Cang Batian had put out a total of five items, two of which were particularly eye-catching.
They were a Spirit Weapon and a drop of essence blood.
Especially that drop of essence blood—it not only radiated an extremely ancient aura, but a faint vision could also be seen flickering within it.
Good stuff.
Chen Wen could not help drawing a deep breath.
He was certain that if he could obtain that drop of essence blood, his Heaven-Battling Berserk Body would surely rise to another level.
"That is a drop of Ancient Spirit Blood. I never expected such a thing to still exist."
Xian Hongshao's voice drifted out leisurely.
"Ancient Spirit Blood? What is that?"
Chen Wen suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked.
"Ancient Spirit Blood belongs to a unique kind of Primordial Being. Back in ancient times, they were an existence no weaker than the divine beast clans."
"Yet because they were too heaven-defying, they had long since vanished into the river of history."
Xian Hongshao spoke unhurriedly.
"Then can I use it in place of spirit beast essence blood?"
Chen Wen could not help asking.
"More than merely can. Its effects would be far greater."
Xian Hongshao glanced at Chen Wen.
"Then I have to get it."
Chen Wen drew a deep breath before saying.
"Don't celebrate too soon. There is something wrong with this Ancient Spirit Blood."
Xian Hongshao suddenly said.
Chen Wen's entire body jolted, and his surging excitement instantly cooled. "What do you mean?"
"A Soul Slave Seal has been planted in this Ancient Spirit Blood."
As she spoke, Xian Hongshao changed the subject. "This Soul Slave Seal will be planted when you refine the Ancient Spirit Blood."
"Moreover, it will silently seep deep into your soul, only revealing itself when it is activated."