Chapter 87

Seeing that Yang Dingtian was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, Zhao Wujie said, "The incident at Terror Manor must have alarmed people within hundreds of miles. Many must have seen it, and someone will come soon. We must move Yang Dingtian to a different place immediately."

Ningning replied, "Thank you, Senior Zhao, but Little Tian is currently in the process of forging his body and transforming his qi; he cannot be moved."

"Don't worry, I won't let him move at all," Zhao Wujie said. Then he approached Yang Dingtian, gathered his powerful mystic energy, and lifted him with his hands in the air.

Instantly, Yang Dingtian's body floated up without any shaking or movement.

Zhao Wujie held Yang Dingtian in the air with both hands, and they slowly floated into the mausoleum tower. When they reached the middle of the hundred-meter-high tower, he held Yang Dingtian with one hand and gently lifted the other, causing a huge coffin lid to open effortlessly, revealing an empty interior.

"Excuse me," Zhao Wujie said softly, then raised his left hand and slowly placed Yang Dingtian inside the coffin. The coffin was very large, and Yang Dingtian, who was sitting in meditation, had plenty of space. Then, Zhao Wujie used his right hand to close the lid.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." He made a few gestures in the air, and several holes appeared in the huge coffin.

This way, even if someone came, they wouldn't discover Yang Dingtian's presence.

"Senior, when will Yang Dingtian wake up?" Ningning asked anxiously, as the ten-day deadline promised to Ximen Yan was only a few hours away. Even if Yang Dingtian woke up now and immediately set off for Cloud Peak City, the timing would be just right.

"I don't know. He is currently infusing the refined mystic energy into his entire body's mystic meridians and tendons, making his body match the level of the mystic energy. It might take a few hours, or it might take longer, as he has advanced too much at once," Zhao Wujie said. "Miss Ximen, you look very pale. You should also sit down and meditate."

"Thank you, Senior," Ningning said. "Here, I thank Terror Manor on behalf of Yang Dingtian. Thank you for your kindness, not only for giving him the thousand-year-old night owl but also for lending him the supreme blood-iron sword."

"There's no need to thank us. Yang Dingtian can repay this favor to Terror Manor in the future," Zhao Wujie said with a slight smile, his voice like metal scraping against a wall.

"Uncle, what is this?" Suddenly, Zhao Mu pointed to something on the ground.

In the ruins scorched by the thousand-year-old night owl's lightning, there was a three-foot-long object that was neither a sword nor a knife. It was black with red and blue mixed in, forming a single entity, with only the tail end containing a red and blue crystal.

This was a strange blade.

Zhao Mu dismounted from his flying beast and walked over to pick it up.

"Ah..." As soon as his fingers touched it, a powerful force surged out, throwing him back several meters and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't touch it, I'll handle it," Zhao Wujie said. Then he leaped down from the tower, gathered his powerful mystic energy, and bent down to grasp the strange blade. His palm did not touch the blade but held it in the air.

Instantly, the strange blade emitted a fierce roar and trembled violently, trying to break free from Zhao Wujie's grip.

Zhao Wujie gritted his teeth, his ugly and scarred face contorted with effort, and he sweated profusely as he struggled to control the strange blade.

After holding it for three minutes, Zhao Wujie released it, and the strange blade flew several meters away, embedding itself in the ground with only the tail end trembling.

"What a domineering thing," Zhao Wujie said.

Zhao Mu exclaimed, "This strange blade is so powerful; it must be a divine weapon. But when did Terror Manor acquire such a treasure?"

"This thing belongs to Terror Manor, but it also doesn't belong to us," Zhao Wujie said. "It is a combination of four things. The first is the supreme blood-iron sword, which has exploded and shattered, leaving only the supreme demon core containing the fierce sword spirit. The thousand-year-old night owl was also reduced to ashes, but before dying, it infused its soul into its electric demon core. The souls of the two powerful beasts, naturally incompatible, clashed fiercely after the array ended, neither able to destroy the other. Instead, the two demon cores melted into one, and the two souls were violently fused together, fighting each other fiercely."

"Is this red and blue crystal the fusion of the fire demon core of the mystic fire kirin and the electric demon core of the thousand-year-old night owl?" Zhao Mu asked.

Zhao Wujie nodded.

"Then what about this strange blade?" Zhao Mu asked.

"The thousand-year-old night owl's entire body was burned and melted, but its right claw, wrapped in mystic ice chains, was an extremely cold substance, so the mystic fire could not completely burn it to ashes. Instead, the claw and the mystic ice chains were fused together, forming this strange blade," Zhao Wujie explained. "As for why the fused crystal of the two demon cores is at the end of the strange blade, it's because they needed a place to calm their auras. Otherwise, the two powerful souls, fused together and fighting fiercely, would eventually destroy each other. They needed to find an extremely cold place to rest and hibernate, just like the mad sword spirit needed to be contained in the mystic ice sword box."

Zhao Mu exclaimed, "The soul of a mystic fire kirin is already astonishing, and now it's combined with the soul of a thousand-year-old night owl. This strange blade is already a divine weapon."

