Between the great locust tree and mountains of gold and silver twice a man's height, a beautiful woman in palace robes sat cross-legged on the ground, cradling a treasure box as if cultivating.
Madam Huaize.
Just as Xiang Yuan had expected, the relic was indeed in her hands. Not only that, it had awakened her intelligence and allowed her to successfully assume human form.
All this time, Madam Huaize had regarded this relic as a treasure equal to her very life. She firmly believed it was extraordinary. Since it could help her take human form, it would surely allow her to advance further in cultivation and become a mighty Demon King whose name shook a region.
As long as one had dreams, there would be setback after setback, disappointment after disappointment.
Madam Huaize had possessed the relic for many years, yet she had never been able to fathom its mysteries. She knew only that it was extraordinary, but could never find a way to refine it. Her repeated attempts had all failed, as though the relic were nothing more than an utterly ordinary stone.
Madam Huaize had once wondered whether the relic had not been the key to her awakening and successful transformation after all, and whether she had overlooked the true stroke of fortune.
But Xiang Yuan and White Dragon's arrival had dispelled that doubt. Both possessed formidable methods—one could command a monstrous zombie, while the other was herself a monster. The Sect Gate's precious treasure they had gone through untold hardship to recover could not possibly be an ordinary stone.
She only needed to study it some more, try a few different ways of opening it, and she would surely unravel its hidden mystery.
Just as she was pondering how to awaken the treasure, she suddenly heard approaching