Beyond Cure

"Lin Dong, wait here. We'll go get you a gift. Its value won't be much less than the Master of Flames's Flame God Ancient Token."

Rock and the Great Desolation Stele immediately transformed into two Ghostly glow and fled towards the Eighth Floor. That Golden Barrier, which had once withstood the full force of five powerful experts at the Death Mysterious Stage, Perfected Completion, treated the two who were trying to break in as nothing and opened the way directly.

A moment later, Yan and the Great Desolation Stele each flew out carrying a piece of Purple Gold Skin the size of a cartwheel. The purple-gold skin was covered with intricate patterns and emitted an extremely ancient aura.

"I'm asking you two, did you peel off the useless outer layer of the Master of Primeval Desolation's body that's about to shed? And you dare to claim that this is worth as much as the Ancient Flame God Ancient Token?"

Looking at the two unusually familiar pieces of skin in front of him, Lin Dong's lips twitched involuntarily. He had thought that the so-called gift would be something like Primeval Desolation Ancient Token.

"Hey, Lin Dong, you can't say that. This thing is called Primeval Desolation Skin. It's a treasure that's attached to the Master of Primeval Desolation. It's made from endless pure Primeval Desolation Qi compressed over thousands of years. It's an unparalleled Saint Grade for tempering the body."

" In Ancient Era, countless powerful individuals who followed the Path of Strength paid an enormous price just to obtain a piece of Primeval Desolation Skin the size of a fingernail, in order to temper their bodies and unlock their potential, but they could never obtain it."

"You came up with two pieces of Primeval Desolation Skin this big right away, and they were completely free. Don't take your good fortune for granted."

The Great Desolation Stele, with an air of "I've been there," whispered.

"In that case, wouldn't the Master of Primeval Desolation be a treasure from head to toe? If you were to take a fingernail from him and refine it a little, it would become a top-quality Pure Yuan Treasure with explosive defensive power."

Lin Dong's eyes lit up as he listened, and his thoughts began to wander further.

"Tch, do you think the martial artists of our time were all fools? What you can think of, we've already thought of. Someone once had a bold idea in private: if they could use the knee of the Master of Primeval Desolation, or even just his skull, they could create an Ancient Divine Object of unprecedented power, comparable to..."

The Great Desolation Stele smiled disdainfully and continued to entice him further.

For some reason, the Master of Primeval Desolation was lying quietly on the Eighth Floor and still in a deep sleep, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He sensed a strong malice from this world.

"Damn it, which reckless bastard dared to mess with me again? When I wake up, I'm going to crush that son of a bitch inch by inch..."

The towering, Purple Gold Giant rolled over and thought this viciously.

"You two are probably courting death. Among the Eight Ancient Masters, the Master of Primeval Desolation has a temper that is even more fiery than the Master of Flames. He's the kind of person who will start a fight at the slightest provocation. He'll just go for it."

"It's unbelievable that someone would be foolish enough to stand outside his house and loudly target his body parts. Ha, it makes me sigh: there are always people who think they have too much life to live!"

Seeing that the person and the monument were talking more and more outrageous and going further and further down the path of courting death, the Ancestral Stone Spirit, Yan, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"..."

As soon as Yan said this, the Seventh Floor fell into a deathly silence.

"What have we just done? We must have been controlled by the Yi Mo!!"

The two people and the monument exchanged a chilling glance, their panic filling them with a desire to flee the Primeval Desolation Tower immediately.

The most panicked one has to be the Great Desolation Stele.

If the Master of Primeval Desolation were to wake up and learn of this, out of consideration for his reputation, he would most likely not cause trouble for Lin Dong, this junior. Well, mainly because he wouldn't dare to, for fear of being beaten, since the latter is the Ice Master's man.

However, the Great Desolation Stele is different; the old guy is shameless.

When the Master of Primeval Desolation unleashed his reckless power, he shattered the Great Desolation Stele in no time, showing everyone that even after the Tablet Spirit was broken, the Great Desolation Stele's origin would give birth to a new Tablet Spirit within a few years.

But what does your arrest of Lu Xun have to do with me, Zhou Shuren... cough, that's a bad analogy.

Anyway, the appearance of the new Tablet Spirit has absolutely nothing to do with the current Great Desolation Stele; it really will die!!

"Hahaha, Yan, don't scare the younger generation. The Master of Primeval Desolation is not the kind of person you're talking about. He has a very good temper!"

The light and shadow formed from the Great Desolation Stele struggled to support its trembling, broken body, and laughed loudly in an unusually dry voice.

"... I really didn't believe your nonsense!"

Looking at Lin Dong, whose expression remained unchanged, and then at the Great Desolation Stele, whose face was ashen, Yan rolled his eyes in annoyance. This old guy really hadn't changed at all; he still couldn't help but release the intense, suicidal spirit within him.

In Ancient Era, the Great Desolation Stele was often taught a lesson by the Eight Ancient Masters because of its personality. However, once the page was turned, the Great Desolation Stele would immediately relapse and act recklessly again.

When the old man Symbol Ancestor was alive, he also spoke to Yan about this matter in a very earnest way. He said that the Great Desolation Stele was suffering from an incurable disease and there was no hope of saving it. It was just waiting to die.

"Hey, could you two give me those two pieces of Primeval Desolation Skin first? It's not easy to get into the Primeval Desolation Tower, I need to seize the time to cultivate in seclusion for a while."

Suddenly remembering that his wife was the Ice Master, the head of the Eight Masters, Lin Dong was no longer afraid of anything in front of him, so he simply urged her on openly.

"No problem."

His body was still trembling on the Great Desolation Stele. He tried to hand the wheel-sized piece of purple-gold skin to Lin Dong, but he always missed.

"Haha, Lin Dong, why are your hands shaking? Don't be afraid. With me and Yan here, the Master of Primeval Desolation will definitely give us some face. Don't worry."

The Great Desolation Stele, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, forced an unusually stiff and ugly smile onto its aged face, enough to scare away a General-level Demon.

"Well, never mind, the old man has it tough too, let's give him some face."

Lin Dong, who hadn't even reached out yet, sighed inwardly upon seeing this, and with a swift movement, grabbed the violently trembling purple-gold membrane into his hand.

"You should absorb some of the Primeval Desolation Power from the Seventh Floor to restore your strength, but do not disturb the Master of Primeval Desolation and affect this senior's revival."

Lin Dong then directly swept up the two pieces of Primeval Desolation Skin and sat down. With a thought, a faint Devouring Power emerged, and two dark mouths that appeared in his left and right palms quickly swallowed the two pieces of purple-gold skin.

"Boom!!!"

The vast purple-gold energy transformed from the two pieces of purple-gold membrane exploded within Lin Dong's body, surging wildly into all his internal organs, bones, flesh, meridians, and even cells.

At an astonishing speed, it silently strengthened every part of the body, even the massive amount of Origin Energy stored deep within the dantian.

The cultivation has officially begun!

"Yan... I... I'm scared, what should I do? Can you... can you take my place...?"

"Get lost, you old bastard, stay away from me. I need to draw on the Primeval Desolation Qi here to recover some of my strength. Don't bother me."

"Yan, you can't just stand by and watch us die, our master is gone..."

On the Seventh Floor of the Primeval Desolation Tower, faint sounds echoed.