The first rule of the Upper Realm: Spirit Stones are trash. Immortal Stones are god.
Mo Tian spent the first day draining the camp's stockpile.
He sat in the vault, surrounded by piles of glowing white crystals.
"Devour."
His Chaos Nascent Soul emerged, sucking the energy dry.
[System Level 3.1 Calibrating...] [Conversion Rate Established.] [Current Wealth: 100,000 System Points.]
"Unlock the Shop: Upper Realm Tier," Mo Tian commanded.
The shop interface flickered and changed. Gone were the mortal pills and artifacts.
Immortal Binding Array (Grade 1): 50,000 Points.
Law Pill (Gold): 10,000 Points.
True Immortal Puppet Frame: 500,000 Points.
"Expensive," Mo Tian clicked his tongue.
He bought the Immortal Binding Array.
He walked out to the camp.
"Xue... wait, she's not here," Mo Tian paused. He felt a pang of annoyance. His harem and generals were still in the lower world. He was alone.
"I need new lieutenants."
He gathered the three strongest Ascenders.
Old Sword Saint (Han): Late Stage Divine Transformation (Suppressed).
The Witch of Poisons (Mei): Middle Stage.
The Barbarian King (Tor): Peak Stage Physical Body.
Mo Tian placed his hand on their collars.
"System: Code Break."
He poured Chaos Qi into the runes. The collars shattered.
The three Ascenders gasped as their cultivation rushed back. It wasn't Immortal cultivation yet, but it was the peak of the mortal limit.
"Take these," Mo Tian tossed them basic Immortal Spears he had looted from the guards.
"Guard the perimeter. If anyone approaches, kill them. If they are strong, wake me up."
"Yes, Lord!" They saluted with fanatic zeal.
Mo Tian walked toward the deep mine shaft.
The System had detected an Anomaly.
He descended into the dark. The air grew hot.
At the bottom of the shaft, embedded in the rock, was a massive skull. It wasn't human. It was reptilian.
[Analysis: Skull of a Void Dragon (Juvenile).] [Status: Dead for 10,000 years.] [Core: Intact.]
"A dragon," Mo Tian grinned.
In the lower world, Ye Chen had dragon bone wings. Mo Tian had eaten them, gaining a trace of dragon aura.
"If I eat a real Immortal Dragon's core..."
He placed his hand on the skull.
"Heaven-Devouring Art: Fossil Fuel."
Black veins spread from his hand over the white bone.
THUMP.
A heartbeat echoed in the mine.
The skull's eye sockets ignited with Ghost Fire.
"WHO... WAKES... ME..."
A spectral dragon head floated out of the skull. It was translucent, blue, and angry.
"I am Mo Tian," Mo Tian said. "I'm your new landlord."
"A MERE MORTAL?" The Dragon Ghost roared. "I WILL CONSUME YOUR SOUL!"
It dove at him.
Mo Tian didn't flinch. He opened his mouth.
"Get in my belly."
His Chaos Nascent Soul lunged out of his body, expanding its jaw like a snake. It caught the Dragon Ghost by the neck.
"WHAT?! CHAOS QI?! YOU ARE A TABOO!" The Dragon screamed in terror.
"I know," Mo Tian bit down.
CRUNCH.
He tore a chunk out of the ghost.
[Devouring: Dragon Spirit.] [Gaining: Dragon Scale Armor (Passive).] [Gaining: Void Breath (Active).]
Mo Tian feasted in the dark.
By the time the Profound Gold Sect army arrived two days later, they wouldn't find a mine.
They would find a Dragon's Den.