Chapter 261: Granary of Abundance

The Tower of Reincarnation hovered above his head, pouring down black divine light that enveloped Wu Tie's entire body.

Wu Tie held the scepter, glanced at the iridescent light mark flashing on his brow, stuck out his long tongue, and grinned.

"Although you're impressive, I still have to say, women are women... when striking, you're too soft-hearted."

"But I, Wu Tie, am different... why leave room for others when doing things?"

"Seizing the path ahead of others, leaving them with no way forward in this lifetime—excellent!"

Wu Tie muttered lowly, planting the scepter beside him, his hands resting on his own body as black divine sigils appeared on his fingertips. He softly chanted the incantation, and the profound chant resonated strangely with the Eagle God armor on his body.

In the Osiris-represented cultivation system, the Eagle God is the ruler of the sky, commanding the power of wind and space.

"Space... found it. Hmm, what does this mean? Intentionally leaving such a strong spatial aura—is this a deliberate lure to make me strike? Tch, women are women, wanting to finish things absolutely while still saving face."

"Why bother? Just make me go through all this trouble."

Wu Tie muttered to himself, the metallic wings behind him snapped open, each metal feather violently trembling. The surrounding void rippled with faint, eerie vortices, which quickly merged into one.

A massive spatial vortex several meters in diameter appeared; Wu Tie's expression turned solemn as he lightly extended his hands.

Just like a snake charmer thrusting his hand into a pot holding a deadly venomous snake, as soon as Wu Tie's hand entered, he jerked it outward with a pull and a yank.

Nine huge clusters of light were ruthlessly pulled out of the spatial vortex by Wu Tie.

One of these light clusters was the largest, its diameter about a hundred meters; within it curled a peacock whose entire plumage shone with iridescent feathers, the long tail feathers shimmering with illusory light, as if countless divine rays like eyes swept over heaven and earth.

Among the other eight light clusters, there was respectively a lush Bodhi tree, an elegant and pure Udumbara flower tree, a cluster of red lotus wrapped in viscous red flames, and a expanse of black‑red mandala flowers exuding gorgeous charm.

Also present were a phoenix, a great peng, a divine eagle, and a joyful bird, each curled quietly inside its light cluster, merely twitching their bodies occasionally.

"Nice stuff." Wu Tie gazed at the nine light clusters and murmured, "These treasures must be the greatest riches of Triple Linked City, right?"

With a press of his hands, the nine light clusters entered Wu Tie's body one after another.

Together with the four light clusters previously driven into Wu Tie's body by the Ancestor Spirit Wahuangshi, thirteen light clusters blazed simultaneously within Wu Tie, then swiftly converged and merged into one, a subtle aura spreading through his body.

Wu Tie waved his hand, and the spatial vortex before him slowly dissipated.

Within Wu Tie, waves of powerful soul energy kept spreading; his skin continually split open with gruesome wounds, yet under the nourishment of the strange power from the fused thirteen light clusters, each wound healed instantly as it appeared.

The illusory form of the Tree of Abundance surged from Wu Tie's head, its branches and roots joyfully dancing, digging deep into the surrounding void.

Streams of heavenly and earthly primordial energy, vast as great rivers, ceaselessly poured into Wu Tie's body, trickling into his skin, flesh, blood vessels, and meridians...

The immense soul power and the strange force born from the thirteen merged light clusters perfectly fused into a pure, glazed‑like tremendous force, repeatedly scouring the Heavenly Lock Pagoda behind Wu Tie.

The Heavenly Lock Pagoda, resembling a giant dragon, shuddered violently; bundles of light strands exploded, countless light points continually merging into Wu Tie's body, each broken strand unleashing a mighty golden magical force that roared into the forehead's dharma source.

Thunder, blazing fire, aurora, electromagnetic force, dark ice, flowing water... various phenomena continually surfaced around Wu Tie.

His body also became extremely strange.

At times his skin was lustrous white as snow.

At times his whole body was pitch‑black like ink.

At times his entire body turned into flames.

At times his whole body was surrounded by rosy light.

At times solid, at times ethereal, at times completely vanishing, at times suddenly turning into wisps of remnant shadows appearing simultaneously in dozens of different places nearby.

There were dragon chants, phoenix calls, raging winds, tsunami surges—various strange sounds continually emanated from within Wu Tie.

As the Heavenly Lock Pagoda collapsed layer by layer, turning completely into light points that merged into his body, the internal and external anomalies within Wu Tie increased further.

Wu Tie stared blankly at the ever‑changing Wu Tie, muttering, "The Yuanshi Scripture, the Yuanshi Scripture... ah, right, where's that fat guy?"

