Chapter 361

Innate Spiritual Treasure!

No wonder then.

Wu Tie recalled the process of refining the Soul-Scattering Banner and the Northern Dipper Soul-Slaying Sword.

Heaven and earth are the great cosmos; the human body is the small cosmos. By comprehending the Great Dao of heaven and earth within the body, seizing a complete Dao, and implanting it into an artifact embryo, then slowly nurturing and fermenting it, one can naturally forge an acquired 'Dao artifact'.

Dao artifacts are powerful items whose essence still lies above immortal weapons.

And if heaven and earth possess spirit, in some blessed cave where wind is gathered and qi accumulated, or in a dragon vein's spiritual nexus, a thread of the complete Great Dao's marvelous rhythm merges therein, like an embryo placed within a mother's womb, receiving the essence of heaven and earth, slowly nourished, gradually growing and strengthening.

After who knows how many millions or billions of years, with heaven and earth as the mother, the formidable entity nurtured therefrom is an innate spiritual treasure.

Both being Dao artifacts, how great heaven and earth are! Compared to Dao artifacts forged from the human body, they are vastly stronger—in essence, in manifested power, many, many, many, many times over.

Whether from the countless materials obtained from Old Iron, or from the information Wu Tie gained from his bloodline memory, all tell him an absolute 'truth'—innate spiritual treasures are the strongest! Even acquired Dao artifacts, no matter how legendary the primordial sages' creations called 'acquired spiritual treasures' in ancient tales, can hardly match the might of an innate spiritual treasure.

Now, this black-clothed old man tells Wu Tie that within a mountain range just over a thousand li outside Flower Insect City, an innate spiritual treasure is being nurtured?

Wu Tie widened his eyes and stared at the black-clothed old man.

The three black-clothed old men smiled and nodded: 'You may die without regret!'

Amidst their loud laughter, the three black-clothed old men simultaneously turned into black smoke; instantly, black mist swirled within a ten-li radius around Wu Tie, countless ghastly-green ghostly lights condensed into twisting streams of light that silently struck his entire body.

In the black mist, the Ren family guard who had run to the sub-camp to report drew a huge, wholly blood-red heavy crossbow, gritted his teeth, and with all his strength pulled the bowstring, nocked three six-foot-long arrows, then aimed at Wu Tie's direction and loosed the bolt.

Three Blood Light tore through the void, shooting straight toward Wu Tie within the black mist.

Wu Tie drew his six-refined Miao blade with a backhand and slashed at the three Blood Light. A tremendous boom rang out, sparks flew, the Miao blade shuddered violently, and Wu Tie was blown off balance in the air, staggering backward dozens of zhang.

The three crossbow bolts shattered on the Miao blade, and the blade itself cracked open three extremely fine fissures.

The Ren family guard widened his eyes in disbelief: 'Impossible, my Blood Wolf Crossbow is a six-refined spiritual weapon, and you are merely a Life Pool Realm...'

Wu Tie merely grunted, glanced at the damaged Miao blade with tiny sparks continually spraying from the cracks, and casually tossed it aside.

Strands of ghastly-green light, carrying a bone-piercing chill, surged forward; a layer of pallid black frost quickly formed on Wu Tie's skin, and even when those lights were still seven or eight zhang from his body, they nearly froze his blood and qi solid.

'Come die!' A large hand wreathed in black mist suddenly protruded from the mist and slapped toward Wu Tie's chest.

Suddenly, a small windmill over a foot long appeared before Wu Tie's chest; the exquisite windmill was entirely cast of metal, its slender shaft densely inscribed with countless flashing runes, and its nine thin, elongated blades, shaped like swords, emitted a faint cold light.

The next moment, the windmill began to spin rapidly.

That black-mist-wreathed hand directly slapped the windmill; as it spun rapidly, flesh and blood exploded from the hand, and the tiny windmill blades cleaved a huge transparent hole through it.

A shrill wail echoed from the black mist as a black-clothed old man cried out hoarsely: 'This is... an immortal weapon... a three-refined immortal weapon, you, a mere colonel of the Divine Martial Army...'

Wu Tie grasped the windmill's short, slender shaft with one hand and poured all his magical power into it.

The windmill whooshed, expanding to about a zhang in height; its nine six-foot-long blades whooshed as they spun, then countless palm-sized oddly shaped flying knives condensed out of thin air, forming a silver tornado that howled outward in all directions.

The Ren family guard who had made the move vanished instantly.

Millions of flying knives swept over his body in dense waves, each blade slicing him dozens of times; one can imagine what remained of him.

The black mist and green light released by the three black-clothed old men were swept away by the sky-full of flying knives, instantly reduced to dust.

The three curled up in midair, each deploying a black net to tightly shield their bodies; countless flying knives sliced through rapidly, the black net trembling violently, each knife dragging a thin wisp of black smoke across it.

The Myriad Blade Wheel spun rapidly, and the millions of flying knives cut the three black-clothed old men at a horrifying frequency.

The black net they hastily summoned lasted only a breath; accompanied by a piercing tearing sound, it burst apart.

The dense flying knives swiftly swept over the three men's bodies, hearing continual shrill wails; the weakest of the black-clothed old men vanished instantly, just like the Ren family guard earlier.

A clump of black smoke enveloped a ghost-like soul that shot up into the sky; the smoke's escape speed was extremely fast, yet still not as swift as the Myriad Blade Wheel's millions of flying knives slashing wildly through the air.

In the snap of a finger, the black smoke and the soul within it were chopped into dust.

The two black-clothed old men, covered in wounds, cried out in unison: 'Old Three!'

They possessed myriad scattered treasures; after enduring a round of flying knife slashes, they gritted their teeth through the pain, each then produced a heavy round shield to protect their bodies, then, with difficulty, transformed into black smoke, slowly bearing the barrage of sky-full flying knives, drifting bit by bit toward the distance to flee.

The dozen or so streams of water-light behind them were likewise instantly shattered by the sky-full of flying knives.

These Ren family experts were all Life Pool Realm cultivators; they had originally thought that, with three Womb Storage Realm allies assisting them, they could certainly kill Wu Tie on the spot.

They never dreamed that the Zhongheng Kingdom possessed a Vice Minister of the Demon-Suppressing Palace Branch Hall who acts unreasonably, who inexplicably gave a mere eighth-rank colonel a three-refined immortal weapon.

The sky-full of flying knives howled down, enveloping the two black-clothed old men in countless blades; the radiance emanating from their round shields trembled violently, constantly sending out ripples.

Wu Tie chuckled as he looked at the two black-clothed men curled beneath their shields, and asked leisurely: 'You two possess formidable cultivation, and are genuine Womb Storage Realm practitioners, moreover your arts are strange, sinister, and wicked… I wonder what your origins are?'

When these two elders unleashed their secret arts attacks, they brought Wu Tie immense pressure.

Their arts are extraordinary, not the feeble cultivation practiced by the common households of the Divine Jin Kingdom; thus Wu Tie said they are 'genuine Womb Storage Realm cultivators,' whereas the Ren family's Womb Storage Realm cultivators are at best 'castrated versions.'

One black-clothed old man lifted his head and gave Wu Tie a ferocious grin: 'Kid... we are the Heavenly Patrol Secret Guard of the Divine Wei Kingdom; heh heh, you have offended us, you are doomed, you are doomed...'