The Grotto-Heaven.
Wu Light suffused the air, and earthly qi sank downward. A magnificent, imposing hall stood here, brownish yellow throughout, in accord with Wu Earth. The words [Bright Mountain] shone brilliantly on its plaque.
Xu Xuan emerged through the azure wood doors of the hall, now holding two dark brown fragments of stone and two ceaselessly roiling masses of blue-green qi.
[Long Rampart Relic Stone] and [Heaven-Rising Treasure Qi].
The former was a material the Imperial Clan of antiquity had used to build cities, while the latter powered spirit vessels and treasure ships. He had taken both from the great hall behind him.
"Enough for another two strands of crisscrossing power."
He silently calculated. At this rate, he should be able to gather all the spirit treasures he needed. Though the Clear Source Temple's spells were powerful and easy to cultivate, they devoured spirit treasures in enormous quantities.
Cultivating the original [Thunder Marsh Saint-Transmuting Body] required only Purple Mansion lightning and Shock Thunder spirit treasures, four or five portions altogether. Its primary focus was comprehending life and nature; its demands on cultivation attainment far exceeded those on spirit treasures.
He had seen no remnants of the Clear Source Temple along the way. It seemed this lineage truly had extricated itself from the calamity long ago.
Violent tremors seemed to come from afar. Xu Xuan looked into the distance and saw a vast expanse of multicolored Poison Light surging into the sky. Beneath it, densely packed venomous insects of every color wheeled and shrieked madly, their swarms almost blotting out half the heavens.
Yin flame, Cold Metal, and Ashen Wood qi rose into the sky in succession, like three long rainbows suspended among the clouds. The sounds of ancient people offering prayers and sacrifices carried from afar.
The sight was