Zhang Xiaohua Walks into the Trap

The realm of fruition was indeed not so easy to break through, but Tiger Strength Great Immortal was brimming with confidence about merging the cultivation of his past and present lives.

As the Innate Water God's physical body was slain, Zhang Chen also withdrew the Nine Bends Yellow River Grand Formation. At this moment, Zhang Chen and Tiger Strength Great Immortal looked at Tu Shan Qing, who was licking the blood from the ground, and could scarcely bear to watch.

Yet Tu Shan Qing felt no shame at all. Instead, his face was full of pride. "If one wishes to rise amid the mortal world and ascend to the supreme realm, one must treasure every opportunity and never let slip any chance to grow stronger. Every drop of divine blood I devoured today may very well become the crucial force pushing me to break through to a higher level in the future!"

After Tu Shan Qing swallowed the final drop of blood, the three stood inside the great tomb and surveyed it. The entire tomb was surrounded by Weak Water, and it was impossible to see what further fortune it might contain.

"This Weak Water is good stuff. If it could be collected and brought back to guard a cave dwelling, it would be a supreme divine artifact. Unfortunately, my strength is limited, and I cannot transport this Weak Water." Tiger Strength Great Immortal looked at the boundless, shimmering Weak Water, a trace of regret in his eyes.

Hearing Tiger Strength Great Immortal's words, Zhang Chen swept his gaze over the Weak Water before him. Though he possessed Water Authority, he too was unable to collect the Weak Water.

If there was too little Weak Water, it was of no use. Cultivators could casually haul over stones or mountains and