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"Bang!"
After taking a thunderous strike from the Primordial Golden-Banded Staff, the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit's massive body was sent flying backward, crashing down from the sky like a cannonball. It smashed through towering ancient trees, cleaving them apart.
The once-powerful death aura that shrouded its body dissipated completely, leaving behind only a withered, lifeless husk.
In the distance, Cai Lin and the others were momentarily stunned as they watched the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit being obliterated in an instant. When they snapped back to their senses, they couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
They were clearly shaken by the sheer power of Mo Yu's Primordial Golden-Banded Staff.
"As expected of a weapon that once reached the level of a saint artifact…"
Han Yue murmured in awe. Even though the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit had already been weakened significantly, the Primordial Golden-Banded Staff's terrifying might was undeniable. Its power was leagues above their own quasi-saint artifacts.
Hovering in the sky, Mo Yu exhaled in relief upon confirming the beast spirit's destruction. The heavy black staff in his hand slowly shrank until it was no larger than an embroidery needle, which he casually tucked into his ear.
With a flicker of his figure, he appeared beside the fallen beast spirit. A wave of his sleeve turned its withered body to dust, leaving behind only a black heart that slowly floated upward.
That black heart was filled with an overwhelming death aura, having been tainted by it for countless millennia.
This was the Beast Spirit Heart—the key item they needed to qualify for entry into the inner region of the Divine Graveyard.
Mo Yu waved his hand, storing the heart away as a relaxed expression crossed his face. After all the preparation, things had gone smoothly, and they had successfully slain the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit.
Most importantly, they had accomplished this feat without suffering any casualties—something that only the strongest teams among the top-tier clans could claim.
"The power of the Primordial Golden-Banded Staff is truly astonishing…"
As Han Yue and the others approached, he couldn't help but glance at Mo Yu's ear with a look of lingering shock.
"But the cost isn't small either."
Mo Yu chuckled and shook his head. "Every time I activate it, it costs a million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid. If I use it too often, I won't have any left for cultivation."
Hearing this, the group laughed. They knew Mo Yu was only joking. With this treasure in his hands, he now had a formidable trump card, greatly increasing his survival chances.
After all, in this world, no amount of Supreme Spirit Liquid could compare to one's own life. And with Mo Yu's background, he certainly wasn't lacking in resources.
"Now that we have the Beast Spirit Heart, let's head straight to the entrance of the inner region."
Mo Yu glanced at the devastated battlefield and spoke. He was eager to enter the inner region and confirm whether the Ancient Swallowing Python—or even the Primordial Ancestral Ape—truly existed there.
The others had no objections and nodded in agreement.
Without any further delay, Mo Yu waved his sleeve and transformed into a streak of light, shooting forward. Behind him, Cai Lin and the others closely followed.
Traversing the forest took only a few minutes since nothing obstructed their path. However, as they flew across the landscape, they suddenly noticed something unusual.
"What's that?"
Cai Lin pointed downward in surprise. In the depths of the forest lay a vast stretch of destruction—deep fissures that scarred the earth. The scene indicated a battle of great intensity had occurred there.
Some of the cracks extended all the way to the area where the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit had been slain.
Mo Yu's eyes flickered with thought. "I had a feeling that beast spirit was injured when we fought it. Looks like I was right—this must be where it happened."
"The traces don't suggest a clash with another team. The presence of heavy death aura means it was likely a battle between beast spirits." Han Yue observed carefully before speaking.
"Beast spirits fight each other?" Mang Yu asked in surprise.
"If something attracts them strongly enough, they won't hesitate to kill their own kind." Mang Lie said calmly.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's gaze sharpened. His eyes followed the traces on the ground, and in the next instant, he moved, appearing atop a mountain peak. As his eyes swept over the landscape, his black pupils narrowed.
"That place is…?"
Beyond the mountain lay a vast, eerie valley. The valley was shrouded in a dense, inky-black mist of death aura.
The death aura was so thick that it had condensed into death clouds above the valley. Wisps of black rain drizzled down—each droplet formed from pure death energy.
This level of death aura far surpassed anything Mo Yu had encountered before.
