Mysterious Pearl

He stood atop the peak, shaking his head with a sigh.

Sure enough, one could not take all the benefits for oneself.

He had cultivated the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record only to the first form, yet the result was that he could hold only two spiritual treasures.

Spiritual treasures...

Standing at the summit, he looked inward and focused on the Ancient Sword.

The Ancient Sword had already shrunk to the size of a matchstick, floating at yongquan, golden light flowing around it.

A thought suddenly arose in Chu Zhiyuan's mind: Were all spiritual treasures golden?

Heavenly Illusion Pavilion was golden, and so was this Ancient Sword. Could gold be the common color of spiritual treasures?

It gleamed with golden radiance, yet lacked any vulgarity. Instead, it carried an indescribable majesty and solemnity.

His thoughts merged with the Ancient Sword, and he vaguely sensed its hunger and thirst.

Then realization dawned on him.

This Ancient Sword had always been in a critical state, as though it had suffered grievous damage and was recovering on its own.

It constantly absorbed the power of the earth, every moment without pause, yet its recovery remained exceedingly slow.

Clearly, the injuries it had suffered required boundless power, perhaps even power of a higher level, to heal.

He shook his head helplessly.

Did that mean it could not be used?

Then another thought struck him. If one spoke of the purest and highest-grade power in this world, it was likely the power of the Spiritual Abyss.

With a flash, he suddenly vanished.

The next moment, he appeared at the first peak of the Spiritual Abyss.

Standing beside that statue, he assumed the first form of the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.

Surging power poured from the mountain and drilled into his feet.

Golden light blazed