In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

Ye Fan was also unsure of himself, but he felt he should buy it: "I just feel a strange feeling about this thing."

Lu Yao examined the two stones carefully. At first glance, they seemed ordinary, but the more he looked at them, the more ordinary they seemed.

This is just an ordinary stone, right?

Lu Yao's questioning gaze made Ye Fan shrink back: "Maybe we should just forget about it and not waste this money."

Money is naturally the source, and Ye Fan hadn't changed his mind for a while, so he habitually called it money.

"Buy it. It's not like it's the Stone King from the Stone Workshop. It won't cost many Origin Points." Lü Yao decided to trust Ye Fan. What if he really got something good from it? This was the kind of man who could get fragments of the Immortal Ascension Cauldron just by randomly finding a mountain.

So he approached the manager of the stone workshop and bought two stones.

But to his surprise, it cost him a full 20,000 jin of raw materials.

Ye Fan trembled as he looked at the huge pile of resources. This could buy his life, and he regretted speaking rashly.

"Tch, you cut it yourself. The one on the left yields something that's mine, and the one on the right yields something that's yours."

Lü Yao urged Ye Fan to get started quickly.

Some cultivators saw someone cutting stone here and slowly gathered around.

An old man recognized the two stones: "Aren't these two pieces of waste stone that the Hundred Flowers Sect transported from the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness? These two young men are probably going to suffer a great loss."

"Are these two stones scrap?" a nearby cultivator asked curiously.

"About thirty years ago, a powerful figure from the Hundred Flowers Sect, nearing the end of his life, entered the forbidden area of ​​the Northern Region, the Primordial Ancient Mine, in search of the legendary Primordial Life Stone, hoping to extend his life by a hundred years." The old man shook his head, recounting a legend from decades ago:

"Unexpectedly, the Primordial Ancient Mine was full of dangers. He barely escaped with his life, but he got nothing. He dragged his broken body back to the Hundred Flowers Sect with two stones, and passed away a few days later."

"The Hundred Flowers Sect Master invited a Source Earth Master from a family of Source Arts to take a look, but he could only conclude that these two stones were worthless. So these two stones were put here and sold at a high price."

Everyone suddenly realized why something that looked just like a rock on the mountain could cost tens of thousands of kilograms.

Ignoring what others said, Lü Yao watched as Ye Fan took out a small silver knife and slowly cut the stone on the right.

The stone skin fell off in a flurry, and two-thirds of it was quickly cut away, but nothing unusual happened.

"It really is just waste rock; there's nothing inside." The group openly discussed among themselves.

"It's out, but there's nothing unusual about it, so it doesn't seem to be a treasure."

Suddenly, as Ye Fan brought down his blade, a sharp object appeared in Lü Yao's eyes.

It resembled a slender, sharp spike, as long as a palm, and shimmered with gold, yet it emanated no Daoist aura and bore no runes or markings.

"It's too ordinary. Could it be something only a mortal could make?" Someone laughed when they saw the spikes. It cost 20,000 jin of source energy to cut out something that was only a mortal.

"It looks like a limb of some kind of animal," someone muttered.

"Lü Yao." Ye Fan's voice trembled, feeling as if he had really tricked Lü Yao.

Twenty thousand catties of source energy is enough for me to cultivate for a long time; it's not a small amount in anyone's hands.

He turned to look at Lü Yao, only to find the other man with a solemn expression, and directly took the golden dagger from him.

“This one is yours. Keep cutting. I want to see what’s inside this piece of stone on the left,” Lü Yao said.

Lu Yao remained calm and instructed Ye Fan to put away the golden daggers, urging him to continue cutting.

But a piece of information surfaced in my mind:

[Your "Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique" looked at the golden dagger with curiosity. It seemed to possess an aura even more distant than that of the Moral Celestial Venerable. Unfortunately, the relentless passage of time has taken away its divine power.]

Before the mythological era, wasn't that the chaotic ancient era and the immortal era?

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Awakening to Sentient Beings

Ye Fan swallowed hard, squatted down, and continued cutting another stone.