Wu Tie suddenly startled, he looked around.

Wu Tie, aided by the Ancestor Spirit Wahuangshi, used the Udumbara clan's Soul‑Slaughtering Absolute Formation to slay the dozens of tribal elders present; Wu Tie focused solely on healing Wu Tie, resolving the danger of his skull bursting from the overwhelming soul power he could not bear.

He hadn't even noticed where the Granary of Abundance had gone.

Wu Tie snorted hard, his face turning a bit grim.

In the air lingered the scent of the tribal elders' corpses, and the odor of their souls disintegrating into scattered particles.

Only the Granary of Abundance's scent was missing.

That guy, having activated the passage's restrictions in full, actually vanished without a trace even before Wu Tie triggered the Soul‑Slaughtering Formation.

"Hmph." Wu Tie grabbed Wu Tie, hoisted him onto his shoulder, snatched up the scepter, and strode boldly toward the other end of the passage.

Following the passage straight ahead for several kilometers, it was a long staircase sloping downward at forty‑five degrees.

The staircase was spacious and towering, its sidewalls inlaid with dazzling pearls that shed brilliant light to illuminate the steps. Yet here there was clearly a strange restriction; despite the pearls' bowl‑sized radiance, Wu Tie could only see a range of a dozen meters around him.

At a glance, a long string of the pearls was clearly bright.

But even with the power of the body transformed from the Tower of Reincarnation artifact, Wu Tie could still only see a range of a dozen meters around him.

"The ancestors of Triple Linked City are quite extravagant... this staircase..." Wu Tie, carrying Wu Tie, sprinted down for a moment, then suddenly turned back to find he was still at the very spot where he had just stepped onto the stone stairs; he couldn't help but lift the scepter and smash it against his own head.

"Is this a spatial maze?" Wu Tie's dog‑like face drooped: "How do I crack this? I... I don't know..."

Wu Tie felt a bit guilty, gave an embarrassed grin, then quickly glanced around.

"Strange, that fat guy should have also run here... why don't I see him? Or has he already broken through this staircase and gone inside?"

Wu Tie frowned, then suddenly bellowed, swinging his right‑hand scepter hard forward.

With a tremendous roar, the wolf‑head atop the scepter shot out two streams of gloomy black qi; boundless black wind whipping black sand howled across the entire stone steps. The steps shuddered violently, the air before them writhed, and the steps alternated between blazing bright and pitch‑black darkness.

"Heh heh, no need for divine abilities or spell‑breaking techniques; with enough brute force, it works too." Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Can't get in? I'll just smash your gate—how simple is that?"

"Maybe my brain is a bit simple... but as a pure warrior, what does intellect have to do with me?"

Wu Tie opened his mouth, stuck out his long tongue, and let out a hoarse "ah‑oo" howl.

His crystal brain and the body transformed from the Tower of Reincarnation artifact were poorly matched, so the power he could draw from the Tower was extremely limited. Even so, the black divine light Wu Tie exhaled from his whole body still made the entire stone steps tremble violently.

Gripping the scepter with both hands, he launched a fierce forward strike.

A deafening "Boom—crack!" rang out.

The space ahead shattered like glass, fragment by fragment, and a brilliantly lit stone staircase appeared before Wu Tie.

The stone steps were a hundred zhang wide, and it was unknown how far they extended downward; densely packed on the steps stood thousands of jet-black metal puppets.

These metal puppets were exquisitely crafted, their bodies and faces lifelike, hardly different from real humans. They stood about two meters tall, clad in black armor, holding graceful kite shields in their left hands and sharp, narrow longswords in their right.

Just as the stone steps' basic form appeared, these metal puppets simultaneously lifted their heads, their eyes spewing blood-red light, staring fixedly at Lao Tie.

These metal puppets simultaneously stepped forward, their aura gradually strengthening, quickly reaching the peak of the Chonglou Realm.

"Chonglou Realm? Not enough..." Lao Tie bared his teeth and burst out laughing.

But the next moment, the blood light in the puppets' eyes flickered a few times; they simultaneously turned their gaze to Wu Tie, whom Lao Tie was carrying on his shoulder, and with a "thud" they all knelt on one knee in unison.

Lao Tie's laughter cut off abruptly.

Inside Wu Tie, the thirteen clusters of light merged into one, forming a golden cluster of light that lingered in his chest, and waves of wondrous energy fluctuations kept spreading outward.

This power rapidly strengthened Wu Tie's flesh, enhancing his bodily functions in every way.

