Immortals of the End Times

"The second Yin Bead is finally complete."

Over the past six months, he took advantage of repairing the formation to secretly withhold spiritual materials, investing resources such as Yin Soul Wood into the cultivation spring, which ultimately led to the gestation of Yin Marrow.

Now the second Yin Bead is complete.

Once used, it will unlock the third Yin Pearl and decipher the new Earthly Fiend Technique.

"What a pity, Peak Master."

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly.

Half a year ago, news of Hua Qingshuang's breakthrough to the Perfection of the Concentration Realm spread throughout the Wang family.

However, before he could even pay his respects, the peak master was sent to the secret realm of Tyrant Dragon Peak, supposedly to prepare for his breakthrough to the Golden Core stage.

Through the perception of the illusory image of Xiang Yu's head and the Dream-Guiding Insect, he knew that the Peak Master might have been sent to the sealed place of the real Xiang Yu's head.

But he dared not act rashly.

Three months ago, when he tried to contact Hua Qingshuang using the Dream-Guarding Insect, the restrictions within the secret place stirred, almost exposing the existence of the Gu Insect.

If he hadn't cut off contact in time, even Hua Qingshuang might have been implicated.

"The Wang family holds too many secrets, especially their extraordinary level of attention to the head of King Xiang. It is not advisable to investigate this matter rashly."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly.

The task assigned by the Qilin Sword Sect—to investigate the weaknesses of the Xiang King's head formation—has yet to be completed.

Given his current status, he has no right to approach that forbidden area.

"unless."

With a flick of his sleeve, an ancient array token appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Unless there is a major flaw in the protective array of Balong Mountain, requiring me to personally repair it."

Despite his repeated delays throughout the year, the Nine Dragons Locking Spirit Array of Minglong Mountain was finally repaired.

The spiritual materials he embezzled during that time were enough to make ordinary cultivators envious.

Six ancient spirit stones were intercepted and all were put into the Pot Heaven space.

Now, with the accumulation of numerous resources and the breakthrough of the Pot Heaven Technique to the point of "proficiency," the Pot Heaven space has expanded to a radius of 160 zhang.

With his mastery of the Pot Heaven Technique, he was able to create a second space.

However, the new space lacks the nourishment of spiritual veins, merely possessing its form but unable to serve its purpose.

"Although it cannot be cultivated, it may serve as a place to trap the enemy at crucial moments."

With a slight thought, he made a hand seal, and a wisp of gray mist appeared in his palm.

This is the prototype of the newly opened Pot Heaven space.

If this technique is used in combat, it can temporarily trap the enemy in a spiritless environment, weakening their combat power.

Just as he was pondering this, Wang Shouyue's aged yet powerful voice came from outside the cave.

Is Guest Master Zhao here?

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his sleeve, he removed the restriction, rising to greet him: "Elder Wang, please come in."

Wang Shouyue's gray hair and beard fluttered in the mountain wind, and the dark blue robe with its nine dragon patterns floated in the shadows.

He stepped into the cave, stroked his beard, and chuckled, "I've come to bother you again, Guest Elder Zhao. I've been trying to comprehend the third transformation of the 'Nine Palaces Spirit Locking Array' lately, but I still can't grasp the essence..."

Zhao Wuji smiled and led him to a seat.

Although Wang Shouyue was proficient in formations, his talent in formations was really not high.

However, he was also very keen on delving into this field, and had come to him for advice many times over the past year.

Zhao Wuji also intended to befriend this elder of the Wang family, hoping that he could play a helpful role in the future, so he always gave him humble guidance.

At this moment, he traced a pattern in the air with his finger, and spiritual energy transformed into flowing array patterns: "Elder, please look, the array's core here needs to be guided by the 'Dui' position, and then supplemented with..."

He spoke eloquently, and Wang Shouyue would sometimes clap his hands in amazement, and sometimes concentrate on taking notes.

After the explanation was finished, the old man sighed and said, "Over the past year, every time I sought your guidance, Fellow Daoist Zhao has taught me everything he knows."

