Hearing Gong Yue say this, the old monk and Yuantong grew frantic and instinctively glanced at each other.
"Young man, you are still young, with countless possibilities ahead of you.
Unlike me, whose lifespan is nearly spent. Without that Longevity Pill, death is my only road.
Could you take pity on this old monk and let me have this request?" the old monk pleaded with Yuantong.
"This Buddha Body Sarira would let me lay the groundwork for Core Formation as soon as I reach Foundation Establishment. How could I possibly yield it to you? Unless you have another opportunity for Core Formation to offer me?" Yuantong looked at the old monk before him, fell silent for a moment, then answered coldly.
The sight of his arm being torn off and his senior brother Yuanming being killed by the other man's third-tier magical artifact was still fresh in his memory. How could he possibly show this old monk a pleasant face?
"An opportunity for Core Formation! I have none, but if you agree, I can give you this third-tier magical artifact." At those words, the old monk turned the matter over several times in his mind, then gritted his teeth and drew a silver short ruler from his sleeve, threads of lightning flickering across it.
It was none other than the Thunderbolt Ruler that had gravely injured Zhu Wuyan with a single strike!
"A third-tier magical artifact."
Wang Yu stared at the silver short ruler, his eyes widening once more.
This third-tier magical artifact was not impossible to look at directly like the Moon-Refining Mirror, but the inscriptions engraved on the silver ruler were densely packed, layered upon layer. He could not make out how many there were at a glance.
"A third-tier magical artifact may be a fine treasure, but