"Whew~"
He gently exhaled a breath of stale air, his chest slowly rising and falling of its own accord.
Deep exhaustion washed through his primordial spirit, accompanied by faint, tearing pains.
"Two breaths. Just two breaths."
"Even after refining the Ruined Sword through the Immortal Mansion, wielding a spirit treasure at the golden core realm is still far too much of a strain."
"It's like a six- or seven-year-old child forcing himself to swing an enormous iron hammer."
Liu Yu murmured to himself.
"The might of a spirit treasure is certainly captivating."
"But I must be extremely careful when using it, or I could very well destroy myself."
"Fortunately, the greatest problem-the energy supply-has already been solved with the 'spirit power imprint.'"
Feeling the tearing pain in his primordial spirit, he gave a bitter smile.
Compared to the price Tang Tianbao had paid with his life back then, these aftereffects were hardly worth mentioning. His primordial spirit's foundation remained unharmed, and he would recover after resting for a while.
He simply had to avoid using divine sense secret arts as much as possible in the near future.
After resting for one breath, Liu Yu's expression gradually returned to normal. His figure flashed as he began cleaning up the battlefield.
Word of the spirit treasure absolutely could not leak out, or the Demon Race would take the matter extremely seriously.
They might even dispatch a Transformed Demon Cultivator specifically to investigate.
If the Zhang Household learned of it, they would also be certain to strike from the shadows. There was no doubt about that.
No cultivator could resist the temptation of a spirit treasure.
The hearts of cultivators held all the darkness of the world. Liu Yu never overestimated human nature.
Looking out, he saw an enormous trench where the gray