"My mastery of formations is thanks to you."

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, "If you hadn't made an exception and allowed me to participate in the assessment back then, would I have had this opportunity today?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shouyue laughed heartily, thinking to himself that Zhao Wuji was truly eloquent. Suddenly, he took out two jade boxes from his sleeve.

The moment the box lid was opened, a moon-like radiance flowed out, revealing two Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms with leaves as sharp as frost blades!

"Moonlight Lingzhi..."

Zhao Wuji's expression was moved.

“Fellow Daoist Zhao, you asked me to exchange a Moon Essence Lingzhi for you with your contribution points last time. One of these was exchanged using your contribution points.”

Wang Shouyue pushed the jade box in front of him, then pointed to another plant and said, "This one is my token of gratitude. I will always remember your kindness in guiding me on the formation."

"Mr. Wang, you're too kind. This is far too precious."

Zhao Wuji declined several times, but seeing Wang Shouyue's displeasure, he immediately accepted it solemnly, stood up and bowed deeply: "I will remember your generous gift, Elder Wang!"

"These are minor matters. Fellow Daoist Zhao, once you consume these two Moon Essence Lingzhi mushrooms, you will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of the Spirit Condensation realm."

"Old Wang, I have another favor to ask of you."

"Oh? What is it?" Wang Shouyue asked in surprise.

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and said, "I have heard that Master Lin of Balong Mountain is an extraordinary array master who has received the true teachings of Grandmaster Huo Yu. I would like to find an opportunity to learn a thing or two from him."

"So it's Master Lin..."

Wang Shouyue pondered for a moment, then frowned slightly: "This man is arrogant and has never been easy to talk to. I have rarely had any dealings with him in the past. I wonder if he will be willing to give me face."

He paused, then smiled and said, "However, since Fellow Daoist Zhao has spoken, I will do my best to mediate."

"In that case, thank you very much, Elder Wang!" Zhao Wuji bowed respectfully, his expression sincere, but he had other plans in mind.

The best way to disrupt the formation of Balong Mountain is to target this formation master!
After Wang Shouyue left, Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on the jade box beside him, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Two Moonlit Lingzhi mushrooms... are enough for me to break through to the peak of the Spirit Condensation stage! After that, I can try to condense a Lesser Golden Core again!"

He immediately sealed off the cave and cast spells to set up multiple layers of restrictions.

As soon as a Moonlit Lingzhi entered the stomach, a cold current poured down like a silver river, and the spiritual energy in the meridians instantly boiled.

The ingestion technique was activated frantically, and the Dao patterns on the surface of the nascent core began to writhe like living things...

As the refining process continued, an unknown amount of time passed.

"boom!"

The nascent core trembled suddenly, swelling to the size of a fist, and golden Dao traces resembling ice cracks appeared on its surface.

The four core divine senses within the sea of ​​consciousness hummed in unison, and the burst of divine consciousness swept out like an invisible hurricane.

"Crack!"

The cave's protective barrier was breached, revealing a tiny crack, and a powerful aura of spiritual energy dissipated.

In a nearby guest elder's cave, a purple-robed cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, the bells at his waist jingling: "This aura... Fellow Daoist Zhao has actually broken through to the late stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm?"

In the adjacent Deacon Hall, a Wang family deacon was also alarmed: "The spiritual pressure is so solid, this Guest Elder Zhao's foundation is extremely solid!"

"My lord! I have broken through to the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm."

Inside the cave not far away, Lan Canghai opened his eyes and then slowly closed them again.

Inside the Sword Rain Tower, Zhao Wuji suddenly withdrew his aura, and the cracks in the barrier quietly closed.

His divine sense expanded like a tide, quickly breaking through the previous limit of 150 miles and continuing to spread outward.

Gradually, the scenery within a 300-mile radius came into full view.

Within a radius of three hundred miles, the streets, palaces, and even the winding dragon veins underground of Xuanming Capital were all clearly visible.

