The pillar stood like a painted halberd thrust into the heavens, its light stirring the drifting mists and rosy clouds, illuminating everything with crystalline clarity-
Ding Wei's lips moved slightly, and his expression grew solemn.
The young cultivator turned sideways, his gaze fixed fast on the stone pillar. He seemed about to speak, but the words reached his lips and abruptly stopped.
The cultivation method for the Yin-Eroding Red Water had remained in the Five Clouds Wilds for nearly sixty years, yet not a single living being had managed to claim it. The immense dangers involved needed no explanation.
And that was without even speaking of ultimate success.
Even counting carefully, those who had approached within fifty zhang of the stone pillar would never have numbered more than ten.
Every one of them had been an extraordinarily gifted talent of the Netherworld Ghost Dao, an outstanding figure seldom seen in a hundred years!
Thinking highly of themselves, driven by a determination not to fall behind others, they had eagerly come to the stone pillar to study the scripture, full of hope, believing they could master this true water of heaven and earth and claim this fortune for themselves.
Yet every one of those cultivators had ended up slain by Sword Qi, their souls extinguished, dying wretched deaths and leaving behind nothing but a name for the outside world to sigh over.
At the sight of the stone pillar now erupting with thunderous sound,
Ding Wei was both stunned and filled with indescribable feeling. An inexplicable regret for such talent arose within him.
He was the second son of Ding Xian, Lord of the Five Clouds Wilds.
And Ding Xian naturally shared some friendship with True Lord Qiao of the Zhongyi Sword Sect.
Otherwise, after True Lord Qiao had slain the