"Crack!"
Jin Lie swiftly opened an ancient-looking box inscribed with all manner of runes. The instant it opened, wisps of mist rose from it, followed by a lump of yellow mud that flew out toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan frowned slightly. This thing gave him a very bad feeling. Even the spectators felt their hair stand on end and hurriedly retreated out of its path.
"To think it was that lump of yellow mud! A great power of the Sun Divine Vine Hall bestowed it on Jin Lie. That shows how much they valued him!" someone exclaimed, recognizing it.
According to legend, a Cult Master had once ventured deep into the Uninhabited Zone and accidentally stepped on a lump of yellow mud, only to dissolve straight into pus and blood. It was utterly sinister and terrifying.
Later, an ancestor of the Sun God Divine Vine lineage had rushed there. Although he failed to find that lump of yellow mud, he discovered some moist soil at the site, collected it, and refined it.
Testing had confirmed that it possessed the properties of that yellow mud, bearing an aura capable of destroying all things. It was an extraordinary weapon of slaughter.
At the very least, anyone below True God would die upon touching it. No one could withstand it-it was practically an assured kill!
Yet Lin Fan remained standing calmly. He brought out a bone pagoda with only two stories, white as jade, from which the two energies of yin and yang cascaded down. It was profoundly mysterious.
These were the two remaining stories of Little Pagoda. After the Yin-Yang Daoist died, they had become ownerless and been swept away by the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. Now they had fallen into his hands.
"Collect!"
Lin Fan shouted, controlling the supreme magical