Mist Valley (Please Add to Library)

On this day, a heavy snow began to fall over the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Looking out, everything was covered in a thick layer of snow.

On that snow, one could clearly see all sorts of footprints, left by magical beasts of varying sizes.

Atop the mountain peak, three Saint-level Undead Lifeforms stood guard, loyally watching over Kolan.

Kolan sat cross-legged beneath a large tree, deep in cultivation.

The tree, which had once been lush and leafy, had long since shed its foliage and stood bare.

Snowflakes fell continuously, landing upon Kolan.

Kolan himself looked just like a snowman.

It was unknown how much time had passed when Battle Qi surged from Kolan's body, shaking the snowflakes away.

Kolan's eyes flickered; one eye shimmered with green, while the other shimmered with gray.

These represented the Life Rules and the Death Rules.

After a long while, the green and gray faded, and his irises returned to their original black.

In terms of material attacks, the Life Rules are not adept, and the Death Rules are not particularly adept either. I have made great progress in the Life Rules and Death Rules, but my material attacks still cannot compare to a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus, Kolan thought to himself.

In this Magical Beast Mountain Range, one lost track of time; Kolan did not even know how long he had been here.

He had taken a great step forward in his comprehension of the Life Rules and the Death Rules.

However, his single-element attacks alone could not match those of a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus.

The Life Rules excelled in soul attacks, defense, recovery, and healing, but were relatively weak in close-quarters combat.

The Death Rules also excelled in soul attacks and soul defense, and were not particularly suited for material attacks; their strength lay in their eerie, unpredictable nature!

This meant that unless he used spiritual energy attacks, soul attacks, or fused Battle Qi, he could not defeat a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus in a head-on fight.

The Saint-level Tyrannosaurus was a darkness-element Saint-level magical beast. The darkness element was also not adept at material attacks, but its powerful physical body and terrifying scale defense made its material attacks formidable.

In this regard, Kolan was actually somewhat similar.

While not adept at material attacks, his powerful physical body—compared to a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus—actually made Kolan's material attacks quite fearsome.

With a thought, he recalled his Saint-level Undead Lifeforms back to the Undead Realm.

Kolan flew through the air, beginning to scout the Mist Valley.

Logically speaking, this Mist Valley already existed.

The concentration of heaven and earth elemental energy in the Mist Valley was a hundred times that of the outside world, making it perfect for cultivation. Naturally, Kolan wanted to claim such a treasure for himself.

After searching for ten days and ten nights, Kolan finally found the Mist Valley.

"This is truly a treasure trove for cultivation. The heaven and earth elemental energy is so dense; whether one is a warrior or a magus, they could save a massive amount of time in cultivating Battle Qi and magical power," Kolan exclaimed in admiration.

He then looked at the sealing magic array. The Violet Blood Soft Sword served as the eye of the formation, creating this seal that blocked a weak point in space, preventing experts from the Plane Prison from entering the Yulan Continent.

"The sword of the Hell Seven-Star Fiend, the Violet Blood Demon; a Highgod Artifact of top-tier quality. What a monstrous fortune!" Kolan looked at the Violet Blood Soft Sword, unable to suppress a flicker of greed in his eyes.

A Seven-Star Fiend was an expert who could roam Hell freely.

The Violet Blood Demon was even considered an expert comparable to a Asura. His sword was of top-tier quality among Highgod Artifacts; a single Violet Blood Soft Sword was likely worth trillions of Ink Stone.

Faced with such a massive fortune, how could Kolan not be tempted? How could he not feel a sense of greed?

However, he forcefully suppressed this restless urge.

For one, he was currently in the Yulan Continent. If he took the Violet Blood Soft Sword and a God-level expert came from the Plane Prison to the Yulan Continent, he would be the first to die. Even if that didn't happen, if a God-level expert escaped later, he would have no peace, and he would be in grave danger.

Secondly, this sealing magic array was set by Beirut. It was fine for Linley to take the Violet Blood Soft Sword and break the seal, but that didn't mean it would be fine for him to do the same. Linley had Bebe, but he did not.

For all he knew, Beirut could swat him to death with a single palm.

He had to play it safe and focus on developing his strength in secret.

His soul mutation gave him much greater potential than others.

He needed time to cultivate and grow stronger step by step.

Kolan summoned his three Saint-level Undead Lifeforms to guard the perimeter, ensuring no other magical beasts would come in to disturb his cultivation.

Winter passed and spring returned; in the blink of an eye, several years had gone by.

As Kolan cultivated, his body was shrouded half in the aura of life and half in the aura of death.

Compared to before, the aura he exuded was now even more powerful.

He opened his eyes; one was green, the other gray.

They represented life and death.

"I don't even know how long I've been in the Magical Beast Mountain Range. Time to go out and walk around!" Kolan felt restless after so much stillness and no longer wished to continue cultivating.

Leaving the cave, just as Kolan was about to depart the Mist Valley, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a ring.

"This ring is..." The ring was gray and carried an aura of death. Even after so many years, this aura of death still made Kolan feel a sense of trepidation.

He reached out and picked up the ring.

Kolan dripped a drop of blood onto it, and a connection was instantly established.

"A spatial ring!" Kolan was very surprised; he hadn't expected to find a spatial ring here of all places.

In the Yulan Continent, a spatial ring could be considered a priceless treasure.

Spatial rings were extremely rare, and no one would be foolish enough to sell one. Once a spatial ring absorbed blood and recognized its master, no one else could open it, making it the ultimate mobile treasure vault.

Kolan already possessed a spatial ring, which his teacher had passed down to him on his deathbed.

His own spatial ring was not very large, measuring one meter in length, width, and height—a total capacity of one cubic meter.

"What a massive space! This must be over a hundred thousand cubic meters!" Kolan was dumbfounded the moment he probed it.

One hundred meters in length and width, and ten meters in height—a full 100,000 cubic meters in size.

Kolan had never heard of, let alone seen, a spatial ring this large.

"A spatial ring from a Divine Plane or a Supreme Plane!" Kolan was certain that the owner of this ring was a deity-level powerhouse from a Divine Plane or a Supreme Plane.

Kolan was thrilled; he hadn't expected to be so lucky as to find a spatial ring, let alone one of such immense size.

Kolan began to carefully inspect the contents of the spatial ring.

"This is... a Soul Gold Bead!" Kolan grew excited.

In the Supreme Planes and Divine Planes, Soul Gold Beads were not considered particularly precious items. Although the number of deity-level powerhouses in those planes was high, the number of Saint Realm individuals was even greater, and the practice of using Saint Realm souls to refine Soul Gold Beads was clearly not uncommon.

However, in a material plane, Soul Gold Beads were considered treasures.

This was because only deity-level powerhouses who followed the Death Rules could refine Soul Gold Beads, and those who cultivated the Death Rules were already incredibly rare, with those capable of becoming gods being almost non-existent.

Furthermore, for a deity-level powerhouse of the Death Rules to refine Soul Gold Beads, they had to slaughter a vast number of people to collect their souls. If one were to slaughter everyone below the deity level in the entire Yulan Continent, it was doubtful they could even refine ten Soul Gold Beads.

From this, one could see just how precious a Soul Gold Bead truly was.

My old books were never signed, so they disappeared after a certain amount of time. This book hasn't received a signing notification yet either. Once I'm able to sign, I'll see if I can ask an editor to help bring my old books back.