Chapter 26

"Surely this treasure has a great origin." Meng Hao held the wooden sword and tapped it against the ground, easily piercing through. He laughed foolishly, quickly picked it up, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Just as he was feeling elated, Meng Hao suddenly paused, raising his head. He vaguely felt that the spiritual energy within the cave had thinned, and in just a short while, it was almost completely gone.

Although the spiritual energy in his cave was not abundant, it was impossible for such a situation to occur. Spiritual energy was the breath of the universe, often concentrated in beautiful mountains and great veins. The Mountain Rely Sect was located in such a place, so it was impossible for the spiritual energy to dissipate without cause.

As he hesitated, Meng Hao calmed his mind and carefully examined the situation. He suddenly looked down at the wooden sword, his expression showing disbelief. He had discovered that all the spiritual energy in the cave had been absorbed by the wooden sword in such a short time.

"This... this sword can absorb spiritual energy?" Meng Hao stood there in shock. After a moment, he patted his storage bag, and a small piece of spirit stone appeared in his hand. When he brought it close to the wooden sword, the spirit stone dimmed after just a few dozen breaths.

Meng Hao quickly put away the spirit stone. Although he was heartbroken, his expression became intensely excited.

"This sword... must be a supreme treasure!" Meng Hao looked at the wooden sword in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, his eyes showed determination. He lightly cut his finger with the wooden sword, and immediately a small wound appeared. At the same time, Meng Hao felt his cultivation level, and realized that the spiritual energy in his body was suddenly flowing out through the wound, as if it couldn't be stopped.

Meng Hao quickly put his finger in his mouth, his eyes showing even more excitement. After a while, the wound healed, and Meng Hao looked at the wooden sword with a foolish smile, his breathing rapid.

"This sword is a supreme treasure. In a battle, if I can make a few more cuts on the opponent, they will likely lose their spiritual energy and be at my mercy. It's a pity there's only one. If I had two, ten, or even a hundred, the number of wounds and the speed of spiritual energy dissipation would be astonishing..." Meng Hao imagined himself wielding over a hundred wooden swords, all piercing Wang Tengfei's body.

He felt that the spirit stones he had spent on the Black Mountain trip were completely worth it.

Thinking of this, Meng Hao took a deep breath and took out the bronze mirror.

"I wonder how many spirit stones it will take..." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, but thinking that the more swords the better, he decisively placed the wooden sword on the bronze mirror. As soon as the wooden sword touched the mirror, it flashed, and the wooden sword was instantly sucked in. This was something Meng Hao had never encountered before, leaving him stunned. He quickly grabbed the mirror to stop it, but the wooden sword had already disappeared.

"How could this happen? Damn mirror, that was a precious sword I obtained with great difficulty. Calm down, calm down." Meng Hao's breathing was rapid, and he forced himself to calm down. After a long moment of hesitation, he took out a spirit stone and placed it on the bronze mirror, and the spirit stone instantly disappeared.

"Hmm? Could it be starting to replicate?" Meng Hao's heart raced, and with nervousness, he picked up another spirit stone and placed it in. One, two, three... Meng Hao's face gradually changed, and his heart began to bleed. The bronze mirror seemed like an endless pit. Before long, Meng Hao had already thrown in over two hundred spirit stones.

"Damn, damn..." Meng Hao wanted to give up, but he was unwilling to lose the supreme treasure. He realized that if he gave up now, the bronze mirror would lose its ability to replicate until it completed the replication.

At this moment, he could only endure the pain and throw in more spirit stones. Three hundred, four hundred, until a thousand, Meng Hao's face was already pale, and his hand trembled as he picked up the spirit stones.

"Is there no end to this? This broken mirror, are you robbing me of the spirit stones I just obtained?" Meng Hao gritted his teeth, having already thrown in over a thousand spirit stones. He couldn't give up, and with the eyes of a gambler, he threw in more spirit stones. Finally, after throwing in two thousand spirit stones, the mirror suddenly emitted a strong, colorful light. This light had never appeared before during replication, but Meng Hao was already numb, staring blankly as the light lasted for about half an incense stick's time before gradually fading.

As the light faded, two identical wooden swords appeared on the mirror.

Looking at the wooden swords, Meng Hao's face regained some color. He quickly picked them up, though he felt like crying and was in great pain, he could only comfort himself.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just two thousand spirit stones, what's the big deal? The old must go for the new. Having two wooden swords is worth it!" Meng Hao muttered through gritted teeth, but the word "just" was said with great bitterness. He quickly put away the bronze mirror, not looking at it again, and held the two wooden swords, imagining their peculiarities. He sat there for a long time, trying to calm his breathing.

He secretly resolved to be more cautious before replicating anything in the future. After a long time, Meng Hao carefully put away the two wooden swords, especially the second one, which to him was not a sword but two thousand spirit stones, especially the large ones he had just obtained.

