The Chosen Origin Stone!

Li Qingshan gathered his thoughts and was about to leave when his eyebrows suddenly rose.

Several waves of immortal power were clashing fiercely in the distant mountains and forests.

The fluctuations were not particularly strong, roughly at the level of three or four early-stage Profound Immortals. Yet within them, Li Qingshan sensed a strange aura.

"What is that?"

Li Qingshan's heart stirred. His figure turned into a streak of chaotic light as he shot toward the source of the disturbance.

Deep in the mountains, within a valley blasted into utter ruin, four figures were locked in fierce combat.

Three were male cultivators and one was female, all at the early stage of the Profound Immortal realm.

The radiance of their immortal arts intertwined and collided amid the woods, blasting the ancient Wood trees around them into crooked, toppled wreckage.

At the center of the four, a fist-sized violet-Metal crystal floated quietly in midair.

The crystal was crystalline throughout, with faint galaxy-like patterns slowly flowing within it. It emanated an ancient, mysterious aura.

"This is... a Chosen Source Stone?!"

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up.

Zhao Cangming had said that a single Chosen Source Stone was worth ten thousand points. The crystal before him was precisely a Chosen Source Stone.

A smile curled across Li Qingshan's lips.

He landed atop a massive boulder at the edge of the valley, folded his arms across his chest, and abruptly released the Law of Chaos.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure swept toward the four people in the valley like an invisible tide.

The pressure was as vast as mountains and peaks, so heavy it made one suffocate.

The four only felt a chill rise up their spines, as if they had been targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.

Their clashing immortal arts came to an abrupt