t know their purposes.
They could be poison, dicine, or sothing else, he was unclear.
dicine should not be taken recklessly.
Random consumption could be fatal.
Among those Elixirs he had initially obtained, so were the sa as those of Fu Xinli. They looked almost identical from the outside, probably the sa kind, so Lu Yan grouped them together.
"I wonder if there are any of the Soul Pills that Zhao Zhihuan ntioned?"
Lu Yan pondered.
Unfortunately, there was no tradition of Elixirs in Da Wu, so there was no way to identify them.
It would have to wait for the future.
The rest were miscellaneous items, of course, so of them were quite valuable despite being of little value to the current Lu Yan.
For instance, rare treasures of heaven and earth that could help one in the True Body Realm evolve quickly.
There were quite a few of these.
After all, it was the collection of soone from the Immortal Realm, and every item was extraordinary.
...
Nanjiang.
"My lord, the location of the Three Emperors Command has suddenly changed," a gaunt elder holding a Soul Plaque reported to Zhao Zhihuan.
"It changed? Where is it now?" Zhao Zhihuan asked.
"Judging by its location, it seems to be in the area where the Da Wu Imperial City is," said the gaunt elder.
"Could it be that Fu Xinli went to Da Wu Imperial City? Wait, Fu Xinli was stricken by my Spirit Slaying Finger, his Primordial Spirit corroded. If he wants to save his life, the best way would be to make use of a special soul. Could it be that he wants to possess Emperor Da Wu, Lu Yan?"
Zhao Zhihuan was shaken by this possibility in his heart.
"My lord, shall we go to Da Wu Imperial City?" the gaunt elder asked quietly.
"Of course we should," responded Fu Xinli with a gloomy expression. "Let’s go near Da Wu Imperial City first. There is no need to act hastily; just keep an eye on things and observe the changes."
"Yes." The gaunt elder nodded.
But at that mont, the elder’s face changed again, "It’s gone; the Soul Plate has suddenly lost its connection to the Three Emperors Command."
"Lost the connection to the Three Emperors Command, what happened? The command had the soul aura left by the immortal Luo Yan on it, highly secretive, so much that even usual immortals would have difficulty finding it, let alone a severely injured Fu Xinli. What could have happened?"
"Could there be a mistake with the Soul Plate? Try activating it again," Zhao Zhihuan ordered.
The gaunt elder nodded and continued to activate the Soul Plate, but to no effect.
"My lord, what should we do?" the gaunt elder asked.
"Since the Three Emperors Command was last seen near Da Wu Imperial City, we should stick to the original plan and search that area," Zhao Zhihuan instructed.
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