The Dao Sect, Hunyuan True Realm, Courtyard No. 36.
Ouyang Xiuyah sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing faint as she cultivated.
A ring floated in the palm of her right hand, drawing the eye.
The ring was deep blue all over, its surface pitted and uneven, with several cracks running across it. It was clearly damaged.
Crackle!
Crackle!
Even though the ring had become ordinary, it still occasionally revealed a trace of mystery. Every few dozen breaths, faint arcs of electricity would spark from it.
Clearly, the ring had once been an extraordinarily powerful artifact. But the passage of time had worn it down, and its rank had fallen.
With the Great Dream Spiritual Body, one could enter dreams spanning myriad ages and capture scenes from history. With good luck, one might find images of ancient experts cultivating. By observing them closely, one could gain powerful techniques, secret arts, and martial experience.
Thanks to this talent, Ouyang Xiuyah's martial cultivation had recently advanced by leaps and bounds. She even had hope of reaching the Extreme Realm.
However, dreaming across myriad ages required a medium. This ring, imbued with the power of thunder and lightning, served that purpose.
Ouyang Xiuyah had traded a paltry sum for the ring from the Dao Sect's Divine Weapon Vault, intending to test her luck.
The Dao Sect was a great power in the Central Province. Any item collected in its Divine Weapon Vault, even if it had become ordinary by now, might still have a glorious past.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Suddenly, a tiny figure, no larger than a grain of rice, emerged from the space between Ouyang Xiuyah's brows. It stepped forward, drifted down, and struck the Lightning Ring.
Pfft!
The moment the two touched, the ring