Chapter 478: All Treasures Are Mine

After merging with the Azure Lotus Holy Fire, the pill fire's power surged; Chen Chuyang was thrilled, and as soon as he entered, he obtained a decent treasure, his anticipation gradually growing—what kind of treasure would come next?

Time is limited; he cannot delay, moving forward, wanting every treasure he sees. Frankly, these treasures gathering dust here would be better taken out to see the world, rather than being trapped here forever—surely the treasures think the same.

Chen Chuyang had considered taking everything, believing he could do so; but when he tried, he found the place unstable—or rather, the light clusters refused to let him take them, all resisting him.

Acting forcefully would likely cause great trouble, so Chen Chuyang ultimately refrained.

He remembered the surroundings, the formation, and the position.

When the time comes, he can sneak back, temporarily giving the Eldest Princess face; the three treasures are what he promised, and as a man who values reputation, he cannot ruin his own name—later, if he re-enters, that will be his ability.

"Three treasures—I have no idea how to choose; the Azure Lotus Holy Fire counts as one, leaving two more."

He has little time; he must decide soon.

There are too many treasures, dazzling his eyes and making him unsure how to choose; Chen Chuyang walked ahead a stretch, stopped, and gazed at a light cluster before him, feeling a karmic connection, a flash of spiritual inspiration struck him, and he reached out.

Just as he was about to touch the light cluster, it tried to dodge again—Chen Chuyang would not let the same thing happen twice; he directly passed through space, seized the light cluster, crushed it, and sealed it as fragile as tofu.

"Huh?"

"Inner elixir?"

The pitch-black inner elixir resembled some demon beast's inner elixir, utterly… ugly medicinal substance; Chen Chuyang, upon first sight, felt some disdain—this thing looked nothing like an inner elixir, more like dried cow dung outside, ugly as sin.

It also carried a faint odor that made people instinctively dislike it.

"Black inner elixir—is this really an inner elixir?"

Chen Chuyang examined it thoroughly and confirmed it was an inner elixir, not some demon beast's feces.

An inner elixir capable of entering the treasure vault is certainly not ordinary.

Chen Chuyang covered the inner elixir with both hands, unable to identify which demon beast it came from—he had never seen such a thing.

It is rare, and its effects seem far from simple.

His body sensed something about this inner elixir, urging him to consume it.

This desire arose suddenly; Chen Chuyang's body rarely experiences such impulses and cravings, and his temperament is even less likely to become restless—yet now it did.

This shows the inner elixir is not ordinary.

"After leaving, I'll ask Heishanyang; it should know."

Such a treasure naturally needs to be stored away.

The second treasure has been found.

One more remains.

Time is limited; Chen Chuyang continues forward.

After walking less than a quarter hour, he stopped.

Squinting, he fixed his gaze on the light cluster before him, which was quite special.

The faintly flickering light cluster could extinguish at any moment.

What lay inside appeared before Chen Chuyang without him needing to break the seal or shatter the light cluster.

A fragment.

A palm-sized fragment, strangely odd, appearing unremarkable at first glance.

Chen Chuyang knew that the more unassuming something looks, the greater its utility often is.

"This thing—just looking at it tells you it's good."

His first impression was that it was a treasure, yet he did not rush to act.

Instead, he stared at it for a long time, and the Primordial Bell within his dantian trembled slightly, emitting a yearning.

Chen Chuyang knew this fragment was important; few things could stir the Primordial Bell.

At least, so far, few things could interest it.

"The Primordial Bell needs this fragment."

After prolonged consideration, Chen Chuyang reached out and took the fragment.

Holding it in his palm, he examined it closely—its quality was indiscernible, it was hard, and devoid of energy.

It seemed merely a fragment, yet in Chen Chuyang's eyes it appeared different.

The fragment bore traces of time and some forging marks.

The marks were strange, the forging marks profound.

His spiritual sense sank in, finding nothing special—just ordinary.

It did not seem like a treasure, yet that feeling could not be wrong.

"What kind of treasure's fragment is this? A spiritual artifact? No, it isn't—spiritual artifacts lack this kind of spirituality; could it be a holy artifact?"

"A holy artifact fragment? Its rank is certainly not low."

"Just one fragment?"

Chen Chuyang scanned the surroundings but found no second fragment.

One fragment, palm-sized, clearly some scrap, not a weapon's core component.

"Well then, it's you."

Chen Chuyang declined to choose further.

He stored the fragment, planning to study it thoroughly upon his return.

After he understands it, he will let the Primordial Bell swallow it.

Having secured three treasures, Chen Chuyang still wanted to act on the others, but the light clusters vanished en masse.

"Eh?"

"They just ran away?"

Chen Chuyang could have stopped them, but after thinking, he decided against it.

They are all my treasures; I will be back soon.

You all must wait for me.

They are all his treasures; no one can move them.

Chen Chuyang remembered these treasures; there are quite a lot.

The Qi Family's accumulation of several thousand years will soon all be his.

Chen Chuyang set his sights on this place.

He took several deep looks at this place, turned back, then told Qi Ruohua that an exit would soon appear, and he walked out of it.

Inside the Qi Family's treasure vault, those light clusters appeared again.

Accompanying it was a sigh.

That fragment was still taken away.

This young man has good eyesight.

Inside the vault, it quickly returned to silence.

……

Ghost King, about to advance.

Hahaha, my dream is about to be fulfilled.

Ghost King, Zhuge Gui.

The Shadow Grand Elder spread his hands, his expression manic.

He stared at the Zhuge Gui before him, his body appearing like that of a normal person.

His withered blood vessels all surfaced.

His whole body exuded ghostly and resentful qi, thick as water.

Around his body formed a terrifying aura like a domain.

Within the aura, everything was suppressed by ghostly qi.

A powerful pressure emanated from Zhuge Gui; as the yin qi was absorbed and increased, the pressure spread along with it.

Thirty meters.

Thirty-one meters.

Thirty-five meters.

It continued to spread.

The Shadow Grand Elder grew ever more manic, his manic gaze fixed on this scene.

Ghostly realm, it truly is a ghostly realm.

When the ghostly realm appears, the Ghost King is achieved.

Zhuge Gui is about to advance to Ghost King.

My plan is not wrong; I am right.

He, spreading his hands, prepared to welcome the descent of the Ghost King.

His plan succeeded.

Just one step away.

The Ghost King's sacrificial grand formation, which he had plotted for many years, was finally accomplished.