Saint Fallen!

Chen Fusheng rose and left the secluded cultivation area. He wanted to obtain more Pure Yang Essence Fire.

It was not just for himself. This resource was nearly impossible to find anywhere in the world, and in the ultra-high-end trading world, it could be exchanged for all kinds of top-tier treasures!

This was true hard currency. Of course, Chen Fusheng knew that Pure Yang Essence Fire was of no help to the Primordial Spirit. It was solely useful to the Pure Yang Spirit Beast!

If they really captured one, even the Seventh Realm powerhouses would fight tooth and nail to trade for it.

"Uh, did I just miss it?"

Chen Fusheng crossed the Black Mist Area, releasing his Spirit Sense to listen for news.

Many adventurers were discussing a single matter, and it made Chen Fusheng's eyes widen. The Pure Yang Spirit Beast had truly appeared in the world—during the period he had been in secluded cultivation.

An incomparably fierce battle had erupted at the time. However, something unexpected had happened during it. A powerhouse who had survived six tribulations had just captured the Pure Yang Spirit Beast when the flames it spat out burned his soul to death!

This had caused an enormous commotion. It seemed that capturing the Pure Yang Spirit Beast was an exceedingly dangerous job.

"That Pure Yang Spirit Beast was taken away by the bald monk from the Heavenly Buddha Saint Palace!"

"What do you mean, bald monk? Show some manners. He's a master with profound Buddhist attainments."

"Bullshit. He just took advantage of the chaos, launching an attack on the level of consciousness to interfere with a group of competitors. That was how he snatched away the Pure Yang Spirit Beast!"

"You really aren't afraid of dying. How dare you spout such nonsense? That