Ten Breaths of Battle, Ten Thousand Years of Strife (2)

Huan Yinzi noticed that "giant eye" and the accompanying Buddhist chant. Able to generate Sanskrit hymns and evolve scriptures on its own, it was unquestionably a first-rate Buddhist treasure. It had also struck without warning, so it was no wonder it had knocked down a natal treasure like the Sun Concealing Ring.

What was a natal treasure?

It had to be an external object a cultivator had refined with sacrificial rites, nurtured with heart's blood, and fused inseparably with the mind. It was convenient for housing the Primordial Spirit and creating incarnations and shadow bodies. In many cases, it formed part of the very foundation of a cultivator's attainment of the Dao; even when it did not, it still held an exceptionally special status.

For a cultivator of Lu Suhua's level, it was absolutely impossible for her natal treasure to fall into another's hands. Otherwise, it would be no different from the Primordial Power of a Divine Lord leaking out. Yet now, this impossible situation had appeared before Huan Yinzi, and like a pie falling from the sky, it had landed in his hands. Judging from the circulation of its aura, it had clearly gone out of control.

As a Longevity True Man, particularly one born from the demonic sects, dozens—perhaps hundreds—of methods instantly flashed through his mind, enough to make Lu Suhua wish she were dead—in an ideal scenario.

Instinctively, he wanted to act, but at this moment, he could not help looking toward Lu Suhua. The female cultivator did not turn around, offering him only her back. She seemed utterly unconcerned over where her natal treasure ended up. That attitude made Huan Yinzi's chest tighten.

Her back looked slender, gaunt, and lonely, yet before that peerless might descending like a hundred thousand mountains crushing the sky, she stood