On the peak of a verdant mountain, Sha Wu's search came up empty.
She had not found the Pangu Blood, and the faint residual aura of it at this location had vanished without a trace.
Dracula flicked his tails, and a dense swarm of crimson bats surged out, flying in all directions to begin a carpet-like search.
However, their efforts ultimately proved fruitless.
Dracula's expression instantly turned grave. "Has that Pangu Blood become a spirit? It's faster than us! Master, perhaps we should let it go. If the Pangu Blood has already taken form, it will be troublesome."
After all, it was Pangu Blood. Once it achieved enlightenment, it would undoubtedly be terrifying, something they could not easily provoke.
Sha Wu revealed a sweet smile, having confirmed that there was indeed Pangu Blood within the Xuanyuan Cave. This was the best news.
She said, "If the Pangu Blood has truly taken form, would it need to flee? We would be the ones to flee. It wouldn't have leaked its aura. Therefore, there's no need to worry; we just need to find a way to capture it."
Upon hearing this, Dracula's tense heart finally relaxed.
He began summoning more blood bats and searched meticulously.
Ji Mo, leading Anubis, took a different route.
Besides searching for Pangu Blood, he also wanted to find more materials to repair the Creation Jade Disk, the Chaos Bell, and the Immortal Slaying Sword.
Outside, rare minerals were now scarce and hard to find in the world. But this was the dwelling place of three Saint Emperors, so treasures were surely everywhere, with countless rare artifacts.
He walked and stopped, dug and pried, obtaining many good things and having a good harvest.
Anubis, on the other hand, felt like it had been poked in the butt with a small knife, its eyes wide open.
It seriously suspected Ji Mo had x-ray vision, as he could see where good things were hidden, as if he were just picking them up.
At the same time, it also reaped considerable benefits. Some scrap materials that Ji Mo overlooked ultimately ended up benefiting it.
...
Deep in the southern part of Xuanyuan Cave.
An altar soared into the clouds, ancient and weathered, built from various large stones.
The altar was ancient, bearing the marks of time and weather, exuding a profound sense of history.
The entire altar was interwoven with runes, flowing with radiant light.
Looking around, one could see dozens of murals carved upon it.
The content of these murals could drive any cultivator to madness, even gods. They would do anything to claim them.
The murals, whether in graphic or script form, recorded incredible techniques and divine abilities.
The three highest murals were of astonishing origin, representing powerful killing moves that echoed through ancient and modern times. If one could cultivate them successfully, their combat power would undoubtedly increase dozens of times.
These three divine abilities were the Five-Colored Divine Light Technique, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique, and Three Heads Six Arms.
Before the altar, over twenty cultivators gathered, divided into two groups, their swords drawn, poised to clash at any moment.
Unexpectedly, one side consisted of only a man and a woman, yet they stood their ground against enemies ten times their number.
This man and woman were Zhang Ye and Li Shiying. They guarded the altar fiercely, allowing no one to approach.
"Are you seeking death? Do you dare to block us with just two people?"
A bald monk from the larger group spoke, his expression sinister, his killing intent unconcealed in his eyes.
Other cultivators chimed in, drawing their weapons and treasures to intimidate.
Li Shiying retorted fearlessly, "Everyone can observe and cultivate the techniques and divine abilities recorded on the altar. Whether they can learn them depends on their own abilities. However, you actually want to dig them up and take them away, which is absolutely unacceptable."
Zhang Ye's attitude was even more resolute. "Man's greed knows no bounds. You are not satisfied with cultivating them and shamelessly intend to snatch them away? These are precious treasures left by our Human Emperor of Huaxia, how can mere ghosts and monsters like you covet them?"
The altar was first discovered by him and Li Shiying, and they had no intention of hoarding it, allowing other cultivators to learn together.
Initially, these ungrateful wretches behaved themselves. But as their numbers grew, they developed wicked intentions and wanted to monopolize it.
Zhang Ye and Li Shiying naturally refused and stood in their way, risking their lives.
"Words are not proof. You say your Human Emperor left them, so show us the evidence."
"That's right, this is clearly ownerless property. Anyone who sees it has a share."
"If you don't want to die, get lost. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite."
...
These cultivators were almost all from abroad, surprisingly thick-skinned, and very adept at telling blatant lies.
Everyone knew this place was Xuanyuan Cave, the hidden dwelling of the Saint Emperor of the Huaxia human race. Yet they shamelessly insisted that what belonged to your house was not yours, playing a masterful game of robber's logic.
The bald monk grew impatient and let out a cold snort. "Why waste more words? Let's just snatch it. The cultivation world is a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong; might makes right. Good things are right in front of us; whoever snatches them gets them."
As soon as he spoke, he made the first move.
The bald monk circulated his immortal power, his entire body radiating brilliant Buddhist light as he charged forward.
"Kill them, and we'll divide everything on the altar!"
The other cultivators also exuded killing intent, not taking Zhang Ye and Li Shiying seriously at all, and launched their attacks.
Facing enemies ten times their number, Zhang Ye and Li Shiying showed no fear and met the assault.
"My body is covered in golden light, protecting me!"
Zhang Ye immediately cast the Golden Light Charm, his entire body enveloped in golden energy, erupting with dazzling light.
Then, he forcefully charged into the crowd, employing the lightning techniques of Mount Longhu: "Heaven and Earth are square, the nine chapters of the law, the might of the five thunders, all ghosts shall be hidden!"
Li Shiying followed the path of mechanical ascension, her entire being filled with technology and ingenuity.
The first step was to activate her nano-battle suit, her exquisite figure completely covered in metal, giving her a look of technological beauty.
Immediately, she unleashed energy cannons, providing long-range support to Zhang Ye.
Both of them were beings who had signed the Investiture of the Gods, possessing a telepathic connection. Their coordination was extremely默契, allowing them to fight against a larger force and completely suppress their opponents.
Rumbling...
Lightning flashed, and thunderous energy raged.
A large area in front of the altar was covered in energy, with continuous explosions.
The bald monk roared repeatedly, manifesting his Arhat Dharma Body to protect himself.
The other cultivators also used all their means, but they couldn't make any significant impact, only enduring beatings.
The battle was one-sided.
However, Zhang Ye and Li Shiying did not use lethal force, as several of their opponents were Divine Chosen ones with powerful backing, causing them to hesitate.
The over twenty cultivators were beaten badly, bruised and swollen, their bodies emitting smoke, with many areas scorched black.
They doubted their very existence, that twenty-plus people couldn't defeat two, which was humiliating.
Especially the Divine Chosen ones, they were filled with grief and indignation.
As fortunate ones chosen by the gods, they should have been the pride of heaven, the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation. Yet, they were being thrashed. How could they face anyone in the future?
The bald monk suffered the worst, his head bleeding, his eyes blackened, yet he still yelled, "Bastards, how dare you injure me? You will all die a terrible death."
Li Shiying stepped forward and kicked him away, shouting, "It's good enough that I'm not killing you."
"Kill me? I am a Divine Chosen, do you dare?"
The bald monk spat blood but remained defiant. Seeing a ball of divine light approaching from a distance, he sneered, "Hahaha, my god has arrived, and you two will have no place to be buried."
Following him, two others also laughed, as they were also Divine Chosen, and their patron deities had entered Xuanyuan Cave and were now arriving soon.
Once the gods descended, crushing Zhang Ye and Li Shiying would be as simple as crushing a bug.
As expected, a total of three balls of divine light appeared, rushing forward rapidly.