"Yes," Zhao Wujie said. "But it has already recognized its master and is no longer a Terror Manor possession."

"Did it recognize Brother Yang as its master?" Zhao Mu asked.

"It should have," Zhao Wujie said. "If I'm not mistaken, Yang Dingtian used some kind of array during the total solar eclipse to absorb the purest mystic energy for his breakthrough. I could feel all the mystic energy in the area surging towards Terror Manor from miles away, so the souls of the thousand-year-old night owl and the mystic fire kirin were also affected. Part of their energy was mixed with the mystic energy and refined by the array, entering Yang Dingtian's body. Therefore, this strange blade can now only be used by Yang Dingtian, and anyone else who touches it will be fiercely retaliated against."

Zhao Mu laughed, "The treasures of the world belong to those who deserve them, but I can't help feeling a bit envious right now."

"This is what he earned with his life," Zhao Wujie said.

"Someone is coming," Zhao Wujie suddenly said.

Instantly, dust clouds rose from several miles away, and the ground trembled slightly.

"There are at least several hundred cavalry, likely from the Qin family's border fortress in the northwest," Zhao Wujie said.

At the same time, several black dots appeared in the sky, and dozens of martial artists riding flying beasts were quickly approaching.

Ximen Ningning's face changed slightly at the sight.

"Miss Ximen, you should also enter one of the giant coffins in the mausoleum tower to meditate. The Qin family from the northwest, no matter how domineering, would not dare to do anything to the ancestral coffins of Terror Manor," Zhao Wujie said.

"Yes, thank you, Senior," Ximen Ningning said.

Then, Zhao Wujie quickly picked up the strange blade embedded in the ground and entered the mausoleum tower, placing the blade in one of the coffins to suppress its aura with the cold air inside.

Afterward, Zhao Wujie floated to the top of the mausoleum tower and called out, "Who comes, and for what purpose?"

"I am Qin Mutang, the guardian of Abyss Town. I saw the ground shaking and flames rising from Terror Manor and came to offer assistance," the man shouted, his voice still clear despite the distance of nearly ten thousand meters.

"Thank you, Guardian Qin. During the total solar eclipse, the magma sea beneath Terror Manor erupted, destroying the manor. However, the people inside had already been evacuated, and everyone is safe," Zhao Wujie said. "But with the manor destroyed, we cannot entertain guests. Please leave."

"I am not here as a guest. Terror Manor and the Qin family of the northwest are close allies. If Terror Manor is in trouble, we must come to your aid," Qin Mutang shouted, his cavalry approaching.

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Three hours passed.

Five hours passed.

The twin suns set, and night fell.

The next day, the morning sun rose from the east.

Yang Dingtian slowly opened his eyes. It was dark, and he found himself deep inside a coffin. Although he couldn't see, he could still tell he was still in Terror Manor, likely in one of the coffins in the mausoleum tower.

After the Five Elements Yin-Yang Array, he had meditated for nearly twenty hours. First, because the mystic energy absorbed during the total solar eclipse still had some impurities that needed to be refined. Most importantly, he needed to let the mystic energy in his dantian circulate through his entire body multiple times to strengthen his tendons and bones.

Now, everything was complete, and Yang Dingtian's body and bones were much stronger than before!

"Master, quickly check how many levels my mystic energy has advanced. Have I reached level sixteen?" Yang Dingtian asked immediately, his heart filled with boundless anticipation and tension.

Dongfang Niemi was silent for a moment, then his voice changed. "Heaven! The harder the process, the sweeter the result."

"Nineteen levels, a full nineteen levels, child, you have advanced nineteen levels!" Dongfang Niemi trembled.

"How many levels? Nineteen levels?" Yang Dingtian was almost speechless with shock.

To be honest, he could clearly feel the power surging through his body and knew his mystic energy had advanced significantly.

But his maximum goal was only level sixteen, as reaching the Sixth Rank Mystic Warrior would ensure victory in the Great Elimination Battle. Moreover, Senior Void Flame had once mentioned that over ten thousand years ago, someone used the once-in-three-hundred-years Yin-Yang Festival and the Five Elements Yin-Yang Array to break through to level sixteen, and later became the strongest in the world.

So, Yang Dingtian had only dared to hope for a breakthrough to level sixteen, never expecting to directly reach level nineteen. How could he not be overjoyed?

"You are now a Ninth Rank Mystic Warrior, just one step away from becoming a Mystic Warrior," Dongfang Niemi said. "It's unbelievable. Even the most talented geniuses take two years to reach this level, but you did it in just ten days. If this were known, it would shock the world."

Yang Dingtian's blood seemed to boil, and then he remembered an important matter. "Master, what time is it now? How much time is left before the Great Elimination Battle in Cloud Peak City?"

Dongfang Niemi was startled. "Hurry, there are only two hours left before the Great Elimination Battle ends. You must return to Cloud Peak City as quickly as possible!"

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PS: Next, it's time for Yang Dingtian to display his divine power and blind everyone!

Brothers, please give your support! Let Yang Dingtian become even more powerful!

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