The True Realm Is Gone!

Wang Xian and Jiang Mengmeng looked at each other. A supreme treasure lay before them, yet they could not obtain it. It was truly heartbreaking.

"Forget it. We can't take the Human Ancestor's blood, so let's look at these Immortal Sealing Needles!"

Wang Xian sighed helplessly and turned to walk toward one of the massive Immortal Sealing Needles.

The Immortal Sealing Needles were engraved with densely packed runes. Their upper-middle sections were hollow, with an immortal artifact placed inside each one.

According to Fatty, the immortal artifacts had completely fused with the Immortal Sealing Needles and could not be removed. Even if the needles were destroyed, the immortal artifacts would be destroyed along with them.

Thus, removing the immortal artifacts from the Immortal Sealing Needles was also impossible.

Thinking of Fatty, Wang Xian sighed inwardly again. He could only pray that Fatty had some means of resurrection.

Wang Xian placed both hands on an Immortal Sealing Needle and tried to pull it out of the ground. Yet no matter how much strength he used, the needle did not move in the slightest.

After pondering briefly, Wang Xian took out the Emperor Dragon Spear and transformed it into a Stone Pickaxe.

Raising the Stone Pickaxe, Wang Xian swung it fiercely at the spot where the Immortal Sealing Needle entered the ground.

Clang!

After a deafening impact, only a tiny white mark appeared on the ground.

"Fuck! What kind of ground is this?"

Wang Xian shook out his arms, which trembled from the recoil.

When he had fought Zhang Huang earlier, he had already known that the ground here was exceptionally hard. But he had never expected that a full-force swing of his Stone Pickaxe would leave behind only a tiny white mark.

"No way, it repairs itself too?"

Wang Xian suddenly