In the dead of night, darkness hung heavy.
Beihe Town had become quiet and peaceful, the world exceptionally desolate and cold. Only the moon cast its silvery radiance.
Caw, caw, caw.
Crows cried out as they crossed the void and flew into the distance.
Amid the night, only the study remained brightly lit.
Lu Xuanxin held the White Bone Relic in his hand, his eyes burning with fervor.
The White Bone Relic had been obtained by killing a Qi Refining Layer 2 cultivator.
After obtaining it, he had never figured out how to use it and had kept it stored away with great care.
Not until the words his third brother had spoken a few days ago.
Legend had it that a Nascent Soul Cultivator could expend some of their origin to grant a mortal Spirit Root. But unless it was their own son, no Nascent Soul Cultivator would pay such a price.
This White Bone Relic bore three golden lines. It had been forged by a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
With this White Bone Relic, anything was possible.
He first tried using a carving knife to shave it, attempting to scrape off some bone powder to consume.
Yet the knife grew dull before it could remove even a speck. The White Bone Relic looked like white jade, but it was terrifyingly hard and impossible to carve.
Next, he tried a blood sacrifice. After dripping blood onto it, he formed the faintest connection with the White Bone Relic, but urging it produced no effect whatsoever. It was like a piece of beautiful jade.
Enough!
A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Lu Xuanxin's eyes as he swallowed the White Bone Relic on the spot.
Gulp!
Gulp!
At first, after the White Bone Relic was swallowed, he felt nothing.
But gradually, his stomach