Chapter 50: Underground Cavern

WTF!

Chen Shicheng finished reading the description of the bone claws and immediately let out a profanity.

Distance, speed, and power—any one of those is a huge boost for him, and the Open-Minded Tiger Claws cover all three, even reaching a full hundred percent! If he integrates the bone claws into his body, the Dao Gang's speed, power, and range will double, a definite qualitative leap.

Moreover, after merging with his primordial bone structure, the bone claws gain an Attribute that prevents them from dropping or being stolen.

In other words, if he doesn't want it, no one can take this equipment from him, even if he dies a hundred times or someone has a stealing skill.

Of course, compared with the innate divine ability at the end, all that is merely an add‑on.

Ten Swings Ten Absolutes!

Each strike can be treated as wielding ten weapons to attack simultaneously!

No words are needed to describe how strong this ability is; applied to a Skill, Night Battle Eight Directions can swing eighty Dao Gangs at once, leaving nothing alive within a twenty‑meter radius centered on him.

Even single‑target attacks are stunning—can you block one of my strikes and also block ten of them at the same time?

Aside from those with full‑body defense Skills or gear, Chen Shicheng can't think of anyone who could withstand a Dao Gang attack whose power and speed have doubled.

Moreover, due to quality, the Attack Power of his Dao Gang depends entirely on the weapon's endurance, which makes his attacks against Yu Wei barely differ from a simple scrape.

Now, an equipment roughly refined to a top‑grade spiritual artifact has material endurance that is off the charts for him; if he wishes, he could even swing the very blade that first killed Yu Wei at any moment.

"Precious, my precious!"

After confirming that Hui Siye has lifted the recognition restriction, Chen Shicheng quickly input his own Qi and blood, merging the bone claws into his skeleton.

He then grasped the Gourd Artifact in his left hand, pointed with his right at the small cloth bag on Hui Siye's claw that was as tall as the gourd, and said, "Bone Claws, Gourd, and your bag—those are the three I choose."

"You won't even spare the Storage Bag?"

Hui Siye watched Chen Shicheng, who was pulling the rug out from under him, and gulped a cold breath.

"Just tell me whether you'll give it or not!" Chen Shicheng said, looking as if he had already secured it.

"I'll give it!"

After tearfully handing the Storage Bag to Chen Shicheng, Hui Siye said, almost unable to cry, "Now you should be able to help me retrieve my corpse, right?"

"What's the hurry? Let me check my new gear first."

Chen Shicheng brushed it off casually and began inspecting the attributes of the other two pieces of equipment.

【Swallow Sea Gourd】

【Quality: Artifact (Low Grade)】

【Description: The Immortal Family's Hui Siye forged it from a spirit‑grade gourd; inside are five mutually isolated Sumeru‑seed spaces that can hold five different liquids, each staying fresh indefinitely.】

【Storage Bag】

【Description: After use, it provides a 10×10, total 100‑slot storage space.】

【Use now?】

No wonder he never found anything to expand his storage column; it turns out you need a Storage Bag for that.

Chen Shicheng immediately used the Storage Bag, expanding his storage to 116 slots. He casually tossed the Gourd into the storage, then, seeing Hui Siye scooping up a little mound from the ground, said, "You're really ink‑stained; anyone who didn't know would think you're collecting my corpse. Hurry up and take me to that formation."

"You..."

Even without a physical body, Hui Siye felt his Qi and blood surge, and darkness fell before his eyes.

Fortunately, he remembered he still needed Chen Shicheng to retrieve his body, so he held back the expletive halfway.

After grumbling and fumbling for a while, re‑packing all his treasures, Hui Siye's Primordial Soul settled on Chen Shicheng's shoulder and said irritably, "Don't resist; I'll use the Five Ghosts Transport Technique to take you there."

Having said that, without waiting for Chen Shicheng's reply, he activated the technique on his own.

The next moment, a five‑colored light reappeared before the small temple doorway, transferring Chen Shicheng; he only saw a flash, and the surrounding scene instantly shifted— the forest vanished, replaced by a tunnel, and he found himself at a corner.

After briefly adjusting to the spatial shift, Chen Shicheng used the light at the bend ahead to curiously survey his surroundings.

The tunnel wasn't large—about two meters in diameter—so he was almost touching the ceiling; it felt a bit oppressive, but the air wasn't stale, and a careful breath could detect faint breezes.

No wonder a professional digger would have already carved out a ventilation shaft.

What puzzled him, though, was why a palm‑sized rat would dig such a huge hole—wasn't it tiring? Chen Shicheng glanced skeptically at Hui Siye on his shoulder and stepped toward the light.

Turning the bend ahead, his view opened to a circular vaulted underground cavity roughly the size of ten football fields.

Inside, the floor was flat as a plain, with no protrusions; though not quite marble, it was comparable, as if manually polished.

At the exact center of the smooth floor stood a single strand of white, ten‑meter‑high slender light, turning the sunless cavity into daylight.

If nothing went wrong, that strand of light is the treasure Hui Siye spent fifty years trying to obtain.

Chen Shicheng squinted, scanning the light up and down, and faintly saw at the top of the white beam something with eyebrows and eyes—a head without a face, as if it were growing from the light itself.

"Hiss—what's this intense immediacy?"

Because it was far away, Chen Shicheng couldn't see clearly and prepared to step forward a few paces to investigate.

"Don't move!" Hui Siye, who had been silent, suddenly shouted.

"Uh"

Chen Shicheng kept his foot raised, staring blankly at Hui Siye on his shoulder, unsure what madness he was in.

Hui Siye said nothing, rose, flew to the side, knocked a stone from the tunnel wall, and tossed it into the cavity right before him.

"Sss!"

As the stone flew to the junction of tunnel and cavity, it suddenly split in two.

The fragments, propelled by inertia, continued arcing downward; during the fall, invisible attacks sliced them, and when they hit the ground they had turned into a pile of debris.

Even more absurd, despite all those attacks, the stone didn't change its angle, and its cross‑section remained as smooth as a mirror, almost reflective.

Chen Shicheng said nothing, honestly pulling his foot back to squat at the junction, and, looking at the nearby debris, asked uncertainly,

"Is this... Dao Gang?"

(End of Chapter)