The Human Emperor

Liu Yuanchen recalled the legends of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber from his previous life. This treasure was made to counter beings with powerful bodies.

Yuan Hong, for example, had cultivated the Eight-Nine Profound Technique, making his body nearly indestructible.

Yet beneath the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, even he had died, his Dao extinguished.

Judging by what Liu Yuanchen had just felt, the saber seemed capable of suppressing the primordial spirit.

Perhaps all these powers came from the Great Witches.

"A perfectly good Innate Yellow Gourd, turned into such a baleful thing.

Once I butcher that mangy bird, I'll disperse the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber inside the gourd and refine the Yellow Gourd anew."

Seeing his confidence, Grand Immortal Zhenyuan cautioned him.

"You must never underestimate the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber. Kept inside the Innate Yellow Gourd and nourished by it day and night, its power will only grow stronger.

After killing an enemy, it can also devour some of their vital essence to increase its power."

"The next time you encounter Lu Ya, you must be extremely careful."

At those words, Liu Yuanchen's estimation of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber rose another notch.

"Rest assured, Master. I won't let my guard down."

After master and disciple talked a while longer, Grand Immortal Zhenyuan's figure vanished.

Liu Yuanchen again summoned Pangu Astral Force to refine the gray-white energy clinging to his wound.

Perhaps because that energy came from the Witch Race, it could hardly raise a wave before Pangu Astral Force.

Even the gray-white energy that had seeped into his clone's body rapidly crumbled under its assault.

Several hours later, the energy had dispersed completely, and the wound had fully healed.

That really was a dangerous trip. The Innate Spirit Treasures in my hands nearly became a free gift for that little thief Lu Ya.