Chapter 851: Chapter 847: The Strange Pearl

He stood at the summit, shaking his head and sighing.

Indeed, no one can take all the advantages.

The Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record has only been practiced to the First Form, resulting in the ability to collect only two Spiritual Treasures.

Spiritual Treasures…

He stood on the summit, introspecting, focusing on this Ancient Sword.

The Ancient Sword has already shrunk to the size of a matchstick, suspended at the Yongquan point, surrounded by golden brilliance.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly had a thought: are all Spiritual Treasures golden?

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion is golden, and this Ancient Sword is also golden, is gold the common color of Spiritual Treasures?

The golden shine lacks any sense of vulgarity; instead, it conveys a peculiar majesty and solemnity.

His thoughts merged with the Ancient Sword, faintly feeling a sense of hunger.

In the next instant, he realized.

This Ancient Sword has always been in a critical state, as if it has suffered a severe injury and is slowly recovering.

It continuously absorbs the earth’s power, yet its recovery remains exceedingly slow.

Clearly, the damage it suffered requires an enormous strength or even a higher-tier force to restore it.

He helplessly shook his head.

So, it cannot be used?

Then he thought, if the purest and highest level of power in the world exists, it would most likely be the force of the Spiritual Abyss.

He vanished in a flash.

In the next moment, he appeared at the Spiritual Abyss First Peak.

Standing next to the statue, he struck the First Form of Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.

The surging force from the peak rushed in, drilling into his feet.

The golden light within the Yongquan point blazed, and the pure and surging power was instantly devoured completely.

It didn’t even enter his legs, and failed to nourish or transform them.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyebrows raised, his heart relaxed, and even more violent forces surged in.

Previously, he had been using his mind to resist the influx of power, trying to control the speed to prevent the force from overwhelming his body.

Even though the Realm of Heavenly Dragon Introduction continuously improved, and his body grew stronger, he still couldn’t let go completely.

Now, he finally let go entirely, allowing the force of the Spiritual Abyss to flood in unrestrictedly.

He watched as the mad infusion of Spiritual Abyss force transformed the two Spiritual Treasures.

The golden radiance grew dim, shifting towards purple-gold, creating a more substantial texture.

The patterns on them increased, becoming denser and denser.

With the increase in patterns, he discerned the Divine Language contained within them.

Original Divine inscriptions adorned their surfaces, not just one but a section.

Previously, due to the depletion of Spiritual Energy, they were in half-damaged states, and the Divine Language had extinguished.

But now, as Spiritual Energy poured in, the extinguished Divine Language slowly awoke.

As the Divine Language awakens, the power of their Spiritual Treasures gradually emerges.

And the wonders of the two Spiritual Treasures, he gradually came to know.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, its power lies in illusion, creating Illusion Realms that capture the deepest corners of the human heart, amplifying them to form real illusions.

Even the Venerable caught within cannot remain unaffected; it’s impossible to stay awake.

Its power is strong, but the consumption is equally intense; in today’s world, Spiritual Energy can hardly support such power.

Only the Spiritual Power of the Spiritual Abyss can enable it to drag the Venerable into the Illusion Realm.

The Swift Light Sword, its power is in its quickness, capable of transcending ultimate limitations.

Yet its strength is similarly linked to Spiritual Power.

The further the distance and the stronger the force to be overcome, the greater the required Spiritual Power.

If the Spiritual Power is weak, then the distance is close, and the force to break through is weak.

He thought and felt that the two Spiritual Objects together make killing truly effortless.

Provided the Spiritual Power can hold.

He shook his head.

With their current power, killing a Venerable isn’t worthwhile; it’s better to kill by himself.

Time unknowingly passed.

When he felt the two Spiritual Treasures had reached satisfaction, he left the Spiritual Abyss in a flash.

He reappeared on the mountain peak, under the starry sky.

He didn’t know how many days had passed, or maybe just one.

He was too lazy to think further.

