Zhou Yan's gaze sharpened.
He raised his right hand and slapped it down forcefully.
*Clack!*
The restriction shattered, and a long-sealed memory surfaced in his mind.
This was the life experience of the Demon Dragon Hall Master.
From his childhood to his final demise, even the detailed progression of this battle, all appeared clearly in Zhou Yan's mind.
"Hiss..."
"Too tragic!"
"No matter which faction it was, to possess such strength to force the Demon Dragon Hall Master to this extent..."
Zhou Yan was deeply shaken.
This war was too brutal.
Existed after existed, powerful beyond compare, fell into pools of blood, their eyes wide with unwilling deaths!
He even saw that this Demon Dragon Hall Master, forced to use a soul-burning secret art, directly drew his divine consciousness out of his body.
Then, he employed a certain unfathomable secret technique, using his divine consciousness to escape. In the end, he burrowed into the earth and disappeared.
"Truly ruthless!"
Zhou Yan couldn't help but gasp.
Generally, after a powerful being died, their physical body would collapse. Even if a strong individual managed to preserve their primordial spirit, it would eventually dissipate.
But this Demon Dragon Hall Master, who knew what method he used, actually managed to hide underground using his divine consciousness, waiting for an opportunity to revive!
This scheme was too grand!
Moreover, such a method was far too perilous.
Once exposed, he would inevitably be hunted by all factions.
The Demon Dragon Hall Master could be considered a formidable figure.
Unwilling to die!
He chose to linger on, waiting for a chance for revenge!
"Eh?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan noticed that as the Demon Dragon Hall Master perished, several dark, black beads flew out from his remains, hovering in the air, emitting a dim glow, as if radiating peculiar energy.
These black beads flickered with a faint dark light, exuding a chilling aura.
"The Demon Dragon Hall Master didn't destroy them."
Zhou Yan muttered to himself, then flicked his finger.
*Whoosh!*
These black beads instantly flew into the distance and vanished.
"Eh? What is that!"
Zhou Yan shifted his gaze and suddenly discovered that in a corner of the Demon Dragon Hall Master's bedroom, stood a massive bronze coffin.
Within the bronze coffin, lay a set of ancient, weathered bones.
These bones were utterly decayed, leaving only the stark white skeleton, along with a silver-grey armor and a long sword.
The long sword, though speckled with rust, was incredibly sharp, exuding an oppressive aura just from its blade.
"This long sword is likely at the level of a spirit artifact!"
Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He reached out to touch it and immediately felt a stinging sensation.
"No!"
"I can't touch it anymore, or I might be wounded by the sharpness of this long sword."
Zhou Yan frowned, quickly retreated, and put distance between them.
He glanced at the bronze coffin, hesitated, and did not disturb it.
He quietly turned and left the palace.
"The Demon Dragon Hall Master's legacy is truly abundant."
Zhou Yan was extremely excited.
The entire Demon Dragon Hall had been emptied.
However, to his regret, although he had obtained many treasures, he never found too many cultivation techniques, elixirs, or magic artifacts.
His territory had many soldiers and heroes, and the daily consumption of resources was astronomical.
If he hadn't plundered the resources of so many factions before, Zhou Yan's current resources would likely be much scarcer.
Fortunately, the territory possessed many secret realms that could enhance strength, otherwise, it wouldn't be easy for the people of the territory to improve their power so quickly.
After all, cultivation required resources.
No matter how much wealth Zhou Yan possessed, it would be consumed.
"It seems I need to find another way."
"Although the inheritance of the Demon Dragon Hall is powerful, after merging it, it can only fill some of the deficiencies in my cultivation techniques."
Zhou Yan pondered for a moment and made a decision.
"This street is the mausoleum of the Demon Dragon Hall Master. Since these treasures are all here,"
"Then I might as well go to this Demon Dragon Tomb first and search around to see if there's anything suitable for me."
"If there is, I'll take it along the way."
Zhou Yan secretly calculated.
...
"Rumble! Rumble!"
Roaring sounds exploded, like muffled thunder rolling, growing closer.
"Not good!"
"Enemies are approaching!"
Zhou Yan's expression changed, his body flickered, and he immediately concealed himself.
"What's going on?"
"Is someone engaged in a fierce battle?"
Zhou Yan held his breath and looked in the direction from which the sound was coming.
In his line of sight, several teams were fighting.
The leader was enveloped in dazzling golden light, with a golden holy saber on his back, holding a war halberd, majestic and radiating immense power!
"Is that people from Yellow Springs City?"
Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed, recognizing the insignia on their clothing.
This group wore the distinctive robes of Yellow Springs City, with a radiant sun embroidered on their chests, representing Yellow Springs City.
Beside them stood several other figures, equally powerful, likely other experts from Yellow Springs City.
These individuals seemed to be discussing something.
"Are these people also here for that item?"
Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat.
What exactly was that item?
His gaze flickered, he observed closely, and suddenly his pupils contracted violently, and he gasped in shock.
"That item is..."
Zhou Yan's eyes widened, disbelieving.
"It's a stone tablet, with nine characters on it – the Yellow Springs Nine Absolutes Stele!"
His heart pounded.
In Yellow Springs City, there was a mysterious and unfathomable Yellow Springs Stele.
It was said that a peerless expert had once inscribed nine characters on this Yellow Springs Stele: "Yellow Springs Nine Absolutes"!
This inscription contained the martial arts insights and cultivation experience of a peerless expert!
Every hundred years, new inscriptions would appear on this stele!
The number of these inscriptions was vast, encompassing numerous cultivation insights, even covering all aspects.
Each insight could increase a cultivator's power, enhance understanding of martial arts, or even lead to the comprehension of new divine abilities!
In short, any insight was of extraordinary value, enough to cause a sensation!
And these insights had a common characteristic: they were extremely difficult to master!
Anyone who wished to comprehend these inscriptions had to pay a great price.
This price could even shorten their lifespan!
Moreover, if the comprehension failed, even if one somehow gained an insight, they might be crippled by it.
"Is it that powerful?"
Zhou Yan marveled.
This scene was almost identical to what he had witnessed before.
The Demon Dragon Hall Master was indeed a supreme being who once roamed the Heavenly Domain; his legacy contained such a heaven-defying item!
"Hmm?"
"Something's not right!"
Suddenly, a warning bell rang in Zhou Yan's heart.
He abruptly looked up and ahead.
He saw the void ahead distorting and rippling, with waves appearing, and then, a robust and tall figure slowly walked over.
This was a middle-aged man.
He was burly, with bulging muscles, exuding a powerful aura that made the surrounding space tremble.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Yan's pupils narrowed.
This person's aura was simply terrifying, unfathomably deep!
Moreover, he had clearly seen this person in a room far away just moments ago.