CHAPTER 1211: CHAPTER 795: HUNTING THE ANCESTRAL DAO REALM

"An ancestral artifact truly indifferent to worldly affairs."

Xiang Beifei felt quite helpless, as the Yu Divine Stele was too gentle, sometimes making him think it wasn’t suited for battle.

But this was a good thing, as it prevented any greater disturbances.

Yet, in the end, the Yu Divine Stele was quite powerful; he could vaguely perceive the strength contained within it. Although not a complete ancestral artifact, its capabilities were not extensive, mainly used to suppress things like the Ruishui River.

However, after the Yu Divine Stele combined with its pedestal, the power inside it became increasingly immense, and the aura it exuded was even stronger than Xiang Beifei’s!

This stele truly hid its strength well.

Fortunately, the Yu Divine Stele, although more powerful than Xiang Beifei at present, did not supersede its master role and remained quiet, exuding a sense of warmth and friendliness.

Who wouldn’t love a gentle and composed entity?

Hai Fuyu, seeing the Yu Divine Stele restored to its completeness, didn’t hesitate and emitted a blue stream of light from his body. This light gradually condensed in the air, forming a divine mark, and merged into the Yu Divine Stele.

The seventy-seven divine marks on the Yu Divine Stele transformed into seventy-eight.

Yet Hai Fuyu didn’t disappear; clearly, his strength remained formidable, existing in a unique form externally, representing the Heavenly Dao divine mark and himself.

However, with Xiang Beifei wielding the Yu Divine Stele, he clearly perceived a connection formed between him and Hai Fuyu through the stele, allowing him to completely suppress Hai Fuyu if needed.

With this thought, he was slightly relieved.

Whish!

The surrounding weak water began to swarm toward Hai Fuyu, merging into his spirit. The vast Weak Water Sea Area surged toward him, akin to a whale’s inhalation, devouring all the weak water.

This spectacle was truly magnificent, given the vastness of this water area. Although it floated in the air, it spanned at least tens of thousands of square kilometers. Yet, all this weak water was drawn into Hai Fuyu’s body.

Or rather, they constituted Hai Fuyu’s body.

For these weak waters, after all, were originally transformed from his body!

In a moment, the weak water had completely vanished, leaving the surroundings vacant, forming a vast basin, with its deepest part reaching tens of thousands of meters beneath, barren and only patches of dried earth in sight.

Hai Fuyu stretched slightly, extending his arms, feeling reborn. His hands no longer appeared frail; on the contrary, after absorbing all the weak water, his body became much sturdier.

"The breath of freedom."

He couldn’t help but let out a low growl!

Buzz!

A potent aura instantly swept out from him as the center.

However, this aura didn’t roll far; it only extended a mere dozen meters before retracting in the blink of an eye.

"Now is not the time to howl at the sky."

Hai Fuyu smiled faintly, fully controlling his powers at will. After all, being an ancient being who lived for countless years, he knew what to do and what not to do, exercising restraint in his actions.

"It’s time to hunt."

He stretched, flexing his muscles.

"Hunt?" Xiang Beifei raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? They are allowed to lie in wait at each spiritual artifact’s location, but we can’t actively hunt them to catch them off guard?" Hai Fuyu inquired.

The Dao Palace, to ensure the ancestral artifact shards were brought, chose to hide near each broken ancestral artifact, ready to snatch it once the artifact was completed.

Xiaohei clenched his right fist, tapping it on his left palm, then extended his thumb and index finger, pointing at Hai Fuyu, winking and grinning, "I’m starting to appreciate you!"

"I’ve been trapped here in the Common Valley for many years. Though I couldn’t act, I’m very familiar with everything here. The Houtu Tribe sent quite a few people, and I’ll teach you how to identify them." Hai Fuyu said.

Xiang Beifei had no objections to this suggestion; taking the initiative was far better than remaining passive.

"Alright, lead the way." Xiang Beifei replied.

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The dense mountains rose and fell, lush vegetation shading the sky, while a faint mist drifted around, and a chill spread throughout.

On one of the mountain’s midsections, an unremarkable cliff was completely covered by vines, not visible from the outside.

Two people sat on the cliff, their presences entirely concealed, blending seamlessly with the surrounding rock face, even divine sense sweeping by would not detect them.

These two individuals were Ancestral Dao Realm experts of the Dao Palace, one a tall young man clad in a luxurious purple robe, exuding an air of nobility and otherworldly grace with every gesture.

The other, a middle-aged man in a black robe, exuded a deep aura, enveloping his surroundings, his expression cold and indifferent.

After a moment, the purple-robed young man suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Did you feel it just now? That intense fluctuation, it seemed like a battle occurred."

"Battles occur in Common Valley every day." The black-robed middle-aged man remarked.

"I know, but that wasn’t a battle of ancestral artifacts. It seemed to originate from the weak water." The purple-robed young man said deeply.

The black-robed man frowned slightly, "I remember Wu Dian was guarding there; if something happened, he would’ve reported it by now."

The purple-robed young man replied, "But I feel uneasy; I can’t perceive him anymore."

"What? Are you worried he’ll be killed by an ancestral artifact?" The black-robed man asked.

"It’s not the ancestral artifact I’m worried about; it’s Wufeng!" The purple-robed young man stated.