Within the valley, he could faintly see over a dozen dark figures, each one seated in silence, enveloped in overwhelming death energy. Their strength was vastly superior to seventh-grade beast spirits—without a doubt, they were all eighth-grade beast spirits!
Mo Yu's eyes flickered with thought. Then, as if sensing something, his gaze penetrated the layers of death aura and locked onto a spot deep within the valley's swamp.
There, an ancient withered tree stood tall. Upon one of its branches sat a motionless figure.
That figure lacked any trace of life yet was not surrounded by death aura either. At first glance, it resembled someone who had only just died.
But Mo Yu's expression turned solemn—this was undoubtedly a true ninth-grade beast spirit, far beyond the injured Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit they had slain earlier!
His eyes moved toward a certain part of the swamp, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
What appeared in his vision was a tranquil pond, spanning several dozen meters. Its waters were crystal clear, exuding a dense aura of spiritual energy.
Within the pond, clusters of azure lotuses thrived, radiating vibrant life force.
And at the bottom of that pond, a lotus the size of a clenched fist—its petals a vibrant jade-green like pure emerald—was quietly growing.
Though its root was embedded deep within the swamp of death aura, the lotus remained crystal clear and immaculate, exuding an astonishing pulse of life that rendered the pond even purer.
The jade-like azure lotus slowly unfurled its petals, and at its core lay a lotus seed as white and flawless as jade. Its surface was inscribed with mysterious patterns—not man-made, but as if drawn by Heaven and Earth—seemingly fermenting an overwhelming surge of vitality and the purest spiritual energy of the world.
It was none other than the Nine-Turn Azure Lotus!
The so-called Nine-Turn Spiritual Lotus is an exceedingly rare treasure of both heaven and earth. This lotus grows by absorbing the vital energy of the world in a most enigmatic manner.
What makes it even more enticing is the rumor that if one were to ingest and refine it, the chances of breaking through the bottleneck of the Supreme Realm could be dramatically increased.
It is well known that in this vast world, breaking through to the Supreme Realm is an immensely arduous task.
Countless prodigies have exhausted their potential and innate talent within the Ninth-Grade Supreme, remaining trapped at the level of Ninth-Grade Supreme without ever taking that near-miraculous step to alter their fate.
Precisely because of this, treasures that can help one shatter the constraints of the Supreme Realm are priceless beyond measure. And right now, this Nine-Turn Spiritual Lotus is one such treasure.
Mo Yu had recently recalled that the prophesied Child of Destiny, Mu Chen, was fated to encounter a Nine-Turn Azure Lotus on the Divine Beast Origin in the future. That memory made him pay close attention to this bizarre valley—and it turned out his luck was not far behind, for he too had encountered such a fortuitous event!
Though it remained uncertain whether this Nine-Turn Azure Lotus was the very same one Mu Chen would find a hundred years later, one thing was clear: now that it had appeared before him, there was absolutely no chance of letting it slip away!
"I intend to go in," Mo Yu declared decisively, turning to Cai Lin and the others.
At his words, Han Yue and the rest exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what Mo Yu had discovered that would compel him to venture into such a perilous valley. Yet, having spent days together, Cai Lin and the others trusted him implicitly, and they all nodded in silent agreement.
Seeing their assent, Mo Yu smiled faintly. After giving a few brief instructions, he clenched his hand—and the black orb that shimmered with lightning appeared in his palm.
"Rely on you now, buddy…" he murmured under his breath. With that, his figure streaked away like flowing light, directly toward the valley choked by oppressive death aura.
Watching Mo Yu's retreating back, Cai Lin's beautiful eyes flashed with contemplation. Knowing him well, she sensed that something within that valley was enticing enough to capture his interest—a treasure of such magnitude that it drew him in.
Her cool, elegant smile deepened as she recalled the days on the Dou Qi Continent when Mo Yu's string of miraculous encounters eventually crowned him the Thunder Emperor in their eyes.
Meanwhile, as Mo Yu neared the valley, the death aura there grew ever more intense. Dark death clouds loomed in the sky, and fine droplets of black "rain" began to fall, shrouding the entire world in a cold, grim pall.
Whoosh!
