"What, this was the Blood Sarira?!"
"So Emei's Blood Sarira had been on you all along!"
"The formation on this jade box is truly formidable. It actually suppressed the demonic aura of the Blood Sarira."
Within the Golden Summit Cloud Meng Hall, only Yu Shiqing, Luo Bei, Nalan Ruoxue, Tong Bugu, and the others remained. In Luo Bei's hands was a square milky-white jade box, no larger than his palm. Yet golden light flickered within it, and countless talismans finer than ants were carved across its surface. It was lined with yellow brocade likewise embroidered with dense layers of talismans. At the center of the brocade lay a flat Blood Sarira, shaped like a goose egg, exuding a heart-palpitating demonic aura.
This jade box had always been on Yu Shiqing's person. Yet only when he took it out just now, personally cast a spell to open it, and handed it to Luo Bei did the Blood Sarira's shocking demonic aura emerge. The Blood Sariras of Shushan and Cihang Zhai had both required magical artifacts, powerful formations, and even specially constructed halls to suppress them. Yet Emei had used nothing more than this jade box to contain the demonic aura of this Blood Sarira. This showed just how powerful the formation on the jade box was.
"This jade box was specially refined by Emei's predecessors to suppress this Blood Sarira," Yu Shiqing explained as he looked at the jade box in Luo Bei's hands. "Emei had always excelled most in Formations, artifact refinement, and flying sword arts. But in the battle four hundred years ago, Emei suffered grievous losses. Many arts were lost. Even though several predecessors of extraordinary cultivation survived, too many outstanding disciples had fallen during that period. Of what those predecessors excelled at, only one or two parts