Inside a grand hall, the array plate of the Spirit Monitoring Hall suddenly lit up faintly. The cultivator on duty frowned and recorded: "The fluctuations of the fourth-level spiritual vein of Minglong Mountain are abnormal. It is suspected that a guest elder has broken through a minor realm."

Zhao Wuji withdrew his divine sense, a golden pattern flashed on his neck, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu's head appeared, completely suppressing the remaining spiritual power. His long hair danced and fell.

"His divine sense can extend three hundred miles; this should be comparable to the strength of a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage."

Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed with excitement, barely concealing his elation.

Although he had never truly entered the Golden Core realm, nor had he ever fought against a Golden Core cultivator, he always kept in mind the power of the Golden Core as described by Daoist Xinghe.

Now that he has just entered the perfect stage of Concentrating the Spirit, his spiritual power is already comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator!
Of course, the coverage of divine sense is only one aspect; the true killing power of divine sense is another matter entirely.

"After using the Yin Pearl to steal lifespan and cleanse the marrow, thus solidifying the foundation, one can then attempt to condense a Lesser Golden Core."

With a flick of his sleeve, the space within the pot slowly unfolded.

His gaze was like lightning, fixed on the newly formed Yin marrow beside the Yin Sha Spring in the northeast corner, his deep eyes filled with countless thoughts.

If the Wang family were to use the Perfected Yin Pearl to forcibly condense a Lesser Golden Core, it would surely alarm those old monsters in the Spirit Monitoring Hall.

"It seems I need to go out and seek opportunities."

"That depleted second-level spiritual vein in Haishan Cave Heaven is an excellent place. It can both conceal our activities and allow us to conveniently take over the spiritual vein."

"If this drags on any longer, not only will the Penglai Sword Pavilion be unable to hold back, but the Wang family might also be tempted to seize the spiritual vein under the name of this guest elder of the clan!"

"Wow!"

The jade talisman for communication between the guest elders at his waist suddenly trembled, and a message came from Wang Shouyue: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, Master Lin, the array master of Balong Mountain, has promised to meet you in a month."

"One month after one month is enough."

Zhao Wuji rubbed the token in his hand, his mind racing.

We must leave the mountain quickly and return promptly.

Now that my spiritual sense has greatly increased, I should have an 80% chance of controlling Master Lin by force using soul techniques.

At that time, under the guise of repairing the Balong Mountain formation, the plan to approach Xiang Yu's head will be successfully completed.

Zhao Wuji flipped his hand to put away the jade talisman. As his hand seals changed, his aura gradually subsided, and his cultivation level steadily remained at the late stage of the Condensation Realm.

After a moment's thought, he sent a message to the administrative office, requesting permission to go out and collect the "Mysterious Yin Cold Iron" and "Dragon Pattern Blood Sand" needed to refine the array plate.

Although these two spiritual materials are not uncommon, their quality differs greatly, and ordinary clansmen may not be able to distinguish between them.

However, less than half a day after the application was submitted, a familiar spiritual pressure fluctuation came from outside the cave.

As his python robe fluttered, Wang Zheng stood outside the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his right pupil gleaming with a strange crimson-gold light, and he smiled faintly as he transmitted his voice closer.

"Guest Zhao, I heard you're going out to collect spiritual materials yourself?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual power within the building and couldn't help but show surprise: "You've actually broken through to the late stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm? It seems that the person who Minglong Mountain was reported to have broken through today by the Spirit Monitoring Hall is you."

"The royal envoy?"

Zhao Wuji feigned surprise, then remembered that Wang Zheng held an important position in the affairs hall. He straightened his clothes and came out to greet him, cupping his hands and smiling, "I was fortunate enough to break through with the Moon Essence Spirit Mushroom I exchanged. As for collecting spiritual materials, there is indeed a need."

Having said that, he stepped aside to invite her.