Taking advantage of the perfected protective might of his Divine Beast Physique, Mo Yu plunged headlong into the valley engulfed by death clouds.
The very moment his foot touched the valley floor, several black silhouettes seated within the valley abruptly snapped open their hollow eyes, letting out furious, low roars.
Swish!
A number of these figures shot forth as streaks of black light, launching directly at Mo Yu in an attempt to encircle and overwhelm him.
Boom!
Yet Mo Yu remained utterly calm. With a mighty stomp of his robust foot on the ground, his speed surged dramatically. In the blink of an eye, he dashed through the blockade formed by several eighth-grade beast spirits—as if a phantom—charging straight toward the depths of the valley.
Roar!
Seeing their attempt to intercept fail, the remaining eighth-grade beast spirits bellowed in anger. They all rose to their feet and surged forward to gang up on Mo Yu.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Even with his formidable physical prowess, Mo Yu's speed reached an astonishing level. He deftly wove between the clumsy interceptions of the eight-grade beast spirits, exploiting their lack of cunning to repeatedly break free from their encirclement, and pressed deeper into the valley.
After several minutes of relentless pursuit and evasion, Mo Yu finally stepped into the expanse of the death aura swamp.
At that moment, deep within the swamp, a ninth-grade beast spirit—seated atop a withered log—also opened its eyes.
Unlike before, its eyes no longer appeared as empty voids. Instead, a faint glimmer of light could be seen—a sign of a slight spark of true spiritual essence. Compared to the eighth-grade beast spirits, this ninth-grade beast spirit possessed a hint more of true soul.
Roar!
The ninth-grade beast spirit fixed its gaze on Mo Yu and let out a low roar. Even across the distance, it unleashed a fist in a single, powerful blow.
Boom!
As the fist was thrown, the space before it shattered like broken glass. Cracks spread in all directions, and a vast torrent of death aura pierced through space. In the blink of an eye, it materialized right in front of Mo Yu and surged forward in a savage attack.
Faced with this fearsome onslaught of death aura, Mo Yu spun on his heel at the critical moment, deftly dodging the attack. The death aura blast tore through the side, shattering a massive section of the mountain wall into fragments.
Even though he skillfully evaded the deadly impact, Mo Yu still felt the aftershock ripple through his body, causing his vital energy and blood to churn. He inwardly shuddered—clearly, a ninth-grade beast spirit was indeed formidable…
Had he engaged it head-on with his current strength, no matter what all-out measures he employed, he might only have achieved a stalemate with such a foe.
The ninth-grade beast spirit, noticing that Mo Yu had managed to dodge its strike, grew increasingly agitated. It roared again, and its death aura erupted like a violent storm.
With a forceful stomp of its paw, the beast spirit's body vanished in an instant, only to reappear at the very edge of the heavens.
As the ninth-grade beast spirit re-emerged into Mo Yu's sight, an overwhelming pressure suddenly surged throughout the heavens and earth. Mo Yu's skin prickled with pain—a clear sign that he was sensing extreme danger.
Realizing the threat, Mo Yu decisively halted his advance. The raw power of his bodily strength erupted like a volcano, and he abruptly changed direction, sprinting like lightning toward another path.
Meanwhile, the ninth-grade beast spirit rapidly gave chase, with the eighth-grade beast spirits roaring as they closed in behind him.
What surprised Mo Yu was the astonishing speed of the ninth-grade beast spirit. Even with its mighty physical strength, it was relentlessly closing the gap.
Within just a few minutes, Mo Yu felt an immense, terrifying pressure closing in from behind. He could even detect the fetid stench of death aura emanating from the beast spirit.
If this continued, the ninth-grade beast spirit would soon catch up with him.
Mo Yu's eyes flashed with resolve. He inhaled deeply, and with a sudden burst of motion, he appeared atop a small hill. Turning to face the surging death aura behind him, he extended his sleeve and grasped the black thunder orb tightly—a sound of rolling thunder echoing with its grip.
"Enough…"
He murmured to himself. Then, with a steely glint in his eyes, he shook his hand—and the black thunder orb released a brilliant arc of lightning that shot forth toward the rolling tide of death aura.
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