Wei Yang was lying on a rock outside the cave dwelling, comfortably basking in the sun.
Suddenly, he remembered something. "Right."
With a flip of his hand, an ancient Black Iron Scroll appeared in his palm.
He had traded for it from a female mercenary when he first arrived in the Tagor Desert.
Back then, Wei Yang had sensed that this seemingly ordinary Black Iron Scroll was rather mysterious. It could actually devour Soul Power, so he had paid a price to trade for it.
For that, Wei Yang had even taken out some Mysterious Tier Low-Grade cultivation techniques and Dou Skills obtained from Mu She as payment.
Because of it, some people had criticized him for being wasteful and had been quite displeased!
At the time, Wei Yang had only recently broken through to the Dou Ling realm, and his Soul Power had barely been comparable to that of an ordinary Dou Emperor. After exhausting more than half his Soul Power, he still could not uncover the secrets within the Black Iron Scroll, so it had been left gathering dust in his Storage Ring ever since.
Now, he was already a Dou Wang, and his Soul Power had also broken through to the Mortal Realm Late Stage.
Time to try again!
Wei Yang held the Black Iron Scroll, his expression turning serious.
Vast, surging Soul Power poured forth from between his brows, causing his clothes and long hair to flutter despite the lack of wind.
The Soul Power traveled down his arm and directly entered the Black Iron Scroll in his palm.
A familiar sensation immediately came over him.
It was the feeling of Soul Power vanishing like a clay ox entering the sea.
As though it had entered a bottomless abyss, everything disappeared without a trace.
As time