The calamity-averting yuan magnetism had been Zhuang Wuya's last hope of breaking through to the golden core stage. Now that the spirit treasure had fallen into Xu Yan's hands, that final hope had been utterly shattered.
Xuan Wuchang! Even Li Changfeng roared inwardly, his face turning ashen. Beneath his purple-and-gold Daoist robes, his nails had dug deep into his palms from the force of his grip. Threads of crimson blood trickled down his robes, lending him an air of desolation.
Gu Xuanji was the only one present who remained composed. Although reluctance showed in his eyes, he was not as despairing as the other two. He had cultivated for only sixty years, and even without the calamity-averting yuan magnetism, he still had a fifty-percent chance of forming a golden core.
What truly tempted him more was Xuan Wuchang's clone divine ability. Even a family as powerful as the Gu Household possessed no such supreme divine ability.
As for the other cultivators, fear now filled their eyes, and traces of lingering dread showed on their faces. They no longer had the courage to pursue the two figures ahead.
Under everyone's reluctant gazes, the two figures ahead soon dwindled into black specks, then gradually disappeared.
Half an hour later, inside a dilapidated mine tunnel in the Great Yan Ancient Mine.
Xu Yan took a fresh set of Daoist robes from his Storage Ring and put them on, then dispelled the Thousand Illusions Mirage Art.
As for Xuan Wuchang, he had placed him inside his Spirit Beast Bag.
Looking at the piece of calamity-averting yuan magnetism in his Storage Ring, Xu Yan's eyes glimmered with delight.
He had reaped enormous gains from this battle. The only price had been consuming nearly half of Xuan Wuchang's essence blood, leaving him so weak that