The black-robed man swept his gaze around, lingering briefly on the fallen trees and the jumble of footprints on the ground before the motionless phantom turtle shell caught his attention.
He formed a hand seal. Several Bone Rings embedded in the bone fork on his back jingled, and with a shrug of his shoulder, a white streak swept out from behind him and slammed into the phantom turtle shell.
Boom!
The white streak resolved into the bone fork as it flew backward. Three pale-black inscription patterns appeared on its surface, while wisps of gray flame curled around it.
The phantom turtle shell shone with black light. Layer upon layer of phantom spirit inscription patterns emerged across its surface, each more complex and intricate than the last. But once all the spirit inscriptions swept away and vanished, the phantom turtle shell returned to its original state.
"A Talisman Treasure!"
The black-robed man's expression changed drastically. With a wave, he recalled the bone fork to his back, then sprang into the air and landed on the slender Bone Boat. Turning it around, he fled back the way he had come.
Meanwhile, aboard the white Single-Wooden Boat.
As Wang Yu piloted the flying boat, he emptied the contents of his Two Storage Bags and examined them one by one.
Clearly, compared with that cold-eyed young man, the fat and thin Black Soul Sect disciples were downright paupers.
Apart from a dozen or so middle-grade spirit stones, the two Storage Bags held nothing but battered bottles and jars, most of which contained worthless things such as bone powder and ointments.
As for magical artifacts, he found only an unranked Yin Soul Banner and several crude Bone Blades. There was nothing else.
The bone bow, however, was a Ranked Magical Artifact with seven inscription