Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

This enormous sinkhole held an irresistible and fatal attraction for Lu Fan, who had been searching for the Dew of Creation for years.

Countless independent cultivators and countless geniuses are stuck at this final hurdle, unable to make any progress.

To take a recent example, take the array master Chi Mei. If he had received enough favorable conditions during his seclusion, he would not have failed to advance in just over a year and had no chance of further advancement.

The Dew of Creation acts like a solidifying agent, enabling the liquid spiritual energy in your Qi Sea to condense and solidify into a core more quickly when you are forming your core.

Lu Fan had already clearly figured out his plan to form his core.

He has reached the fortieth level of Qi Refining Foundation Establishment, which is enough to increase the success rate by 20%. Don't underestimate this 20%; it's not something that can be obtained by using rare and precious materials, but rather through his own solid foundation.

With an additional 10% of the inexhaustible Golden Marrow Pill and a 10% of the Mind-Stabilizing Pill, the success rate is already 40%.

There's also the 10% from the Soul Purifying Pearl. As for the fifth-tier demon core, it only provides Lu Fan with extra spiritual energy reserves and is not included in the calculation.

This is his current 50% chance of forming his core, but for the ever-cautious Lu Fan, 50% is really low.

But with this Dew of Creation, it's a completely different story. As long as he can obtain more than five drops, his success rate will skyrocket to 70%!

Then, we can choose a place with abundant spiritual energy to form the core, and the success rate will be stabilized at 80%.

This is the kind of Core Formation probability that Lu Fan wants!

Therefore, no matter what, we must seize the Dew of Creation this time!

The more Lu Fan thought about it, the more his greed surged uncontrollably. It was as if there was a mountain of gold in front of him, which he could easily obtain!

As he thought about it, Lu Fan's eyes grew increasingly greedy.

"Junior Brother Lu, just take a look. Master will reward us for this Dew of Creation once we have made a great contribution," Ku Rong said suddenly, seemingly noticing the change in Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan snapped out of his daze and quickly averted his greedy gaze, saying, "This Dew of Creation is like a beautiful woman who is completely naked; it is truly mouthwatering."

"Hehe, I understand, I understand. I also wanted to steal a few drops back then, but Master has set up a restriction in this sinkhole. If I forcibly break it, Master will notice." As he said this, Kurong casually kicked a pebble under his feet.

The stone was kicked into the deep pit and slammed into a protective barrier with a loud thud.

"It seems we have no choice but to fight hard and achieve merit," Lu Fan said with a wry smile.

Although that's what he said, Lu Fan had already scanned the restriction with his divine sense. It seemed to only serve as a warning and its defensive power was not strong. When the Ghostly Old Ghost and Song Zhiyuan were fighting to the death, he wouldn't be able to care about the restriction.

Now everything is ready, except for that troublemaker from the Qi Sect coming to cause trouble.

Ku Rong then turned to the twenty disciples behind him and said, "You may disperse and guard the area around this sinkhole. Don't let a single bird in!"

"Yes!" The twenty disciples nodded and then immediately dispersed.

Lu Fan and Ku Rong waited by the sinkhole, quietly awaiting the arrival of the One Qi Sect.

...

Two days passed quickly, almost in the blink of an eye. During these two days, the old ghost ghost made ample preparations. Not only did he complete the Blood Killing Array, but he also generously distributed dozens of spirit stones to each of the deacons and dozens of elite disciples on the front lines to prevent the spiritual energy from being depleted during the battle.

The following evening, a medium-sized airship sped towards them from the distant horizon.

After all, the One Qi Sect once had a Nascent Soul Ancestor in charge, and it held a high position among the four sects. Even without the Nascent Soul Ancestor in charge, the grandeur of this event was not lost at all, and the spectacle was still at its peak.

Standing in front of the flying boat was a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. He wore a Taoist robe with gold patterns and a Taoist crown. His brows were stern and upright, and he had the demeanor of a great master of the righteous path.

This is Song Zhiyuan, the current Grand Elder of the One Qi Sect and a late-stage Core Formation cultivator!

Strangely, there were no other Core Formation elders around him, only a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators and Qi Refining disciples.

At this moment, the Ghostly Old Ghost and Su Meier had been waiting in front of the Blood Spirit Sect's mountain gate for many days, while other Blood Spirit Sect deacons and disciples stared intently into the distance.

"Huh? Did I see that right? How come Song Zhiyuan is here at this gate?" Su Meier looked into the distance, immediately showing some suspicion.

"Hmph! This old Taoist priest is really arrogant and conceited. Could it be that just because he inherited a few treasures from the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Qi Sect, he thinks he can swallow up my Blood Spirit Sect as a Core Formation cultivator?" The old ghost snorted coldly, his eyes full of sinister intent.

A moment later, the huge flying boat had already hovered above the Blood Spirit Gate. Song Zhiyuan stood at the bow of the flying boat, looking down at the Ghostly Old Ghost and the others below.

"Old ghost, I'll give you two days to leave this place. It seems you're determined to end your life here," Song Zhiyuan said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing this, Ghost Ghost and Su Meier rose from the ground almost simultaneously, instantly reaching the same height as Song Zhiyuan and standing suspended in mid-air.

"Song Zhiyuan, your Yiqi Sect prides itself on being a prestigious and righteous sect, one of the four major sects, and claims to never bully the weak. Yet now you're attacking a sect that's only recently been established. Aren't you afraid of bringing shame upon the Dao Sect and Sword Pavilion as well?" the old ghost ghost mocked sinisterly.

"You bunch of rabble and rotten fish, how dare you call yourselves a sect? Ten years ago at the Demon Extermination Conference, how many disciples of my Yi Qi Sect were harmed by you? Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate you cancerous tumors!" As soon as Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his hand, and a golden longsword landed in his hand.

"What I hate most is a bunch of hypocrites like you who say one thing and mean another. If you're going to take resources, just take resources. Why make up so many high-sounding excuses?" the old ghost said disdainfully.

At this moment, Su Meier licked her red lips and said, "Elder Song, why are you so angry? I think you've been holding it in for too long. Why don't you come and sit in my Blood Spirit Sect? I'll help you cool down."

"Witch, you're asking for death!" Enraged by the lack of common ground, Song Zhiyuan immediately raised his golden longsword.

hum!

In an instant, an enormous golden sword formed beside Song Zhiyuan, its majestic divine power slashing down with the force to split mountains!

The old ghost immediately raised his hands, and a large amount of black, monstrous corpse energy burst out, transforming into a huge skeletal giant that grabbed the golden greatsword that was slashing towards him.

"Break!" Song Zhiyuan suddenly twisted the hilt of his sword, and the giant sword burst into golden light, instantly shattering the skeletal giant into pieces!

"Old Taoist, have the guts to follow me into battle!" Seeing that his Netherworld Corpse Qi had been broken, the old ghost immediately rushed down with Su Meier.

Song Zhiyuan looked at his many disciples behind him and said, "Once I break the formation, I will spare no one from the Blood Spirit Sect!"

"Yes!" the disciples of the One Qi Sect shouted in unison.

With the golden sword in hand, Song Zhiyuan instantly transformed into a streak of light and flew into the formation alone!