Wang Zheng strode into the building with a powerful stride, and after taking a seat, he said calmly:
"Such trivial matters can be handled by instructing the clansmen. You are now a guest retainer of the Wang family; why bother to make the trip yourself?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Brother Wang, you may not know this, but the purity of the Yin Qi contained in the Xuan Yin Cold Iron needs to be examined with divine sense, and the trend of the blood patterns in the Dragon Pattern Blood Sand needs to be observed. If the quality is slightly inferior, the power of the array plate will be greatly reduced."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng's lips curled into a cold smile: "Oh? Does my Wang family's purchasing steward not even have this much discernment?"

Suddenly, the dragon pattern on his python robe surged with spiritual energy, faintly exuding a powerful aura. "Or is it that... Elder Zhao has been in close contact with the royal elders in recent years, and has other plans?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't forget who promoted you to be the Master of Linlang Cave, and who notified you to run for the position of Guest Elder."

The atmosphere suddenly froze. Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and he realized that Wang Zheng's visit was not simply out of concern, but rather because he suspected that Zhao Wuji had become too close to Wang Shouyue and had chosen the wrong side, and that Wang Zheng had come to warn him.

“Brother Wang, you are overthinking this.” He said calmly, “I, Zhao, am only striving for perfection in the formation, and have no ulterior motives.”

"Is that so?" Wang Zheng sneered, his right pupil flashing crimson light. "Then let me see just how much 'loyalty' you really have!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a hand seal, and a blood-red rune burst forth from his palm, shooting straight at Zhao Wuji's heart!

It is the Bloodline Curse!

Zhao Wuji was taken aback at first, then pretended to be caught off guard, grunted and took half a step back.

Blood marks quickly appeared on his body, his face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, trembling as he asked, "Brother Wang... what is the meaning of this?"

Seeing his reaction, Wang Zheng withdrew his hand with satisfaction, but his tone remained icy: "Remember, who gave you your current position? If I find out again that you are secretly colluding with Elder Shouyue..."

He flicked his sleeve, his voice sharp as a knife, "Next time it won't be as simple as a warning! I can give you your current position, and I can take it away at any time. Don't think that just because you've broken through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm, you're all grown up and can get rid of me!"

"Control?" Zhao Wuji slowly raised his head at this moment, his eyes like icy blades piercing Wang Zheng, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Do you really think you can control me?"

"Ok?"

Wang Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, his face contorted with rage, and a flash of blood-red light appeared between his fingers as he prepared to activate his bloodline spell.

But then Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal with his five fingers hidden in his sleeve, and the gray mist of the Pot Heaven Technique silently condensed.

In an instant, the space of the pot-shaped sky opened its mouth like a giant beast, swallowing Wang Zheng whole!
"How dare you!"

Wang Zheng felt the world spinning around him, and the surrounding space twisting and contorting. The scene before him shattered like a mirage, his senses vanished, and his body felt as if it were falling into an abyss.

"What kind of magic is this?"

His right pupil blazed with a crimson-gold light, and with a sharp shout, he was about to use his double pupil technique to instantly see through the weak points of the Pot Heaven space.

As the python robe billowed, his concentrated and perfected spiritual power suddenly erupted, and the surrounding gray mist cracked like a mirror.

Zhao Wuji's newly built Pot Heaven Space was not nurtured and was not stable, so it could not withstand the powerful spiritual energy impact of a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

However, he had anticipated that the Pot Heaven Space was merely used to weaken Wang Zheng's five senses and combat power.

"Crack!"

The instant the space shattered, a jet-black sword light pierced through the crack!
The Nirvana Sword Intent poured down like a celestial river, and Wang Zheng's right pupil instantly reflected the trajectory of the sword light, letting out a cold laugh.

"Little tricks!"

He suddenly swept his sleeve horizontally, and a short halberd flew out instantly. The moment it collided with the sword light, a deafening metallic clang erupted.

However, the sword light suddenly split, instantly transforming into two hundred and forty-three beams, like streaks of pitch-black sword rain carrying astonishing sword intent as they attacked.

"Sword light differentiation?!"

Wang Zheng was horrified; his right pupil, now doubled, quickly reflected all the sword light.

But these numerous sword lights were too fast, so fast that even if he could catch the traces, his magical halberd still couldn't completely intercept them.

