"Heaven's Dao endures, yet immortals struggle to cultivate; ten thousand years of cultivation all flow east. Once the road's end is seen through, recast the flesh and behold eternal life. Collect!"
As Zhang Tie's voice fell, the Immortal Suppressing Stele, which had been impossible to collect, rapidly shrank. In the blink of an eye, it became a streak of black light and entered the space within Zhang Tie's body.
At that moment, Zhang Tie seemed to understand Immortal Venerable Tian Jue's intention—he had directly turned the inscription on the tombstone into the control incantation and required it to be recited aloud. He wanted both the user and his opponents to hear it every time this immortal treasure was used, reminding himself and the world.
Although Zhang Tie found it somewhat embarrassing, the thought that this was an immortal treasure he could already control made that embarrassment seem insignificant.
After Zhang Tie formed several hand seals, his figure vanished and reappeared in the previous room.
Just as Zhang Tie had expected, the moment he appeared, the armored soldiers surrounding him raised their spears and encircled him. Malzahar, the young commander, and the Thunder King were among them.
"Shi Hongxi, where did you come from?" the young commander asked coldly.
"I don't know either. I just had a dream, and when I woke up, I was here," Zhang Tie replied with a bewildered expression.
"Hmph! You won't speak honestly without a few methods," the young commander snorted and reached for Zhang Tie's head.
"Don't kill me! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Just as the young commander was about to seize him, Zhang Tie hurriedly cried out in terror. "I—I obtained a treasure, an immortal treasure!"
"An immortal treasure! Hand it over, and I'll count this as your greatest contribution!" Before the young commander