You slowly raised the Eastern Pole Divine Stele in your palm.
Bao Zhen's pupils widened slightly. Though he spoke with composure, a tremor of excitement he could not suppress flashed through his eyes as he faced such a divine treasure.
He reached out to take it, but you quietly drew it back.
Understanding dawned on Bao Zhen, and he laughed at himself. "Look at me. I got impatient."
A sacred sarira the size of a pill appeared in his palm. A halo of compassion flowed around it as he slowly pushed it toward you.
Though it was a relic of the Devil Ancestor, it looked more dignified and serene than even the Buddhist Sect's most precious treasures.
Reluctance colored Bao Zhen's voice. "Even in Medieval Antiquity, this was hard to come by."
You closed your fingers around it. It felt cold to the touch—and then endless passions and desires surged like a raging tide straight into your sea of consciousness!
The Dao Heart Divine Treasury began to circulate silently, slowly pressing down that tidal surge of impulse.
This was a genuine Devil Ancestor's Sarira.
Bao Zhen added, "I've already used half of the sarira. What remains should still be enough for you."
He did not explain what it was for, and you did not ask.
Only after accepting the Devil Ancestor's Sarira did you hand over the Eastern Pole Divine Stele.
Bao Zhen instantly forgot his reluctance. His gaze burned as he looked at the little stele. This was the legendary relic with which that Daoist of the Kun Void had established the four poles. Even as the spirit of an immortal artifact, he could not keep his heart from stirring.
But the moment the little stele touched his hand, it bore down with a weight of ten thousand jun,