Chapter 62: Beep Beep!
“Star Sand, Soul-Disturbing Stone, Sea-Flame Crystal Ore…”
“I never imagined Old Huang could even buy Demon-Heart Ore. Though it’s a damaged pseudo-Tier-Five spirit ore, it’s still a Tier-Five spirit ore in the end. A pleasant surprise.”
In the underground palace of Chaotian Peak, Lu Qingyang stared at the ground covered in spirit ore, his eyes blazing.
Piece after piece of glimmering ore was piled together, spiritual qi pressing upon the senses.
“Hoo~~”
Lu Qingyang drew a deep breath, steadying himself.
He had never fought a battle this rich.
Spirit ore worth over five hundred thousand, all for refining a single Dharma Artifact.
No… Lu Qingyang’s goal was a Spirit Artifact!
“Buzz!”
With a wave of Lu Qingyang’s right hand, a cube-shaped Dharma Artifact appeared in his palm.
It was the ‘Heavenly Craft Opens Things’ he had obtained from the Simulation.
“Whoosh~~”
“Swoosh~~”
Lu Qingyang raised his left hand, sending a bolt of spiritual power into Heavenly Craft Opens Things.
Instantly, the formation patterns around its surface lit up, and an obscure aura spread out.
“Click…”
At Lu Qingyang’s command, Heavenly Craft Opens Things abruptly unfolded, transforming into a circular wheel that floated beside him.
“Now… begin.”
Lu Qingyang stared intently at the spirit ore before him and murmured.
“Rumble!”
“Rumble!”
Torrents of majestic spiritual power surged in from every direction, all converging onto the surface of the spirit ore.
“Sizzle sizzle sizzle~~~”
As the spiritual qi fused madly, the surface of the spirit ore began to writhe slowly, as if it had come alive.
At the same time, the spiritual power within Lu Qingyang’s body circulated to its limit. His eyes were fixed dead on the spirit ore, not blinking once.
Time flew by.
Who knew how long had passed — all that could be seen was that every piece of spirit ore Old Huang had bought back had melted into liquid within the underground palace.
Lu Qingyang panted as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He didn’t dare delay.
Having melted all the spirit ore, Lu Qingyang turned his gaze back to ‘Heavenly Craft Opens Things’.
“Success or failure hinges on this moment!”
Lu Qingyang’s eyes were firm.
His eyes flashed with brilliant light, and his fingers suddenly clawed at the void.
That Heavenly Craft Opens Things, gleaming with flowing light, actually disassembled in an instant!
A Tier-Four Dharma Artifact had been taken apart by Lu Qingyang!
“Clatter clatter~~”
Piece after piece of material components fell away, floating neatly in rows before Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang’s fingers moved ceaselessly, manipulating one material fragment after another to assemble together.
At the same time, he continuously added the spirit ore he had melted, and even pulled a hazy soul from his storage bag.
This soul was called an Alien Soul. It was not a human soul or a beast soul, but a soul of essential spirit.
It had not been easy to obtain — he had happened to acquire it in last month’s Simulation.
And this thing was precisely the key to whether he could succeed!
“Chhh~ chhh~ chhh~~”
Amid a series of faint, grating friction sounds, the form of Heavenly Craft Opens Things gradually solidified…
Three years later, in the Seven Stars Sea Region.
An exhausted Jun Moyan looked at Tiangong Island, so close at hand, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
Over the course of three years, Jun Moyan had finally gathered all two main ingredients needed for his breakthrough to Nascent Soul.
“Finally… home…”
Jun Moyan let out a quiet breath of relief, a faint smile hanging on his face.
Traveling abroad was not only dangerous but bitterly hard.
This past year, he had fought countless battles of technique against men and demons, great and small, and endured every kind of hardship.
Thankfully, he had the Storage Ring Lu Qingyang had prepared for him.
Only because of that had he repeatedly escaped disaster.
Now, returning to his homeland, his spirits soared.
“Huff huff huff!”
Abruptly, Jun Moyan’s footsteps halted. His brows furrowed as he looked into the distance.
He saw that as he drew closer to Tiangong Island, several streaks of flowing light shot toward him like racing rainbows.
“Hm?”
Sensing that sharp, fierce aura, Jun Moyan’s pupils constricted.
“Beep beep, intrusion detected!”
“Halt, intruder. Determining hostility.”
“Determining, please wait…”
“Determination complete. No hostility. Intruder, state your name.”
Jun Moyan looked at the four metal puppets before him, gleaming blue all over and speaking without a trace of emotion, and his expression shook violently.
With his cultivation at the great perfection of Golden Core, how could he possibly fail to see that these puppets were not only all Tier-Three Puppets of True Monarch Weibi?
And what was even more bizarre — the puppets could talk?
Jun Moyan suddenly felt that Tiangong Island in the distance was a little unfamiliar.
He even suspected he had taken the wrong route.
A moment later, urged on by the mechanical voices of several puppets with powerful auras, Jun Moyan spoke with some hesitation.
“This humble one… Jun Moyan.”
“Beep, searching directory, please wait…”
“Search complete. Jun Moyan, Grand Elder of this sect. Verifying now.”
“Verifying, please wait…”
As a string of words rang out, a dazzling white light shot from the red eyes of one of the blue puppets.
The white light swept straight over Jun Moyan, startling him so badly that he immediately prepared to form hand seals and unleash a technique.
But the instant he was about to strike, the white light suddenly dissipated.
“Beep, verification complete. Verification confirmed.”
“Greetings, Grand Elder. Welcome home.”
The blue puppet’s voice rang out again, still cold and emotionless, still monotone.
But it finally let Jun Moyan breathe a sigh of relief…
On Tiangong Island, Jun Moyan flew all the way toward Chaotian Peak.
A mere few hundred li, yet he flew it drenched in sweat, his heart pounding with fright.
A dignified Golden Core True Monarch, staring like a country bumpkin at the various puppets passing back and forth.
The puppets were not frightening. What was frightening was that these puppets could all talk!
And it seemed every puppet recognized him in an instant.
Wherever he passed, whether Production Puppets or Battle Puppets, or some strange, misshapen puppet, all stopped their movements and bowed respectfully.
“Greetings, Grand Elder. Welcome home.”
“Greetings, Grand Elder. Welcome…”
Jun Moyan flew toward Chaotian Peak in a state of dread the whole way.
He knew all of this must have been arranged by his remarkable Sect Master martial-nephew!
Truly worthy of a genius!
Jun Moyan sighed inwardly. Truly worthy of a peerless monstrous talent seen once in a thousand years!
How long had it been, and Tiangong Island already felt utterly unfamiliar to him.
And for some reason, the higher he flew, the stronger a sense of unease grew in his heart.
As if something primordial and ferocious lurked above the heavens.
Once it erupted, it would surely destroy heaven and earth, slaughter the firmament.
At this thought, Jun Moyan raised his head and looked at the thick clouds ten thousand meters above.
A deep sense of oppression rushed at him, chilling his spine.
Just then, a fierce wind blew past, scattering a cloud cluster and revealing the scene within.
Countless bright silver tubes densely covered the clouds above.
Each tube was engraved with ancient, complex patterns, giving off a profound and unfathomable impression.
These tubes stretched for a full hundred li, at a glance everything laid bare.
Spread across the entire sky above Tiangong Island.
“Hiss—!”
Even though Jun Moyan had long guessed something was wrong in the sky, he could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Because a Golden Core great perfection cultivator’s premonition clearly told him that these dense tubes contained an extremely terrifying power…