Solar Stone

"Prince... tomb... help..."

Though Su Fang stood off to one side, far from Old Man Meng's house,

with his extraordinary hearing, he still caught some of the sounds coming from inside.

But Su Fang did not take them to heart.

To him, the most important thing now was to comprehend all the countless mysteries within the [Creation Golden Core].

Secondly, he needed to thoroughly uncover the secrets within the Gods and Devils Cemetery.

"Later, I must explore some of the other tombs..."

Before Su Fang could decide which tomb to visit, an acquaintance approached, his face carrying a trace of worry.

"Senior Brother Luo Changqing!"

Luo Changqing, who had still been pondering the matter of Prince Shaomiao, frowned slightly upon hearing Su Fang call out to him, seemingly displeased at being disturbed.

Yet when he saw Su Fang completely unharmed, without even the slightest trace of erosion from the Gods and Devils Cemetery on his face, shock appeared in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Su Fang, you're actually completely fine?"

Luo Changqing looked at Su Fang strangely, his voice brimming with astonishment.

But then, as if he had thought of something, Luo Changqing's expression changed again, and a trace of pity appeared on his face.

"Junior Brother Su Fang, although the Solar Stone can ward off the erosion of Yin Baleful Qi within the [Gods and Devils Cemetery], you must understand that its drawback lies in the soul!"

"We have met before, so that counts as some measure of fate between us. This Azure Jade Pill may not be able to resist the Yin Baleful Qi filling the heavens, but it can still ward off some of the Solar Stone's harm to the soul!"

Having said that,

Luo Changqing took another jade bottle from his robes and handed it to Su Fang.

Then he directly entered Old Man Meng's house.

This time, however, the voices inside were noticeably quieter.

It seemed the matter they were discussing was far too important.

"Solar Stone?"

Su Fang carefully searched through the information on Solar Stones in his mind. In the end, he found some details within the True Fire Forging Art.

"The Solar Stone is an object of supreme Yang and sacredness. A lone Yin cannot flourish, nor can a lone Yang endure.

The supreme Yang power within it is so intense that some artifact refiners even use it to temper magical treasures.

If worn for a long time, not only will that righteous supreme Yang power turn into fire poison, it will also scorch the soul. Within ten days, one will surely become muddleheaded and dazed!"

At that moment,

Su Fang somewhat understood why Luo Changqing had said those things.

"Senior Brother Luo must think that before entering the Gods and Devils Cemetery, I spent a great price to consume a Solar Stone, intending to use the supreme Yang power within it to withstand the Yin Baleful Qi of the [Gods and Devils Cemetery]!"

But Su Fang keenly seized upon the connection.

There definitely had to be Solar Stones within the Gods and Devils Cemetery, and quite a few people had used them!

"Moreover, although Old Man Meng was shocked that I had not changed, he did not react too strongly. That means quite a few people must have used this method."

"After all, if even I could think of it, there was no reason others could not."

Standing not far from Old Man Meng's house, Su Fang pondered carefully. Then, as though he had thought of something, his gaze grew increasingly resolute.

"If I can obtain a Solar Stone and forge it into a magical treasure, it will definitely greatly improve my ability to resist Profound Yin Qi!"

"Then I can venture deep into the Gods and Devils Cemetery to seek more treasures, and use [Max-Level Comprehension] to understand their mysteries. My cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds!"

At this thought, Su Fang's heart shook wildly, but he quickly suppressed the feeling.

"This matter requires careful planning!"

Su Fang waited bitterly at Old Man Meng's home for another hour.

Yet neither Old Man Meng nor anyone else emerged.

During that time, he even faintly heard sounds of arguing from the neighboring room.

It seemed this prince possessed an exceptionally distinguished status, making Old Man Meng and Luo Changqing both wary of dealing with him rashly.

"Forget it. I should go take a look around!"

Su Fang casually grabbed a broom and headed straight toward the cluster of tombs belonging to the [Dao Sect].