At the same time, this power merged with the vast heavenly-earth elemental energy absorbed by the Tree of Abundance and Wu Tie's rapidly growing soul power, turning into a pure, glazed-like force that continually struck his Heavenly Lock Chonglou.

The Heavenly Lock Chonglou behind Wu Tie became ever more blazing and dazzling, ever more crystal-clear and translucent, and its volume grew ever larger and immense.

Moreover, this power's fluctuations grew ever stronger and ever more miraculous.

Thousands of metal puppets at the Chonglou Realm sensed this fluctuation within Wu Tie and immediately all knelt down.

"Oh... recognized as master? Good." Lao Tie didn't waste words; he continued carrying Wu Tie and sprinted forward along the stone steps.

Sprinting all the way along the steps, they had likely descended several thousand meters deep when a silver gate loomed ahead.

"You dead fatty!" Lao Tie cursed at the sight of the gate.

The gate was slowly closing.

The gate, a hundred zhang high and tens of zhang wide, had previously been opened several zhang wide; now it was slowly, bit by bit, closing.

Between the two gate leaves, thick-as-fist silver electric currents flowed silently, forming a blazing lightning domain that clearly held immense power.

The silver electricity was densely interwoven; even a fly could not pass between the arcs.

Lao Tie could roughly guess what had happened here.

Mo Zhang Wang brought the witch maiden into the silver gate; Mo Zhang Wang would not close this door, he surely left it open for Wu Tie.

Only Jin Mancang.

Only he had sneaked here, he had stormed past the stone steps, entered this silver gate, and by some unknown means had re‑closed the opened gate.

Lao Tie strode up to the gate and fixed his stare on the flowing silver electricity on the door.

He hesitantly extended his scepter and carefully tapped the electricity.

"Sizzle—"

Lao Tie and Wu Tie's bodies burst with countless silver electric sparks; Lao Tie screamed as the electricity flung him backward hundreds of meters, rolling together with Wu Tie across the ground.

Wu Tie was also struck, his whole body flashing with erratic electricity, his long hair scorched and curled.

In a half‑faint state, Wu Tie shuddered, opened his mouth and spat out a puff of green smoke, and the electric shock jolted him fully awake.

He bared his teeth, sat up, stared blankly at the silver gate, then laughed: "How did I suddenly obtain the full diagram of the Triple City's seal? Hehe, how strange… but good."

"The incantation to open the door is really strange…" Wu Tie shouted in a weird tone, continuously bellowing out one hundred and eight bizarre syllables.

The surging silver electricity on the gate suddenly vanished.

The massive door slowly swung open to left and right, revealing a wide passage in the center.

"Lao Tie, I'm numb all over and can barely move—I'll have to rely on you." Wu Tie smiled, placing a hand on Lao Tie's shoulder: "Hey, this Jin Mancang—I already thought he was weird… I never expected he's not just weird, but profoundly weird."

"No matter how weird, if he's dead there's no weirdness left." Lao Tie's thinking was always simple and brutal, yet extremely efficient.

He hoisted Wu Tie onto his shoulder and strode boldly into the silver gate.

Beyond the silver gate lay a silver corridor, inside which hundreds of silver puppets whose aura had reached the Life Pool Realm stood guard.

Wu Tie's strange aura emanated, and these silver puppets all dropped to one knee, allowing the two to pass.

After that came a golden gate.

The golden gate spewed golden flames and flowing light, and the gate itself was slowly closing.

Wu Tie again loudly recited a string of strange incantations; the blazing flames faded and the golden gate slowly opened.

Beyond the golden gate was a short golden corridor.

About thirty golden puppets whose aura had reached the Embryo Storage Realm guarded the corridor; Wu Tie merely released his aura and they knelt in salute.

Along the way, the faces of Wu Tie and Lao Tie both looked a bit strange.

The foundations of the Triple City, the foundations of the Triple City…

With such formidable foundations, how utterly incompetent would the decadent wastrels of the Great Peacock King clan have to be for their entire clan to be destroyed overnight and their rule overturned?

Moreover, countless pieces of information about the Triple City's Great Peacock King clan and the Twelve Basic Aspects family were surfacing in Wu Tie's mind.

Much information was recorded in the thirteen clusters of light.

The more he understood this information, the more Wu Tie found the Great Peacock King clan's destruction inexplicable.

Past the golden corridor, through a half‑transparent white glazed door, with mist swirling and rosy light rotating ahead, Wu Tie and Lao Tie arrived at a great hall.

Mo Zhang Wang lay rigid on the ground, while Jin Mancang, face flushed with fury, hacked at him wildly with a sharp blade.