Chapter Thirty-Five: The Mysterious Stone Jar

  The Wu tribe's magical sword mantra left Mu Yuan entranced for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, a flying sword condensed in place, striking out with a clear ringing sound, like gold and stone, transforming from nothingness to reality, as if creating something.

  "In the flesh and blood of the Wu tribe, there is a divine soul. Therefore, with heart and blood, they offer sacrifices to refine their spirits, expand their aura, and contain flying swords, all for the purpose of transformation. However, the Taoist path is different, with the original spirit as the master and the physical body as the assistant. To transform into millions of swords, one must still use the divine sacrifice." Mu Yuan carefully pondered, playing with the flying sword in his hand, grasping the subtleties within.

  At this moment, from the depths of the clouds below, a sharp and long whistle suddenly came, like the scream of a mountain demon, the howl of a beast, shaking one's soul, causing Mu Yuan to wake up from his trance, and with a flick of his wrist, the flying sword was withdrawn, as the Dragon King's energy surged throughout his body, he swooped down!

  On both sides of the stone wall, there were still many carvings, but they had turned into various strange and exotic beasts and birds in flight, as well as numerous people dressed in bizarre attire dancing and swaying. Mu Yuan only took a glance while running by, not showing much interest. He reckoned that these should be the dances performed during the witch tribe's sacrificial rituals. It seemed that in the hearts of the witch tribe, these things were more important than those profound sword techniques!

  Another thousand-step stone staircase, finally reached the end, but it was a large stone chamber, several huge stone pillars supporting the cave above, in the center there was a square altar, surrounded by mist, about five feet on each side, in the center of the altar, there was a medium-sized stone pot, and the sharp whistling sound came from inside the stone pot.

  In the thick fog, a tall golden corpse stood upright, its entire body shining brightly like water. However, Yuan Longtai's eyes were dull and he stared blankly at the stone jar.

  Muyuan saw that he was all right, and only then did he slightly put his mind at ease. He looked around and found a white skull in the corner of the cave, like jade, which still dazzled him with a faint glow even in the misty air. Muyuan's curiosity arose, and he couldn't help but walk up to take a closer look!

  This skull, about nine feet high, suddenly burst out a dazzling flash of light when Mu Yuan approached, white and bright like the scorching sun. Mu Yuan didn't even have time to think before being struck by this light, the Dragon King's energy automatically activated, flashing lightning-fast like fire, Mu Yuan was like being burned by flames, letting out a muffled hum, and heavily fell back!

  This thunderbolt made Mu Yuan's whole body feel like it had fallen apart, fortunately, the Dragon King's dynamic protection was in place, otherwise it would have been even more miserable. His hands and feet were numb and aching, his head was dizzy and his eyes were blurred, his Taoist robe was charred and tattered in many places, making Mu Yuan feel shocked and even more grateful that cultivators should have a set of hundred-refined clothes!

  With great difficulty, he got up and began to treat his wounds. Mu Yuan, however, did not dare to get close to the skull again. Who would have thought that this person who couldn't die even if they wanted to had a skull that wouldn't allow anyone else to approach it?

  Yuan Longtai was also affected by the wave of air resistance, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a golden corpse beside him, and he was not injured. He came out of his daze and looked at the stone pot on the altar, his eyes showing a confused expression. He walked up to it in big strides, muttering to himself, "The ancestors' technique has fallen into my hands today, and I will definitely restore its glory!"

  A few steps to the altar, Yuan Longtai stretched out his hands, as if welcoming a saint, like receiving a child. The stone jar came into contact with the living person's energy and began to tremble on its own, emitting waves of vibrations that were imperceptible to the naked eye but could be felt by the mind, causing Mu Yuan to feel a sudden palpitation!

  "Yuanchai, wait!" Feeling that terrifying and hair-raising fluctuation, Mu Yuan hastily shouted loudly, his hands moving as fast as lightning to stop Yuanchai from touching the stone jar!

  However, the two were too far apart, and the stone jar only emitted a faint vibration when Yuan Longtai's hands were infinitely close. Mu Yuan had only rushed halfway when Yuan Longtai's hands had already touched the stone jar!

  Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light burst out from the stone jar, like lightning, and the fluctuation that made Mu Yuan's heart palpitate became incredibly powerful in an instant. Yuan Longtai was enveloped by the light, letting out a shrill cry!

  That ray of light only illuminated a foot, and the scattered light points splashed out, sprinkling on Mu Yuan's body, which was rushing over. In an instant, it was like a spark falling into an oil pan, suddenly expanding. Mu Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave for a moment. A fierce, cold, and cruel aura filled his entire body. In the sea of consciousness, in the muddy pellet, his soul was like seawater swallowed by a whale, flowing out with an unstoppable force!

  At this time, Mu Yuan, although he had not yet entered the Refining Spirit realm, had been refining his Qi for many years. His essence was stable and solid, his vital energy was abundant, and his soul energy was as steady as a rock. Compared to ordinary people, he was much stronger. Suddenly being pulled out of the Mud Pellet, it was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, stretching into a long band. One end was still in the Mud Pellet Palace, while the other end was in mid-air, curved into a semicircle, faintly pointing towards the stone pot on the altar, shining with purple, black, blue and green light, flickering unpredictably, strange and resplendent.

  Looking at Yuan Longtai, his clothes were puffed up all over his body, like an inflated balloon. The blood vessels on the surface of his skin were all bulging out, twisting and turning, densely packed, like a dragon snake moving, with blood flowing through them like a river, converging on both hands, and finally pouring into the stone jar! And on the stone jar, a layer of enchanting crimson light also emerged, shocking to behold, with a hint of eeriness amidst its beauty.

  Yuan Longtai's blood and energy were swallowed by the stone jar, and a flickering light ball also emerged from the top of his head, shaking and uncertain, which was his soul. Compared to Mu Yuan's soul light, it was much smaller, dimmer, and simpler in color!

  This cluster of soul light emerged, unlike Mu Yuan who still had a head rooted in the Mud Ball Palace, and was directly pulled into the stone jar. A fine crunching sound came from the jar, like a person swallowing food or a dog tearing at bones. Hearing it made one's whole body feel a chill!

  Muyuan naturally couldn't care about Yuan Longtai's changes, his soul was absorbed, and he was self-encouraging to stir up the true energy. The three great divine arts of Changsheng True Energy, Chaotai True Energy, and Dragon King's Movement were rumbling and operating, the true energy was running through the meridians, emitting a vast roar like a river, solidifying his spiritual consciousness, embracing the origin and guarding the unity, against that tearing force.

  But unexpectedly, the force of that tearing and pulling was mysterious and unpredictable, not only did it swallow up his soul, but also the true energy that collided with it was completely absorbed. The soul light in mid-air was getting closer and closer to the stone jar. Mu Yuan's whole body trembled violently, using all means, he couldn't stop it at all. A complex emotion of despair, horror, and astonishment intertwined in his heart, and countless chaotic figures flashed through his mind in an instant: his cheap master, the sloppy Taoist priest, Mo Xue, Chu Yunfei...

  The true energy ran wildly, from top to bottom, and the original energy condensed in each acupoint was swallowed and absorbed, merging into the soul light, making it even more dazzling. It seemed to sense the power of the wooden primary soul, and a joyful scream came out of the stone jar, accompanied by a nauseating sound like swallowing saliva!