My Informative Cultivation Life

"You!" The King of Yin's expression turned ugly, and he, who had always maintained a lofty stance, could hardly stand such contempt.

Yang Ji ignored him and, looking up at a patch of void, spoke calmly yet forcefully, "You three, who took my treasure, it's futile to flee anywhere. Even if the true disciple assessment ends, I'll still drag you out in the outside world."

"Hmm? This freak, can he sense that we're spying?" Xing Xiong muttered lowly, his face turning green as he instinctively covered his treasure and suddenly bellowed, "Those with virtue shall possess the treasures. We are the ones destined by fate. Yang Ji, you dare go against the heavens! I, Xing Xiong, am a man of great fate. Do you wish to battle the heavens for fortune?"

"You are a man of great fate? Then what am I? You will ultimately crawl at my feet trembling!" Yang Ji couldn't help laughing mockingly.

"Yang Ji, don't go too far! I, Xing Xiong, will eventually become a Supreme Titan, a Supreme Immortal King feared by all, immortal and indestructible. You dare disrespect the future Immortal King, sowing the seeds of a catastrophic disaster that will inevitably be avenged!" Xing Xiong roared with anger.

"Going too far? Immortal King?" Yang Ji scoffed lightly, "Even if you become an Immortal King in the future, I will still bully you mercilessly, beat you until you cannot lift your head, and make you return to the Great Dao to heal every day. Even if you achieve the status of a Supreme Titan, I will suppress you, turn you into a cushion for daily meditation."

"You! Yang Ji, don't overdo it. Do you really think I, Xing Xiong, am afraid of you? If you appear before me, I'll tear you in half and make you into boots for people to trample on." Xing Xiong howled lowly.

"This, Brother Xing, I think we'd better slip away first. This Yang Ji is too evil, and who knows what sorcery he used to be able to overhear our conversation through the Heaven and Earth Profound Mirror." Xue Yunchen of the Blood Clan couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Once I return with the treasure that defies the heavens, I will suppress you thoroughly!" Xing Xiong snorted coldly at Yang Ji, then shut off the Heaven and Earth Profound Mirror, quietly wiped off a bead of sweat, and disappeared into thin air.

In the Secret Hall, the King of Yin was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared without a trace.

Yang Ji glanced once and then withdrew his gaze, continuing his search for treasures.

As he moved through, he also saw many geniuses navigating through various great halls, all frantically searching.

But Yang Ji looked up once more, his target clear, for he saw another precious land behind the halls, where the destruction was most severe, with large swathes of buildings flattened.

While others were still searching inside the various great halls, Yang Ji headed straight for the rear.

Whoosh!

He flew with extreme speed.

As he neared the depths of the palace, a refreshing scent of medicine suddenly wafted through the air.

"What a fragrant aroma, there's great medicine!" Many geniuses approaching the depths of the palace also smelled the scent and immediately became excited.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The crowd, all extraordinary figures, quickly identified the direction and zipped towards the depths.

Soon, above the shattered palace ahead, they saw a sweep of blood light that illuminated the sky for a mile around, eerily captivating.

"What's inside there?" People heightened their vigilance at the sight of the blood light shooting up into the sky.

"Look, what is that?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Following their gaze, the crowd saw an bizarre blood flower on top of the ruins of the dilapidated palace, shaped like a devil's taro, but it was red all over, as if it had been freshly stained with blood, extremely haunting. Stay updated with empire

Around it lay endless bones, the number of dead unknown.

A strange blood flower growing out of a pile of corpses seemed very alien, and for a moment, everyone just watched without making a move.

"Haha, a bunch of fools, this is an Immortal Blood Flower! Comparable to Dao Medicine, it possesses the powerful effect of immortality and indestructibility. If one consumes it, one is bound to successfully condense an Immortal Body, and it's even possible to reach great accomplishment at once!" Suddenly, a deep laugh sounded.

"Immortal Blood Flower? Is this the legendary Immortal Blood Flower that doesn't belong among heavenly essences?"

"Is this, the Immortal Blood Flower that is said to never wilt?"

"Rumors suggest that to produce an Immortal Blood Flower, the blood of ten thousand True Immortals is required to nourish and irrigate the earth. Their flesh and Primordial Spirit Fragments fuse together, forming seeds planted in the earth. After countless years and immense heaven-sent fortune, this bizarre Immortal Blood Flower can be born. Is this truly an Immortal Blood Flower?

Did ten thousand True Immortals once die here?" one knowledgeable genius exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, yes! No matter how bizarre, the scent that tantalizes the heart and spleen like this can only be great medicine. We should seize it first and claim it for ourselves; we're too late, too late," someone else expressed their regret.

"Haha, not too late, not too late. Possessing it is the same as everyone having it, just the same," the previous deep laughter rose again, swiftly sweeping up to the Immortal Blood Flower, conjuring a large hand intent on picking it.

"You're not without insight, recognizing the Immortal Blood Flower, but sadly, it's not yours to take!" Suddenly, a faint laugh came from above, as boundless Sword Qi slashed down, instantly exploding the conjured large hand.

The Divine Skills broken, the laughing youth's body shook, and he staggered back two steps.

Looking again, he saw the Immortal Blood Flower had already fallen into another's hands.

"It's you, Yang Ji!" A genius from the Ghost tribe, his pupils contracting and the ghostly marks on his face trembled with rage, as if a fierce ghost was roaring ferociously.