"Eh."
Tu Shan Jun murmured in surprise, a gleam flashing through his eyes.
He had recited the incantation before, yet this treasure had never shown the slightest reaction.
Why had there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light just now?
With senses as keen as his, he naturally would not mistake it for an illusion.
That meant the pale white ring had responded just now, though it had only reacted. Its power should not have been too great.
As long as the devil fled swiftly and moved beyond a certain distance, the effect on it would lessen.
"The devil is still alive."
"It had just entered the territory of the Ancient Immortal Tower when I happened to be reciting the incantation."
Tu Shan Jun circulated his mana again to sense it, but now he could no longer detect the treasure's location at all.
Tu Shan Jun sought the devil not only because he wanted to keep it as a reserve backhand, but also because he wished to reclaim the treasure.
That pale white ring was truly a rare and precious treasure. It allowed him to firmly hold a devil's life and death in his grasp.
Unfortunately, it was still not time to set out and retrieve the devil and the treasure.
Not much longer now.
If Meng Zhi could successfully pass the Spirit Transformation tribulation, the Yin Soul Pill could greatly shorten the long process of accumulating mana and foundations.
Three months passed in a rush.
The furnace opened.
Hiss.
The surging heatwave was pressed down by a withered dragon claw. Countless wisps of smoke and cloud seemed to turn into immortal floss adorning its wrist.
That gaunt hand slowly pressed down the enormous pill furnace lid above, fearlessly reaching into the bursting radiance and collecting the pill that