Wish Well

The moment Fang Yang lowered his aura, Saint Mother Jin Ling's divine sense quietly approached. She wanted to see if Fang Yang's opportunity could compare to her own.

Saint Mother Jin Ling didn't necessarily need to gain anything from the Myriad Treasures Long River; the things Sect Master Tongtian had taught her were already more than enough. She was competing with the Myriad Treasures Long River, refusing to believe she couldn't even reel in a single Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Of course, if someone in the Sect of Interception had an even worse opportunity than her, she would find some solace in that.

After all, disciples of Saint Great Sects like them weren't lacking in opportunities. If Fang Yang couldn't catch any good treasures, at most, he would "make a name for himself" in the Sect of Interception, just like her.

"Junior Brother is of human origin, and after his 632nd-generation ancestor died, his lineage became mortals."

"In Junior Brother's grandfather's generation, their tribe encountered a beast tide. The chieftain and elders all perished while resisting it. Surrounding tribes took the opportunity to kick them while they were down, intending to annex their tribe."

"After their tribe was destroyed, Junior Brother's family almost became slaves. They hid in the hollow of a large banyan tree and managed to escape."

Thinking of Fang Yang's past, Saint Mother Jin Ling's confidence surged. Fang Yang's luck was clearly inferior to hers, and if it came to opportunities, she should have won completely.

Fang Yang, however, didn't have so many inner thoughts. The past didn't exist, the future hadn't arrived, and the present was what he should grasp. He stared intently at the Myriad Treasures Long River, feeling every ripple of its flow.

Even when chasing opportunities, one had to seize the moment. Opportunities wouldn't wait for someone forever; once the moment passed, the opportunity might slip away.

Seeing Fang Yang's calm demeanor, Saint Mother Jin Ling's impression of this newly arrived Junior Brother changed greatly. Fang Yang's cultivation might not be much, but his state of mind was certainly commendable.

Time trickled by. Three months passed, and neither Saint Mother Jin Ling nor Fang Yang had any harvest. Saint Mother Jin Ling was beginning to conclude that Fang Yang, like herself, was someone who couldn't obtain opportunities.

Just then, a faint smile appeared on Fang Yang's face, and he spoke softly, "It's here!"

"Hm?"

Saint Mother Jin Ling's gaze snapped towards Fang Yang's fishing rod. She saw that the river surface beneath Fang Yang suddenly began to emit faint Chaos Qi.

"Chaos Qi? Not good. Junior Brother hasn't proven Dao as a Grand Unity yet; he can't withstand the erosion of Chaos Qi. What exactly did Junior Brother hook to provoke the Chaos Qi?"

Although Saint Mother Jin Ling was greatly surprised, her actions were not slow.

The moment she saw the Chaos Qi, a treasure wheel, shining with sunlight, moonlight, and starlight, silently appeared above Fang Yang's head. The radiance of the Sun, Moon, and Stars cascaded onto Fang Yang, draping him in a robe of starlight.

This Magic Treasure was a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel. It was a treasure Saint Mother Jin Ling obtained while traveling through the starry sky. This treasure was also her Natal Magic Treasure.

The Chaos Qi drifted towards Fang Yang, attempting to assimilate him and turn him into chaos. However, it crashed headfirst into the starlight robe and was shattered.

Fang Yang raised his hand, looking at the flowing Sun, Moon, and Stars energy on his body, feeling quite shocked.

Even if Saint Mother Jin Ling hadn't intervened, he could have protected himself with an Innate Spiritual Treasure. But Saint Mother Jin Ling's immediate action to save him greatly astonished him.

He had only just become a Core Disciple, and he wasn't familiar with Saint Mother Jin Ling at all, yet she protected him so readily.

He had always known that the dregs among the disciples of the Sect of Interception were utterly without principles, but he hadn't expected that the moral standards of Moral True Immortal among the Sect of Interception would be so astonishingly high.

Fang Yang didn't immediately express his thanks because he sensed that he had hooked something big. All his strength and will were locked in a struggle with this "big catch."

Seeing Fang Yang tense up, pouring all his magic into it, Saint Mother Jin Ling knew what Fang Yang was facing. She wasn't jealous, nor did she stand by and watch. Instead, she activated the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel again.

Using the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel, she added her strength to Fang Yang.

Saint Mother Jin Ling's gaze was fixed on the Myriad Treasures Long River, a faint expectation in her heart.

If Fang Yang had failed like her, she would have gloated, but if Fang Yang had found an Opportunity, she would have been happy for him.

As soon as Saint Mother Jin Ling made her move, the situation immediately changed.

Gulp! Gulp!

With the boost from Saint Mother Jin Ling's strength, Fang Yang felt an inexhaustible surge of energy. He didn't even need to exert himself; he just needed to release his aura.

Countless bubbles of various sizes emerged on the river's surface. The Chaos Qi that had been present moments ago had vanished.

Fang Yang realized that the treasure he had hooked must be within the Chaos. After the treasure was dragged into the Myriad Treasures Long River, the Chaos Qi naturally disappeared.

Boom!

A massive object burst out of the water, its enormous shadow engulfing the void for tens of thousands of miles. After breaking free from the Myriad Treasures Long River, it crashed down heavily, pulverizing the boundless void into dust.

Saint Mother Jin Ling condensed a hand of Starlight with her magic, steadily holding the object in the air. While Fang Yang was still looking up, she had already seen the object's full form.

What Fang Yang had hooked was not an Innate Spiritual Treasure, but a divine object born in the Chaos World. The divine object's true form was an ancient well. The water inside the ancient well was not water, but the water of desire, condensed from the desires of beings from countless eras and countless worlds.

Saint Mother Jin Ling squeezed her palm, and the ancient well rapidly shrank, eventually returning to its normal size.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, on obtaining a Heaven and Earth Divine Object!"

Saint Mother Jin Ling said as she presented the ancient well to Fang Yang.

She was very curious about this divine object and wanted to know its mysteries. However, divine objects conceal themselves, and before refining them, it is difficult for those without fate to understand their profoundness.

Fang Yang grasped the ancient well. Through a momentary contact, he understood its mysteries.

The ancient well was an evil object!

He spoke, "Thank you, Senior Sister, for your help. This object is called the Wish Well. It can fulfill many wishes. Of course, its ability is limited. It can only provide a path to fulfill a wish, and cannot directly help cultivators achieve their desires. Furthermore, making a wish to it requires paying a price equivalent to the wish."

The rule of the Wish Well was that the day a desire was satisfied was the day of repayment. The most outrageous part was that if the Wish Well could not fulfill the wish, it would manifest the wish in the form of an illusion.

As long as the person making the wish believed they had fulfilled it, the Wish Well could then collect the price from the wish-maker.

Fang Yang felt that this object should more appropriately be called the Desire Well.

Saint Mother Jin Ling's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this. According to Fang Yang's explanation, this ancient well was useless.

If they wanted to fulfill wishes, they could directly ask Sect Master Tongtian. If even Sect Master Tongtian couldn't fulfill it, the Wish Well certainly couldn't.

She comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, Junior Brother. This object can be used to set up formations or cultivate divine abilities."

Fang Yang nodded slightly. What Saint Mother Jin Ling said made a lot of sense. However, Fang Yang felt that if this ancient well were used well, he could even kill a Quasi-Saint.

After all, he wouldn't proactively tell others the mysteries of the Wish Well, and Saint Mother Jin Ling wasn't someone who liked to spread gossip.