Many cultivators, finding the golden spikes uninteresting, left.

There wasn't even a sign of its birth; it must be an ordinary thing, not worth looking at.

"Hey."

As Ye Fan made his move, another piece of stone was quickly cut out. There were still no unusual phenomena; what appeared was a golden fragment with a rune engraved on it.

No, this looks like a piece of golden bone.

[Your "Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique" gazes at the bone fragment, pondering for a long time, confirming that it is the brow bone of some kind of creature. The runes on it contain some incomplete Dao, but in the long river of time, what can be immortal, and who can live forever? This object is so wondrous that only one in a hundred remains.]

"Old Lu, this is..." Ye Fan looked at the golden bone fragment in his palm, on the verge of tears.

This is no different from the gold in a gold shop on Earth. Just because there's an incomprehensible symbol doesn't mean I have to pay 10,000 jin of it, right? Can I get a refund?

To everyone's surprise, Lü Yao said calmly, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. Give it to me first."

Ye Fan was examining the thing, and the more he looked at it, the more ordinary it seemed. He felt bad for having tricked Lü Yao.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this sentence, a thought struck him: Could it be that Old Lu had figured out what this thing was?

"Alright, consider this a souvenir of your first stone cutting experience." He glanced at the few cultivators who hadn't left yet, said something in a cooperative manner, and handed it to Lü Yao.

Lu Yao took the bone fragment and put it into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, immediately realizing something was wrong.

Within the purple sea of ​​suffering, the bone fragment actually flew directly to the illusory figure of morality, trembled slightly, and then slowly flew into the illusory figure of morality's hand.

The illusion of morality does not actually exist; rather, it is more like a manifestation of the Great Dao, an external expression of the practice of the cycle of rebirth.

But now the runes on that golden bone fragment are no longer desolate; they slowly begin to glow, and golden mist spreads outward, making the illusory image of morality appear more real.

What the hell? Lü Yao kept a straight face. There were too many people here; he couldn't let anyone notice anything unusual about him.

He didn't know if the golden daggers that Ye Fan had put away had undergone such changes.

The golden spikes look like parts of some animal limbs, but they have probably lost their mystique over countless years.

Even so, it remains hard, and perhaps Ye Fan can use it as a weapon against his enemies.

The rune on the golden bone fragment still retained a trace of the Daoist charm from the chaotic ancient times or even the immortal ancient times, causing incomprehensible changes within his own sea of ​​consciousness.

However, this change was not resisted by the Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique; in fact, it actively merged with the Moral Illusion, so it probably wouldn't be a bad thing.

Lu Yao remained expressionless, pulling Ye Fan along as they continued to stroll through the stone workshop, occasionally watching the cultivators cut various things out of the stone.

"Old Lu, what were those two things just now?" Ye Fan asked quietly when there were few people around.

Lu Yao didn't move his mouth, but transmitted his thoughts: "It seems to have been left by some kind of creature from before the mythological era. I don't know what it's used for, but it's incredibly sturdy."

Before the Mythical Era? Ye Fan opened his mouth, looking puzzled. He hadn't even figured out the Ancient Era, and now there was this "before the Mythical Era".

"Keep it safe. The runes on the golden spikes have been worn away by the long years, but it is still incredibly hard. I suspect it is no less hard than a holy weapon. If used properly, it is a deadly weapon."

Lu Yao's voice boomed in Ye Fan's mind again, buzzing.

Could something that doesn't exhibit any unusual phenomena during stone cutting have such a terrifying origin?

Lü Yao didn't say that the origins of things that can survive for tens of millions of years or even longer are probably more astonishing than imagined.

He even suspected that these two objects were the remains of ferocious beasts at the level of true immortals. If they had been cut open in the mythological era, their power would surely have shaken the entire Big Dipper.

Unfortunately, time is merciless, and now there is not a trace of it.

Apart from the radiant glow and wisps of golden mist that filled the sea of ​​bitterness, the bone fragments inside had no other mystical properties. They were held in the hands of the illusory figure of morality, cradled in its heart, like an ornament.