He roared, and the spiritual patterns on his python robe suddenly lit up. Just as his protective spiritual shield was about to rise, he suddenly felt his energy stagnate.

"Puff puff!"

As the rain of swords struck, the protective aura shattered like glass!

A strong and eerie sword intent surged into his heart.

At first, the sword intent was like a banished immortal ascending to heaven, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles, exhilarating and unrestrained, making one's mind sway, as if standing on the clouds, looking down on the insignificance of all living beings.

Wang Zheng's right pupil reflected the sword light, and Shang Huan used his double pupil to see through the illusion and remain clear-headed.

But the next moment.
The sword intent suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse!

Darkness surged like a tide, instantly engulfing heaven and earth.

High above, a pair of cold, enormous eyes descended, meeting Wang Zheng's double pupils.
"Crack!"

The double pupils split open instantly!
Despair was like an abyss, instantly engulfing one's consciousness.

"What's this."

In a daze, he saw Xiang Yu's halberd broken and sunken in the sand, roaring in resentment.

He saw that all his life's desires had vanished like bubbles.

Struggling is futile, even death is a luxury, only eternal damnation remains.
"No...impossible!" Wang Zheng's mind was shaken, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

"call!!"

Zhao Wuji's figure had already entered the Pot Heaven space like a ghost, and he was right next to him.

With his left hand, he used the Tongyou Technique, creating afterimages as three Blood Gu Insect Kings flew out and burrowed into his meridians along the sword wound.

Immediately afterwards, eighteen golden needles wrapped in talisman water in his right hand pierced into Wang Zheng's major acupoints like shooting stars!

"what!!"

Wang Zheng's face was contorted, and his vengeful spirit was bound by chains of talismanic water.

His right pupil flashed crimson light wildly, and the true blood of Xiang Yu within his body revived, fiercely resisting.

However, at that moment, Zhao Wuji's eyes also revealed terrifying double pupils, those pupils like abyssal vortexes, captivating the soul.

"You! How can you have double pupils like those of my clan?"

Wang Zheng was utterly horrified and his mind went completely blank. He was shocked to discover that another illusory yet incredibly familiar face had appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

That face, with its wildly dancing black hair, double pupils like blood moons, and wide-open, domineering aura condensing into a tangible crimson smoke.

"Xiang Yu!?"

Wang Zheng was terrified, his liver and gallbladder felt like they were about to burst, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Your clan has double pupils?"

Zhao Wuji sneered, and taking advantage of the moment when the other man was off guard, he suddenly tightened his grip on the Netherworld Technique.

"Do you think that the position of Lord of Linlang Cave was obtained through your support?"

"You think that the Wang family's status as a guest retainer is due to your introduction?"

"What you think and imagine is just a small part of my game."

You are nothing but a pawn in my game!

"Yet you still dare to try and control me!?"

Every word was like a dagger to the heart, a blow from a heavy hammer!

Wang Zheng's resistance grew weaker and weaker.

The illusory image of the Overlord's Halberd in Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly flew out and crashed down!

"Keng!"

Amidst the explosive clash of divine consciousness, Wang Zheng's mind completely collapsed.

The ghostly spirit trembled violently, firmly bound by countless soul-locking chains composed of spirit-communication techniques and talismanic water spells.

Once everything had calmed down, Wang Zheng was kneeling on one knee, his eyes glazed over.

His right double pupil slowly rose, meeting the equally enigmatic double pupils of Zhao Wuji, who stood with his hands behind his back, and he respectfully said:
"Lord!"

"Now."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Who is controlling whom?"

As he spoke, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he stared at Wang Zheng's controlled spirit.
In the past, controlling the spirits of others always involved a struggle.

But Wang Zheng suddenly gave up resisting, as if his heart had died.

Only after probing with divine sense did I understand:
It turned out that they were intimidated by the phantom of Xiang Yu, which caused them to become obsessed and mistakenly believe that Xiang Yu had been reincarnated to take revenge on the royal family.

