Lu Yang took out the Demon Emperor Sword and slowly drove it downward to a depth of five thousand meters. When a faint tapping sound rang out, he knew he had reached the right spot.
A faint glimmer flashed.
Lu Yang returned to his two-meter-tall form, put away the Demon Emperor Sword, and jumped alone into the five-thousand-meter-deep fissure, landing atop a rock layer formed from Source Suppressing Stone.
He had no idea what treasure lay below, nor how powerful an aura it might leak. Lu Yang had to be extremely cautious.
The city was only an hour away. If the aura of a Saint-tier treasure leaked out, it would draw the high-ranking Great Saints from within the city.
Lu Yang's single-target illusion could be broken by other Saint-tier companions waking their allies, while his group illusion could not affect a large number of high-ranking Great Saints at once. Only low-ranking Great Saints with weak spiritual power would fall for it.
He retrieved the Demon Emperor Sword from his storage space and gently stabbed it into the Source Suppressing Stone layer. After piercing two hundred meters deep, he felt the resistance at the sword tip vanish. He then withdrew the sword and activated the Gazing World Beast to look below.
A strange, flowing liquid lay beneath the Source Suppressing Stone layer. Its appearance carried an indescribably bizarre color. Lu Yang even felt that the Gazing World Beast could not truly see it, only make out its vague shape.
"What is this?" The divine soul inside Lu Yang instinctively craved the liquid. It was a sensation he had never experienced before.
The Twelve Flame Souls flew out of Lu Yang's body, their eyes shining. "Kid, you've truly struck it rich. This is called Primordial Source Fire Liquid, the most important treasure