Even a True Immortal's remnant body, having lost most of its Daoist runes and on the verge of disappearing from the world, is still capable of colliding with a Quasi-Emperor's weapon, and even withstanding a few attacks from an Emperor's weapon.

As the two walked across the large island, various strange phenomena appeared in the sky, and a strange fragrance or sound filled the air, indicating that someone had cut out something good. These sounds were accompanied by exclamations and comments from the cultivators.

The Stone Workshop of the Hundred Flowers Sect is not as good as the Northern Divine City. At least for so long, no one has managed to cut out anything like Immortal Gold, Divine Medicine Seeds, or Ancient Female Ancestor King.

The most amazing animal limbs and bone fragments were cut out by Ye Fan based on his sense of touch.

"Sure enough, the word 'gambling' drives people crazy." Ye Fan observed the expressions of the cultivators, which were no different from those of gamblers in a casino on Earth.

Cutting out divine objects brings instant wealth; cutting out scriptures leads to a smooth path to enlightenment.

"Only after learning the Source Techniques can we truly be confident in cutting out good items. After our trip to the Qinling Mountains, we'll head to the Northern Region."

Ye Fan nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the entire Hundred Flowers Stone Archway boiled over like a pot of hot water, and everyone flocked to the small island in the center.

"Fellow Daoist!" Lu Yao asked curiously, stopping a cultivator who was rushing over. "May I ask what you're all doing here?"

Seeing that the two young men had red lips and white teeth, which made them quite likable, the cultivator said, "I heard that Jue Youqing, the successor of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Desert, has appeared at the Hundred Flowers Stone Workshop, on the central island."

"Why would she come to the Qinling Mountains? Why didn't she go to Qincheng, but came to Baihua City instead?"

"I heard that an old monk buried himself deep in the Qinling Mountains before his death. Feeling compassion, I wanted to bring back the old monk's golden body. On my way through Baihua City, I heard that there was a piece of Flying Immortal Stone here, so I came to visit and wish to sit down and discuss the Dao with the Holy Maiden of Baihua."

A golden statue? Or a corpse?

Buddhism emphasizes reincarnation, so why are people burying their dead in the Qinling Mountains? Aren't the Qinling Mountains full of people who yearn to rise from the dead?

"Who is Jue Youqing?" Ye Fan asked curiously.

"Rumor has it that he is the current successor of the Great Thunderclap Temple, a powerful force in the Western Desert. He is born with Buddhist nature and is the strongest young genius in the Western Desert." Lu Yao glanced at this future Holy Body of the Burial Emperor Star. Ye Fan now could probably be killed by a single look from the Western Bodhisattva.

Of course, he can do it too.

"Old Lu, how does that compare to you?" Ye Fan's words made Lu Yao jump up in frustration.

“It takes you one glance to glare at me, but I need three,” Lu Yao said irritably.

Jue Youqing has probably already entered the Dragon Transformation Realm, and Wang Teng should also be at this level, as well as Nan Yao. However, these people have not yet been given titles such as Nan Yao or west Bodhisattva.

They are very likely all monstrous talents with "forbidden" abilities, so they cannot be judged by ordinary combat strength.

It is unknown whether the middle emperor has been born.

The two followed the flow of people, leaving the small island and heading towards the central island.

Sure enough, as soon as they arrived on the island, they saw several figures flying down from the sky.

One of them, dressed in white, stood on a translucent, colorful lotus platform, exuding an aura that transcended the three realms, as if he were not in this mortal world.

A golden lotus mark between her eyebrows, her skin as clear as seven-colored glass, emitting a Buddha-like light, her figure slender and graceful, her black hair like clouds, her beauty captivating, her temperament peaceful and serene, her Buddha-nature deeply rooted.

Without even guessing, one can tell that this is the Western Bodhisattva Awakening Sentient Being. Her cultivation is indeed unfathomable; she has entered the Dragon Transformation stage, but it is unknown which minor step she is on.