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The two swiftly pulled apart.

Venerable Fuyao, clad in the Cloud-Chariot Dharma Robe, swept his gaze over with the corner of his eye.

In his view, a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing but a lamb awaiting slaughter, even if he possessed such a precious treasure.

With a turn of his hand, he could suppress him and seize that treasure suspected of having birthed an artifact spirit.

The enslaved souls of a soul banner and an artifact spirit were vastly different. Like that peak True Lord, its aura was perfectly rounded and its spiritual vitality surged; it did not feel like an enslaved soul from an ordinary soul-banner artifact.

Of course, mere suspicion was enough to make him take it seriously. Legend had it that every treasure which birthed an artifact spirit was incomparably powerful. If he obtained it, he could thoroughly widen the gap between himself and Chuoyun.

Not to mention the value of such a heavy treasure itself.

It was said that treasures which birthed artifact spirits contained the secret to attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal.

Though no one had ever proven it, every cultivator who wielded such a treasure had been a peerless genius, leaving behind a richly inked, vividly colored stroke upon the cultivation world.

When such a treasure appeared in the world, should it not be held by one of virtue?

How could one allow a divine artifact to gather dust and fall into the wrong hands?

And in this Starlit Sea, Lord East Sea had vanished. News of his death had merely been suppressed rather than released, leaving only one competitor.

A sharp gleam flashed through Venerable Fuyao's eyes, but he restrained and suppressed it, returning to his usual deep tranquility. Yet the divine sense fixed upon his target did not