He continued forward until he stopped at a mountain peak.

This mountain peak seemed devoid of any treasure.

There was neither force nor anomaly around; if not for the vibration of the Yongquan points, informing him of a Spiritual Treasure here, he wouldn’t have found it.

Even the Super Sense couldn’t detect it.

He reached the summit, concentrating on his feet, and began moving step by step.

Descending about ten meters from the summit, he finally stopped before two stones.

Each stone stood half a person high, one lay horizontally long, together as if a sword descended from the sky and split them in half.

The gap was a palm’s width.

He bent down, searching within the stone’s crevice for a long time but found nothing with his hands.

His sword-like brows furrowed.

Clearly sensing its presence right there in the crack, yet unable to touch it, it was truly peculiar.

He straightened up, thought, and once more had a flash of insight, instantly revealing an Ancient Sword in his hand.

A sword three feet long, its hilt adorned with beautiful Cloud Patterns, the Sword was a dark purple-gold with faint exotic patterns.

Graceful and outstanding.

He pointed the sword’s tip out, gently stabbing.

“Hiss!”

A beam of golden light shot from the Sword, falling into the stone gap.

“Ding…”

Sounding like the striking of jade.

Suddenly, the air rippled like a wave, and a snowy white orb faintly appeared.

He flicked the sword tip, elevating it into the air.

Indeed, it was a snowy white orb, the size of a longan, as if condensed from mercury.

Upon the sword’s tip, it felt exceptionally heavy.

He reached to grasp it, still clutching at air, as if it remained an illusion.

The sensation of weight and illusion condensed into one orb, giving him an unnerving feeling.

He pondered for a moment, lifting the sword tip.

The orb slowly rolled down, landing in his right hand holding the sword.

With the orb nestled against the sword hilt, it provided a solid feeling, indeed a tangible object.

He knew that once the orb left the sword hilt, it would turn illusory again.

The sensation was truly strange.

Such a peculiar object existed in the world, capable of merging illusion and reality into one.

If not for his deep understanding of the Path of Illusion and Reality, he wouldn’t easily believe what he saw.

Holding this strange orb, he flashed to enter the Spiritual Abyss First Peak.

Unexpectedly upon appearing in the Spiritual Abyss, the strange orb vanished.

Sensing with the Swift Light Sword, nothing. Then with the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, still nothing.

He flashed, returning from the Spiritual Abyss Peak.

This orb’s presence was still sensed; it remained within the stone gap.

Unbelieving, he continued to use the sword’s tip to flick it into his palm, then flashed again.

Subsequently, he flashed back.

Shaking his head helplessly, that strange orb returned to the stone gap.

He thought again, used the sword tip to flick it back to his palm, and walked down the mountain.

He didn’t hurry to use Qinggong, wanting to observe its state slowly.

But after taking ten steps forward, the orb suddenly disappeared from his hand.

He swerved, returning to the stone gap, once more flicking it into his palm.

Next moment, he grasped the strange orb tightly, feeling it has some elasticity, almost like a living being, causing tingles in his body.

Yet he resisted, moving outside the ten steps, and his palm felt a sudden emptiness.

Helplessly, he turned and looked at the stone crevice.

It seemed he couldn’t take this strange orb away.

He placed the Swift Light Sword onto the ground, the orb onto the Sword, then stepped on both with one foot, activating the First Form of the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.

From the earth emerged a thread of Spiritual Abyss force, far gentler compared to the Spiritual Abyss First Peak.

He intended to channel it into the strange orb.

The orb flickered a bit but showed no change, displaying no intention to enter the Yongquan point.

After attempting for a while, he shook his head.

This strange orb cannot be collected by him; does it not favor the Spiritual Abyss’s force?

From the reaction of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion and the Swift Light Sword, they seem to crave the Spiritual Abyss’s force greatly.

Is it because his feet’s Yongquan points already housed Spiritual Treasures hence this occurrence?