Chapter 634: Four Supre-Realm Corpses in the Dragon Tomb
"Master, there’s a cultivator I want to kill with my own hands."
Ye Yan suddenly spoke.
Xiong Tianxing burst into laughter. "Who is it that’s earned such hatred from you?"
Ye Yan respectfully replied, "Shen Mo. I hope Master, along with Sect Master Zhao and Sect Master Mo, can have their subordinates keep an eye out for him."
Xiong Tianxing nodded slightly. "Very well. As cultivators, we should act freely in love and vengeance."
"Anyone who angers you must be killed without hesitation. And all their friends and relatives must also be wiped out—root and branch."
Ye Yan nodded heavily. "I will follow Master’s teachings."
Zhao Zhenting and Mo Huanghai both nodded with a smile. "Sect Master Xiong, your disciple certainly carries your spirit from the old days."
Xiong Tianxing laughed heartily. "Of course! That very trait is why I made an exception and took him as a disciple."
Zhao Zhenting looked off into the distance and smiled. "From here on, all we need to do is watch the show unfold."
"The five top factions of the Southern Islands? Heh, once that Demon Supre awakens, destroying them will be as easy as flipping a hand."
Ye Yan seed thoughtful and asked, "But I’ve heard that those five great factions are protected by Saint-level experts. Can a single Demon Supre really wipe them out?"
Mo Huanghai let out a creepy chuckle. "Many Saints have long since left Shengxuan Heaven and Earth, traveling through the void."
"As far as I know, the Southern Islands don’t have even one Saint at present."
Ye Yan was stunned. "Why is that?"
Xiong Tianxing said solemnly, "They’ve all gone to search for the source of the demon race."
Ye Yan then asked, "What about the Supre Realm? That Demon Supre has only just resurrected—can he contend with Supre-level cultivators?"
Zhao Zhenting grinned. "The Demon Supre from the Corpse Division is different from the others. His greatest strength lies in manipulating corpses."
"Guess who else is buried in the Dragon Tomb?"
Ye Yan paused, then instinctively replied, "The Cangqing Supre..."
The mont he spoke, his expression turned to shock.
Mo Huanghai said quietly, "No, not just the Cangqing Supre. There are also his three closest friends."
"The Cangqing Supre’s three friends were all human cultivators who passed away before him."
"They made a pact in life to be buried together in death."
"In that Dragon Tomb lie the remains of four Supre-realm experts!"
Hiss...
Ye Yan drew in a sharp breath.
A Demon Supre, plus four resurrected Supre-realm corpses—
Such power truly could sweep across the Southern Islands.
From what he knew, each of the five top factions had only one Supre as guardian.
Other Supre-level cultivators either traveled abroad year-round to interact with peers in the Eastern and Central Provinces,
or ventured deep into the void in search of divine artifacts from other realms.
By the ti they returned, the Southern Islands might have already been reduced to ashes by that Demon Supre.
"Do your job well. If that Demon Supre is pleased, he may infuse you with demonic energy."
"Stepping into the Nirvana realm would be no more than a casual favor."
Xiong Tianxing smiled.
Ye Yan nodded faintly.
So long as he could beco stronger, demonic energy didn’t matter.
What he wanted most right now was to seize the advantage and personally kill Shen Mo.
Only then could he dispel the shadow that had haunted him for years.
"Shen Mo’s strength shouldn’t be that high—at most ten Dao patterns in Nirvana realm. Since he wasn’t among the cultivators crossing the Spirit Sea, he may already have reached the second trial."
"Unfortunately, I might not get the chance to kill him myself."
Ye Yan sighed softly.
A genuine sense of regret welled up in his heart.
At the summit of Green Summit.
Shen Mo stood alone, facing a bitter, howling wind and the ever-increasing pressure of gravity beneath his feet.
Yet the wind, fierce enough to tear flesh from bone, could not make him retreat a single step.
The gravity, strong enough to crush an ordinary person to the ground, could not force him to remain still.
That upright figure advanced against the wind and weight,
each step leaving a deep imprint in the stone below.
"Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred twenty-two..."
"Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred fifty-six..."
"One hundred thousand!"
Shen Mo took the final step past the hundred-thousandth stair.
In an instant, the wind and gravity vanished without a trace.
All the spiritual energy and blood force within him returned.
He closed his eyes, quietly attuning to the change.
His body, having endured the tempering of the hundred-thousand steps, had beco even tougher and denser than before.
No exaggeration—it could now shatter a low-grade saint artifact with brute strength alone.
"The three trials... are complete."
A relieved smile appeared on Shen Mo’s face.
As expected of trials personally designed by the Cangqing Supre—even he had felt the pressure.
At that mont, just like during the previous two trials, azure light surged in from all directions.
Shen Mo’s consciousness rged into it.
Countless glowing orbs floated before him, rising and falling.
Scanning through them, Shen Mo quickly locked onto one.
It was a tower-shaped object, entirely blue.
This treasure was called the Eight-Treasure Spirit-Nurturing Pagoda, a mid-grade saint artifact.
It possessed no significant offensive or defensive capabilities.
But that did not an it wasn’t powerful.
In fact, among all the Cangqing Supre’s treasures, the Eight-Treasure Spirit-Nurturing Pagoda ranked near the top.
If not for its tier being only mid-grade, it would undoubtedly be among the top three.
Its strength did not lie in overwhelming power or unbreakable defense—
but in its ability to nurture other treasures!
All treasures, when used in combat, would inevitably suffer damage over ti.
If that damage accumulated, they might shatter in battle.
If they broke during ordinary tis, that was one thing. But if they shattered in combat, it was as good as a death sentence.
Checking artifacts for damage after every fight and repairing them with rare materials would waste precious ti.
That’s where the Eight-Treasure Spirit-Nurturing Pagoda shone.
Any treasure placed within it would gradually recover from its damage over ti.
More importantly—
treasures without artifact spirits, when nurtured within the pagoda for a long period, might naturally give birth to one.
And it wasn’t a matter of forcing a captured soul into the artifact, but rather drawing out the artifact’s own spirit and life.
Naturally birthed artifact spirits were perfectly attuned to their artifacts.
"This is the one."
Shen Mo smiled and reached out to grab the glowing orb.
The surrounding azure light instantly withdrew.
Looking down, he saw a simple, ancient blue pagoda resting in his palm—it was indeed the Eight-Treasure Spirit-Nurturing Pagoda.
Storing the pagoda away, he looked ahead.
In the distance, a dense, decaying aura lood—that was the Dragon Tomb.
"The Dragon Tomb lies ahead. I arrived first, so I may freely claim a top-grade saint artifact. No one to compete with ."
With that thought, Shen Mo quickened his pace.
He now held three golden pages.
The first had been obtained from within the Shijie.
The second, taken from Shi Tianhao when he first arrived in Shengxuan Heaven and Earth.
The third, acquired recently from within the Chiyang Heavenly To.
These three golden pages allowed him to claim three top-grade saint artifacts.
Three entire pieces!
In the outside world, even Supre-realm cultivators would be tempted by such a haul.
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