There Seems to Be a Story

The clanging rang without cease. After three days, under Lin Jun's relentless hammering, the pile of bones finally crumbled into powder.

"Damn, they were hard."

Lin Jun shook out his arms. His whole body was flushed red. It had taken three full days of all-out hammering just to smash these bones apart. It was utterly absurd.

"You brat, you don't know anything. You can't refine medicine, can't forge artifacts, can't draw formations, so all you can do is solve everything with brute force."

Lao Xu said irritably. If Lin Jun knew even a little about refinement, he would not have ended up in such a sorry state.

"Senior, I think that even if the ruler really knew refinement techniques, he probably still wouldn't have been able to refine these bones."

Quan Yao touched the jade bone powder, marveling at its hardness.

"...That's true."

Another three days passed before Lin Jun managed to forcibly pour the powder into the Myriad Spirits Wood.

Unfortunately, there were far too few bones. At most, they could fill only three bodies.

"How does it feel?"

Lin Jun revived Quan Yao and had him sense his current condition.

Quan Yao moved his body and tried circulating his energy, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

"I should be able to wield most of my strength. But if it were Senior Xu, it still wouldn't be enough."

A Demon Venerable would do.

Lin Jun nodded. Three Demon Venerables, plus himself and Nine-Tail—their combat strength was already terrifying.

As long as they did not encounter someone in Spirit Transcendence, they would basically have no rivals.

With that thought, Lin Jun looked toward the depths of the island.

Ever since he had set foot on this island, he had felt that something else was here. Yet over the past