Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

“This thing is pretty solid.”

Zhou Xian held the blood crystal staff in his palm and examined it again and again. The dark blue crystal was emitting a strange halo between his fingers. There was not even a crack on the surface of the staff. He subconsciously stroked the hideous dark ancestor relief on the top of the staff, and his brows were furrowed into tight wrinkles.

This Darkin weapon is truly a tough nut to crack - the soul-level death rule is like a thorn in the flesh, and the elemental force that hits it only creates a few sparks. Not only is it unable to hurt its roots, but it seems to be feeding the Darkin trapped in the staff. Every attack makes the sinister aura become more listless but stubbornly dormant.

“Hehehe——” The piercing laughter was like a rusty knife scraping the eardrum, seeping out from the depths of the blood crystal staff. “Save some energy. Even those self-proclaimed gods can’t do anything to us. You, a mere ant-like mortal wizard, still want to kill gods?”

Although his voice was broken like a leaky bellows, each syllable was wrapped in poisonous arrogance, and the blood-red lines on the surface of the staff flickered with the words, as if silently mocking him.

Zhou Xian lowered his eyes and stared at the blood crystal staff with a cold glow, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the raised magic patterns on the staff. The whispers of the Darkborn in the crystal were still seeping out faintly, like a thin needle stuck behind the ear.

Through the experiment just now, with his current strength, he is simply unable to destroy these forbidden weapons that host ancient evil creatures. Although with his ability, he will not be eroded by the dark creatures inside, but the sound that hovers in his ears day and night always affects his mood.

But asking Zhou Xian to give up the blood crystal staff in his hand was like cutting out his heart. Darkin weapons have always been rare and rarely appear in the world for thousands of years. Now such an opportunity within reach is too rare.

His fingertips tapped heavily on the staff, and fine ripples appeared on the dark blue crystal, but a burning ambition burned in his eyes - if he could uncover the dark origin sealed in the staff and understand its secret technique of controlling souls and laws, perhaps he could really tear open the divine veil of the "immortality" of the ascenders and even come into contact with higher-level powers.

"I should make this Darkin shut up first. Are all Darkin so foul-mouthed?" Zhou Xian thought to himself, his eyes flickering. After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had caught a spark of inspiration. Then, he turned to look at Leblanc beside him, with a sly look in his eyes, and asked, "Do you have that filthy cesspool here?"

"Shit pit?!"

Leblanc's delicate eyebrows were raised high, and her bright red lips were slightly opened into a perfect O shape. Her pupils swept across the blood crystal staff in Zhou Xian's hand, which was shining with cold light, and then fell on the playfulness flashing in his eyes, and suddenly sneered. Her fingertips brushed the winding dark blue magic pattern behind her ears, and she seemed to imagine a certain scene. The gold powder at the end of her eyes glowed with a playful light under the candlelight: "I do know that there is an old manure pit in the Immortal Bastion, but are you sure you want to let this 'honorable' darkborn enjoy such courtesy?"

Before he finished his words, a few wisps of blood mist suddenly rose from the surface of the staff, as if it understood the conversation between the two and let out an angry scream.

"Despicable human! You dare to touch me!" The blood crystal staff trembled violently, the blood light surged, and the hideous face carved on the staff body twisted and deformed, as if trying to break free from the seal. The darkborn's roar made the air buzz, mixed with strands of soul fluctuations, but it could not hide the panic in his voice.

"This dirty idea of ​​yours is a blasphemy against the existence of God!" Zhou Xian's hand holding the staff did not move at all, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. He let the Darkin's curse explode in his ears, and deliberately tapped the staff with his fingertips, causing more intense tremors and roars to come from it.

Zhou Xian thrust his staff hard against his waist. The sound of metal collision mixed with a sneer made the air tremble. "Want to taste the taste of thousand-year-old manure? Keep making noise. I don't mind letting you soak in that filthy pool until your spirit stinks."

He deliberately put the staff close to his nose and sniffed it, his eyes full of mockery, "I heard that the Ascendants value 'purity' the most. If their souls are soaked in filth... Tsk tsk, this scene is interesting just to think about." The black mist on the surface of the staff instantly surged into a hideous face, but when Zhou Xian turned and walked towards the manure pit, it suddenly became thinner - a few shaking tremors could be heard faintly in the suppressed roar of the Darkin.

Zhou Xian's words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing the most vulnerable part of the Darkin accurately. The blood mist surged violently on the surface of the staff, but it condensed into frost when it touched the word "cesspool".

These ancient beings who called themselves "gods" always regarded the purity of the soul as a symbol of divinity. How could they endure being accompanied by rotten filth for eternity? With the last unwilling groan, the restlessness in the staff receded like a tide, leaving only fine cracks on the surface of the dark blue crystal, as if the dignity of the proud gods collapsed inch by inch at this moment.

Zhou Xian raised his eyebrows and glanced at the quiet staff. His fingertips brushed across the cold shaft of the staff, and a smile of success appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Zhou, your method really opened my eyes."

Leblanc smiled, but there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes, and at the same time a bit of curiosity, wondering what weird methods Zhou Xian would come up with to deal with the enemy.

Zhou Xian shrugged, spread his hands and said, "All is fair in war. As long as we can win, it doesn't matter what means we use."

"That's right."

LeBlanc nodded, agreeing with Zhou Xian's answer. She also wondered in her heart whether she should use this method to tame Darkin weapons if she encountered them again in the future. She heard that there were clues about Darkin weapons in Ionia, so it seemed that she had to send some people to Ionia.

Leblanc's thoughts were still surging, and suddenly she heard a faint buzzing in the space. When she looked up, she saw a flash of light on Zhou Xian's fingertips, and dazzling magic runes flew up like a flock of butterflies. The ancient books displayed in the entire treasure house suddenly moved without wind, and the parchment scrolls and hardcover books wrapped in the scent of old ink turned into streams of light and sank into the space ring between his fingers. His movements were smooth and flowing, completely unlike the cunning look when he threatened the Darkin just now, but it seemed that he was used to doing such "stealing" activities.

"The deal is done. It's time for me to leave. If Mordekaiser returns, you can crush this jade talisman. I will come to help you then."

Leblanc subconsciously raised her hand to catch the jade talisman. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Zhou Xian striding towards the exit of the treasury. His dark robe fluttered in the dim light, and every step he took was steady and powerful, with an air of dominance that looked down upon the world.

Zhou Xian didn't even look back. His tall back was full of unrestrainedness and arrogance, as if the treasures in this treasure house were nothing but mundane things that were not worth mentioning in his eyes, and it was natural for him to take them away. As his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the treasure house, only Leblanc was left, holding the jade talisman in her hand, with a complicated look in her eyes, who knew whether it was surprise, vigilance, or some other emotion.

(End of this chapter)