"Is he feeling guilty after doing something wrong?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, then chuckled, "Very well."

After all, Wang Zheng was a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

If he continues to resist, it will inevitably take up most of his attention.

Now this kind of obedience
He can even control another cultivator below the peak of the Concentration Realm!
Zhao Wuji looked around and saw that the space in the pot was fragmented and on the verge of collapse, so he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

This second space was newly built and has not yet been nurtured. It is only about ten feet in diameter and cannot contain a true powerhouse.

Let alone a cultivator at the peak of the Condensation Realm, even a cultivator at the late stage of the Condensation Realm could easily blast it apart.

The power of a space within a radius of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) collapsing would at most cause minor injuries to the opponent, far from being fatal.

"Right now, this second space can only serve as a supplementary means to conceal the fluctuations of battle..."

With a flick of his sleeve, he left the space with his newly acquired servant, Wang Zheng, and then ordered him to hand over most of his wealth.

Eight ancient spirit stones, one thousand source crystals, a Moon Essence Spirit Mushroom, plus a bottle of level four spirit vein essence...

"As expected of the direct descendants of the Wang family, they are indeed rolling in wealth."

Zhao Wuji weighed the storage bag in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, and then gave a cold order:

"I need to go out and collect materials for array formations. Go to the affairs office and arrange for me to leave!"

Wang Zheng knelt on one knee and respectfully responded:
"Yes! I will obey Your Majesty's command!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed as he looked towards the direction of Balong Mountain in the east: "As a direct descendant of the Wang family, you should be able to freely enter and leave Balong Mountain."

Draw me a detailed topographical map, especially showing the location of the forbidden area. Ideally, I'd also like a detailed diagram of the formation that sealed Xiang Yu's head.

"My subordinate understands!"

"In addition, investigate Hua Qingshuang's current situation and the intentions of your Wang family patriarch, Wang Wujiang."

After giving his instructions, Zhao Wuji waved for Wang Zheng to leave.

Indeed, many Wang family secrets were discovered from Wang Zheng's ghostly memories.

For example, the mass graves on the border of the Xuanming Dynasty that delayed the depletion of spiritual veins, and the so-called "Six Dragons Paying Homage to the King" plan to control the two kingdoms of Tiannan.
However, details concerning core secrets, such as the specific arrangement of the formation where Xiang Yu's head was located, remain a blank.

Even if it weren't for the intimidating phantom of Xiang Yu's head, no matter how high his mastery of the Soul Dao was, he would have had difficulty breaking through the protection of Xiang Yu's true blood, let alone controlling the direct descendants of the royal family.

"The mass grave and the Six Dragons Rising to the King plan can at least be explained to the Qilin Sword Sect."

Zhao Wuji secretly calculated: "Although the mission is not yet complete, this intelligence is enough to handle the situation."

After watching Wang Zheng leave, he immediately threw all eight ancient spirit stones and source crystals into the first pot-shaped space to expand the heaven and earth.

He then sent a message to Mo Wenjian of the Qilin Sword Sect regarding the Wang family mass grave and the plans for the Six Dragons to Court the King.

Within half a day, the Affairs Department approved the application to go out for procurement.

Wang Zheng personally delivered the pass token. On the surface, the servant's attitude was as usual, as domineering and arrogant as ever.

After obtaining the token, Zhao Wuji changed out of his guest elder robes and left the Wang family under the cover of night.

Flying a hundred miles away from Minglong Mountain, it suddenly changed direction and disappeared into the vast forest.

With a series of hand gestures, the invisibility technique was used, and the figure gradually disappeared, leaving no trace of his presence.

He only revealed his true form when he reached the border of Yizhou in the East Sea.

He flipped his hand and took out a magical mask, put it on, and then draped a black cloak over his shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into the appearance of the Tiannan Patriarch.

"This time, I will use the identity of the Ancestor of Tiannan to condense a Lesser Golden Core in the Sea Mountain Grotto-Heaven and extract the spiritual veins."

(End of this chapter)