Chapter 198: Wind God Wings

At the pool bottom, Zhang Xingyu had already awakened.

Before his chest, a huge vortex was frantically devouring divine water.

At this moment, the wide divine sea once again rippled with golden waves.

Above the divine sea, a torrential rain poured down.

Raindrops struck the sea surface, splashing up golden lotuses.

The Black Diamond System poked its head out and exclaimed loudly: "Divine rain! Divine rain unseen for years! Host, what great fortune have you obtained now?"

The golden little figure, however, held the small cauldron and sighed silently: "Divine rain, the divine fluid left after the fall of a divine venerable. I do not know which divine venerable fell here."

Although the divine court was lively, Zhang Xingyu had no time to pay attention to these.

At this moment, he was holding a pair of golden wings in a daze.

These wings were formed by connecting pieces of golden bone.

Divine patterns covered the bones, with halos flowing within the patterns.

Zhang Xingyu wanted to examine them closely, but he could not see them clearly no matter how he tried.

These wings, these divine patterns.

Could this be a divine artifact?

Blood refining is the best method for him to forge a divine artifact.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and bit through his own finger.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, Zhang Xingyu smeared blood over the surface of the wings.

The golden bones coated with blood, divine patterns and divine light burst forth, and the divine wings hummed.

In his mind, the system's notification sounded with some joy: "Dingdong, congratulations host on successfully blood‑forging the divine artifact Wind God Wings, obtaining the high‑level divine ability Flash Across Thousand Miles."

Wind God Wings? High‑level divine ability?

No way, our luck is this good?

Just coming to Mingsha Mountain to sleep, I actually obtained a divine artifact.

Zhang Xingyu reached out and grabbed a handful of his own thigh.

Painful, very painful.

His brain confirmed, he was not dreaming.

Zhang Xingyu's thoughts moved silently, and the divine wings turned into a stream of light that flew into his shoulders.

His shoulders felt slightly itchy for a moment, then returned to normal.

Zhang Xingyu touched his shoulders, and they felt no different from usual.

He took off his upper garment and produced a copper mirror.

On his shoulders, a pair of faint golden wing markings appeared faintly.

As expected of a divine artifact, it can freely transform into a tattoo.

Gently stroking the tattoo on his shoulder, Zhang Xingyu loudly proclaimed his acceptance speech in his heart.

"Thank heaven, thank earth, thank the heavenly gods!"

Just as he was feeling proud, a loud shout suddenly came from above his head.

"Eh, that kid, put down the divine object in your hand!"

Zhang Xingyu was greatly startled.

He looked up and saw that the divine water above his head had dwindled to a shallow meter.

Before him, a huge vortex was frantically devouring the divine water.

Oh no, unbeknownst when, the Creation Technique activated on its own.

If discovered because of this, he feared it would invite a deadly disaster.

Moreover, if the divine artifact on his person were discovered, he feared he would be torn apart by the big shots above.

Zhang Xingyu straightened his clothes, dispelled the vortex, and fell to the ground feigning death.

Above his head, the Golden Sword Venerable was being surrounded by several old men.

"Eh, hurry up and hand over the bottle in your hand!"

"Put down the divine water and leave on your own, lest we resort to force."

The Golden Sword Venerable silently put down the jars, reluctantly retreating and leaving.

Beside him, several old fellows eyed him covetously.

These several old fellows all possessed late-stage Divine Transformation cultivation.

Compared to them, his early-stage Divine Transformation cultivation was still inadequate.

Fortunately, an hour earlier he had already placed the copper bottle containing a large amount of divine water into his storage ring.

With the divine water in the copper bottle, he too was the biggest winner.

Seeing that the Golden Sword Venerable was sensible, the several elders no longer gave him trouble.

Leave a line in dealing with people, to meet again in the future.

In the Xianxia World, the big shots usually do not make things overly difficult unless facing a life‑and‑death enemy.

Under the gaze of several elders, the Golden Sword Venerable turned into a stream of light and instantly flew out of the cave mouth.

Several elders exchanged a glance, their gazes sweeping over the pile of jars left by the Golden Sword Venerable.

A green‑clothed old man glanced at the pool, then at the jars before him, and said loudly: "That kid just now probably took away most of the divine fluid."

Several other old men also nodded.

However, they also had no intention of chasing after the Golden Sword Venerable to demand the divine fluid.

Once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one's mind has already been polished to be round and smooth.

What is mine, I will surely obtain.

What is not mine, I need not force.

"Everyone, I'll collect the remaining divine water and we'll split it later," the green‑robed elder proposed.

The other old men nodded in agreement.

The green‑robed elder took out a palm‑sized jade bottle.

"Go!"

He gave a soft shout, and the jade bottle floated above the pool.

With its mouth downward, streams of divine liquid flew into the bottle.

After a quarter hour, the pool's divine liquid was completely collected.

The green‑robed elder put away the jade bottle, glanced at Zhang Xingyu lying at the pool's bottom, and let out a soft sigh.

"I never expected these divine objects to have been discovered by a Foundation Establishment junior."

"Divine objects bring harm; that junior who lost his soul was likely done in by that kid who just left."

The green‑robed elder shook his head.

However, he had no intention of saving Zhang Xingyu.

He silently chanted the formula, turned into a streak of light, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

The Golden Sword Venerable left, the other elders departed, and the cave returned to peace.

Zhang Xingyu lay still at the pool's bottom.

He felt nothing at all.

At this moment, his soul was confined in a void world.

No water, no wind, no light, no electricity.

His soul drifted, the void boundless.

He did not know how long or how far he had drifted before his soul came to a stop.

Better to self‑destruct.

His soul made the decision.

"Boom!"

The void world shattered, and his soul scattered in specks.

At the moment of self‑destruction, he seemed to see a thin chain.

On the chain were etched mysterious runes.

Three days later, at Singing Sand Mountain.

At the mountain's base, recruits lay scattered in disarray.

They panted heavily, gulping air.

A hundred‑kilometer cross‑country run had drained all their strength.

The muscle trainer swung his whip, shouting loudly: "Sweat more in training, bleed less in battle. You lot of trash, get up now!"

In the mountain's interior, Zhang Xingyu slowly woke.

He could not open his eyes, could not draw breath, and heavy yellow sand pressed upon him.

Damn it, I've actually been buried alive.

His heart stirred, and a halo of light flickered on his shoulder.

Moments later, the summit of Singing Sand Mountain rumbled.

Immediately after, a golden streak of light shot from the peak and vanished into the vast horizon.

The muscle trainer's whip halted mid‑air.

What's going on?

Could it be that Singing Sand Mountain is haunted?

The muscle trainer swore and left, the recruits limped away from the drill, and Singing Sand Mountain returned to calm.

Far away, a mountain peak.

Zhang Xingyu looked down at the black‑pressed demon horde and cursed inwardly: "Damn it, I was only thinking of escaping, forgot to set the coordinates, and ended up in Western He Niu Prefecture."