The sound of Lin Mo's blood flowing like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, roaring within his meridians like thunder.

Lin Mo forcibly suppressed the excitement within him and continued walking toward the light ahead.

Zhen Yuanzi and Lin Mo walked out of the tunnel entrance, once again taken aback.

This was not an exit at all.

Instead, it was a grander palace, entirely constructed of gold and jade, extremely luxurious, unheard of, and several times larger than the palace they began in, seemingly endless.

"Mr. Lin, what do you see there?" Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed with a dark light.

"Be careful, I sense a strong aura ahead."

Lin Mo frowned but did not stop walking, continuing forward.

There seemed to be something calling him, drawing him forward.

"Such a strong aura, I feel like that thing could slap me to death with a single blow!" Zhen Yuanzi said awkwardly.

The two continued forward and finally saw countless steps ahead, about a hundred meters high.

"Let's go up and have a look."

Lin Mo climbed the steps, not flying directly, but walking step by step upward.

Finally, reaching the top of the steps, he saw a uniquely shaped throne made of pure white jade, on which sat a skeleton, with each bone emitting a jade-like luster, like glazed jade, exuding a sense of ancient, eternal, powerful aura from the remains.

"What is this?" Zhen Yuanzi was initially stunned by the sight, then showed a doubtful look.

Lin Mo commented to himself, "Bones like jade, even after death for ten thousand years, remain uncorrupted." The person before him had a cultivation at least in the Divinity Transformation Stage, having died for untold years, yet the decay had not touched the bones, which still glistened like crystal jade, and the lingering aura was unsettling.

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Fortunately, he's dead, or else he could likely slap me into oblivion."

"This person had at least a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivation and has likely been dead for a thousand years," Lin Mo said indifferently.

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, Zhen Yuanzi's face changed drastically. Even with his standing in the Nine Star Palace, he couldn't believe there were Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators on Earth, who remained formidable despite death a millennium past, their lingering aura still capable of shaking his soul—a truly terrifying thing!

Lin Mo shook his head, realizing that what drew him forward wasn't merely the remains of this powerful figure.

But why was there a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator's remains here?

What place was this?

It was all shrouded in mystery.

"Hmm?"

Lin Mo suddenly raised his head, staring at the wall behind the throne, which was inscribed with symbols, bearing spiritual marks.

Cautiously, Lin Mo split a thread of divine thought, approaching the stone wall behind the throne.

After a long time, Lin Mo retracted the thread, a trace of Pei Yongjun flickering in his eyes.

"Mr. Lin, how is it?" Zhen Yuanzi asked doubtfully, frowning.

"This skeleton was merely a disciple of the notable figure who arranged this secret realm," Lin Mo said flatly, though he felt a measure of shock inside.

Zhen Yuanzi's mouth gaped wide, enough to fit a duck's egg, "You mean, this dead individual was just a disciple of the one who set this up? Then what kind of cultivation does this big figure have?"

"I don't know, but far beyond the Refining God Stage, possibly an Immortal Venerable," Lin Mo said softly.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't know what level an Immortal Venerable was, but with a cultivation several stages above the Refining God Stage, one could imagine the terror of such a big figure.

Lin Mo learned the sequence of events from the spiritual marks on the wall.

The skeleton was the disciple of that notable figure, who, because of straying from his path and attempting to steal his master's treasure, was suppressed here, expending all his life span, ultimately sitting to death.

That disciple was evidently from the Han Country and the mysterious figure, when suppressing his disciple, also casually set a barrier to prevent Golden Core Stage cultivators from leaving Han Country's island.

Perhaps even members of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect were unaware of such a secret inside.

The bones before them were likely those of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect's founder.

"With transcendent cultivation, exceptional talent, and striking brilliance, he couldn't withstand time in the end."

Lin Mo sighed in awe.

Nevertheless, Lin Mo's doubts grew heavier; who was this notable figure capable of casually suppressing a Refining God Stage cultivator and setting a nation's sealing barrier?

What happened on Earth in the past?

All these doubts lingered in Lin Mo's mind, he vaguely felt Earth held a colossal secret.

"Mr. Lin, what are those things over there?"

Zhen Yuanzi's voice interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts, and Lin Mo followed his gaze to see an open stone door beside the throne. "Let's go in and take a look."

Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi flashed into the stone door beside the throne, finding a stone chamber not very large, yet dazzling with radiant light, rich spiritual energy almost condensed into fog, misty and brilliant.

"Spirit Stones?"

Zhen Yuanzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The entire stone chamber was piled with Spirit Stones, all top-grade spiritual stones, each emitting thick spiritual energy.

"So many spirit stones? We're rich!"

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes lit up, wishing to take all the Spirit Stones into his Space Ring.

Spirit Stones were the most basic currency in the Cultivation World, used for both cultivation to absorb spiritual energy and for crafting other items, considered hard currency in the Cultivation World.

Lin Mo's divine thought swept through the stone chamber, his face twitching slightly; there were at least two million spirit stones here.

What does two million mean? The entire Qingxuan Sect has assets not exceeding ten thousand; not even the Hidden Sect's great sects nor the Demon Gate Royal Family probably have such assets.

Lin Mo couldn't help but smile.

They had raided Flame Island, capturing so many cultivators, yet only reaped twenty thousand spirit stones, at that time Lin Mo thought he had become wealthy, now looking at so many spirit stones, he realized he was merely a beggar.

"With these spirit stones, it won't be too worrying about spiritual stone expenditure at least until reaching the Golden Core Stage," Lin Mo thought joyfully.

Soon after, Lin Mo opened his Space Ring, collecting all the spirit stones here, a total of two million top-grade spirit stones. If he could secure invitations to advanced auctions where other pure attribute materials appeared, Lin Mo believed he could purchase them.

As for extracting spiritual veins again, Lin Mo didn't want to try it anymore.

Extracting the Hell Spiritual Vein of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect this time was already very risky and required meticulous planning to succeed.

Moreover, this matter would surely spread, and by then, major powers, sects, and cultivation countries would tightly monitor the spiritual veins, making it impossible to sneak in and extract a spiritual vein again.

However, with these spirit stones in possession, one could think of procuring pure attribute materials through other means.

As Lin Mo cleaned out the stone chamber of Spirit Stones, some other items were left, materials for crafting magic artifacts, and some magic treasures piled in the corner.

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