Compared with those tombs covered in formation patterns, Su Fang still preferred the grounds of the [Dao Sect], whose gates stood wide open.

"Even with Solar Stones as an excuse, I still need to show at least some traces of Yin Qi erosion!"

As Su Fang thought, he used the Yin Qi around him to begin eroding the skin he had exposed.

Before long, he arrived at the burial grounds of the Dao Sect's forebears.

The place remained desolate and silent, an air of barrenness spreading madly in every direction.

Su Fang had dug graves here yesterday. As the saying went, practice made perfect; he no longer possessed the fear he had felt when digging a grave for the first time.

He bowed toward the Dao Sect's tombs, then swept away the dead leaves around them, which could be considered a show of respect toward these predecessors.

As Su Fang swept, he examined the information on the tombs he passed.

"Sixteenth-generation Supreme Elder of the Dao Sect, Han Yue. Died at the age of three hundred and sixty!"

"Sixteenth-generation direct disciple of the Dao Sect, Luo Xueyan. Died at the age of twenty!"

Seeing this, Su Fang was a little surprised. She had merely been a direct disciple, yet she had been buried in the [Gods and Devils Cemetery].

But after thinking it over, Su Fang felt it was not such a big deal.

Those of noble status, those with powerful backgrounds, or disciples greatly favored by a sect's upper echelons could be buried here after an unexpected death. There was nothing strange about that.

Su Fang continued onward.

"Fourth-generation Sect Master of the Dao Sect, Qiu Zhenzi. Died at the age of nine hundred and seventy-four!"

After passing the tombs of several Dao Sect Supreme Elders, Su Fang's eyes finally lit up.

If there was anyone in the Dao Sect who could stand shoulder to shoulder with—or even surpass—Xu Zhiye, it would be the fourth-generation Dao Sect Sect Master before him.

"Legend says Qiu Zhenzi possessed the bearing of an immortal. At one year old, he could already perceive the mysteries between Heaven and Earth, and at ten, he comprehended the Sword Dao.

He even had spirit beasts at his side, while treasures acknowledged him as their master!"

But that was not what excited Su Fang the most.

Qiu Zhenzi had been both teacher and friend to Xu Zhiye. The many cultivation arts he could obtain from this tomb would surely be enough to make his eyes shine.

"Senior Qiu, forgive me!!!"

A shovel flashed into Su Fang's hand, and he immediately began digging into Qiu Zhenzi's grave.

For a time, only the rustling sound of dirt being tossed aside remained in this vast cemetery.

It was utterly terrifying and gloomy. If anyone entered the Gods and Devils Cemetery at this moment, they certainly would not feel well.

If they were a little more timid, they might even be frightened into madness.

With cultivation supporting him, Su Fang naturally dug at astonishing speed.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had excavated a passage wide enough for a person to pass through.

Lighting a candle with a casual motion, Su Fang crawled inside. He wanted to see what fine treasures lay within the tomb of this third-generation Dao Sect Sect Master.

As the faint candlelight illuminated the interior of the tomb, Su Fang, whose vision had been enhanced, soon spotted the coffin at the very center.

Strands of Yin Qi, as though sentient, began circling Su Fang, seemingly intending to replace him.

But a thread of golden energy within Su Fang's body trembled slightly, swiftly shattering that Yin Qi.

With the Yin Qi no longer obstructing him, Su Fang skillfully picked up his shovel and pried open the coffin that had lain there for who knew how long.

Crack, crack, crack...

Su Fang had no idea what kind of wood the Dao Sect had used to make this coffin back then, but he actually found it somewhat difficult to pry open.

"How strange!"

Though puzzled, Su Fang exerted himself again and drove the shovel into the seam of the coffin before him.

"Rise!"

Su Fang roared inwardly.

He put all his strength into his hands, and the power of a Third-Level Martial Soldier erupted at once!

The originally indestructible coffin lid was instantly sent flying.

But when Su Fang saw what was inside the coffin, his pupils suddenly contracted.