With a bitter smile, Meng Hao sat cross-legged. When the spiritual energy in the cave had recovered, he suddenly opened his eyes and took out the grain-sized demon core from his storage bag.

"Although I just broke through to the Fifth Stage of Qi Condensation, I wonder how much my cultivation will increase after swallowing this core..."

Meng Hao's expression showed determination as he placed the demon core in his mouth and closed his eyes. Instantly, his body resonated, and the demon core melted, transforming into an extremely dense spiritual energy that instantly enveloped Meng Hao.

The density of this spiritual energy exceeded everything Meng Hao had ever swallowed before, incomparable to anything else, like a firefly compared to the moon. It exploded within Meng Hao's body, a vast amount of spiritual energy sweeping through his entire body, causing blood to trickle from the corners of his mouth and his body to tremble. Despite the pain, his Dan Lake continued to expand, the water within increasing, making Meng Hao feel boundless.

Each expansion brought indescribable pain, causing his body to tremble more, his face pale, and his teeth clenched tightly.

At the same time, the water in the Dan Lake churned, containing astonishing spiritual energy, making Meng Hao feel his cultivation level rising. From the early Fifth Stage of Qi Condensation to the middle Fifth Stage, time slowly passed, and his cultivation level, with the roar of the Dan Lake, reached the peak of the Fifth Stage of Qi Condensation.

Then, Meng Hao's mind suddenly resonated, and his cultivation level instantly broke through the Fifth Stage of Qi Condensation, reaching... the Sixth Stage of Qi Condensation!

And it was not just the early Sixth Stage, but the middle Sixth Stage, before gradually stopping. Meng Hao's clothes had turned to ashes, only his storage bag remained, and his body was covered in black grime, as if it had completely enveloped him. But upon closer inspection, his body was actually crystal clear, with a faint glow, making him look extraordinary.

His hair had grown a bit, now reaching his shoulders, and he was slightly taller, his body no longer thin but more slender. His face, though still a bit dark, had a more vibrant appearance, exuding a transcendent aura.

The water in his Dan Lake churned, spreading throughout his body. In the depths of the Dan Lake, the grain-sized demon core settled, but for some reason, it did not melt, remaining motionless.

If that were all, it would have been fine, but almost as soon as Meng Hao's cultivation reached the Sixth Stage of Qi Condensation, his mind resonated strongly. In this resonance, a faint inheritance emerged from the demon core in the Dan Lake, like a brand, surging directly into Meng Hao's mind.

This was... the inheritance from the ancient Yinglong lineage. The dead Yinglong was not a powerful beast from ancient times but a relatively weak descendant. However, it still contained the sky inheritance of its ancestors. Before dying, it hid its inheritance in the demon core. The python had planned to swallow it after shedding its skin, and Wang Tengfei had long desired it, as he had already obtained the essence blood and was the true inheritor. But now... it had been obtained by Meng Hao.

Meng Hao had a dream. He dreamed of a vast sky and earth. In that sky, he was flying, commanding the nine heavens, and with each movement, the sky and earth resonated, and the clouds rolled back.

In that sky, he was the dominator. All flying beasts, upon seeing him, trembled as if they had lost their ability to fly, allowing him to slaughter them at will.

He was the ruler of the sky, the favorite of the sky. Countless creatures on the earth bowed to him, as if it were a distant era, long before anyone could remember.

The feeling of flying in the sky made Meng Hao ecstatic, even to the point of obsession. He didn't know how long he had flown, how many fierce beasts had retreated, or how many creatures had bowed.

The wind was beneath his feet, the earth beneath his feet, and only the sky seemed to be on par with him, as if he and the sky were one.

Until he looked down at a lake and saw his own body, a dragon several thousand feet long, with two enormous wings, making his body look incomparably majestic and ancient.

His fierce head, long tail, and everything about him exuded an unparalleled dignity, forming a bolt of lightning in Meng Hao's mind, tearing through his thoughts and creating a voice.

"I am the Yinglong, the ancient Yinglong!" This voice echoed in Meng Hao's mind, spreading throughout the world, making the sky and earth tremble and all creatures roar. This was the Yinglong of ancient times, though its true lineage had long since vanished, some descendants still existed, though weakened, still containing the inheritance.

At the same time, in the cave on the Eastern Peak of the Mountain Rely Sect, Wang Tengfei's face was extremely dark, his anger almost driving him mad. The taste of failure was hard to accept. He repeatedly tried to sense the location and inheritance of the other with a drop of blood, but to no avail, leaving him baffled.

"Have you found anything?" After a long time, Wang Tengfei suppressed his anger, looking up at a young man in front of him, one of the two who had accompanied him with Shangguan Song that day.

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