NOVPUB"Right, the remnants of the Qi Dynasty’s Royal Clan are all here, as are those Incense-burning Dao Cultivators, with the majority in another Dungeon. As for these here, handle them as you see fit."
Yao Wudi’s voice pierced from the outside world into Wang Ba’s ears.
Wang Ba felt a slight stir in his heart and with a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, indeed found a group of Qi Dynasty cultivators, disheveled and weak in aura.
These Qi Dynasty cultivators were also confined in one place, unable to leave.
They were anxiously looking around at their surroundings.
Wang Ba’s gaze lingered for a moment before he moved past these people.
His Spiritual Sense swept out and soon, in the center of the continent, he saw the core of a Formation.
At the core of the Formation, an astonishing number of Spirit Stones of all grades were laid out.
The Formation was only lit up by one-tenth but was constantly draining the Spiritual Energy stored within these Spirit Stones, then extending along the Formations towards the towns’ Spiritual Lineage, nourishing it while gradually dispersing the Spiritual Energy into townships and villages enveloped by the Formation.
Wang Ba made a rough estimate.
In just the few moments he observed, the Formation had consumed dozens of lower-grade Spirit Stones.
But it didn’t take long.
The Formation automatically stopped.
The consumption of the Spirit Stones also ceased.
The pervasive Spiritual Energy was silently improving the bodies of the mortals here...
"Are they trying to nurture a never-ending stream of cultivators inside the Dungeon?"
Wang Ba pondered thoughtfully.
Clearly, the Qi Dynasty’s Royal Clan had also recognized the crisis and prepared accordingly.
A Dungeon that could provide a constant stream of new blood for the Qi Dynasty, so that even if the land was lost, as long as the successors spared no effort, it could perhaps one day recreate a new Qi Dynasty.
"Since there’s a mechanism for nurturing cultivators, that means there should also be..."
His Spiritual Sense scanned bit by bit, and indeed, not far from the Formation’s core, he found a palace.
This palace was only guarded by a very ordinary prohibition.
Wang Ba did not take much effort to easily break through.
Upon seeing what was inside, he couldn’t help but show a look of astonishment.
"This is... so many spirit materials! Cultivation Methods! Books!"
From Class I to Class IV!
Although in Wang Ba’s eyes, anything below Class IV was of little value to him.
But the number of spirit materials here was truly staggering, and the variety was so complete that it could easily support several Sects of Chen State.
However, his gaze did not linger on these lower and middle-grade items for long.
His attention was immediately drawn irresistibly to the few Class IV spirit items here.
"Dragon Scale Rosewood Trees, Glow Sand, Beakstone... and even Jade Qilin Fruit!"
"The materials for Wu Monkey King’s advancement have all been gathered here!"
Wang Ba couldn’t help but reveal a look of delight.
Not just these spirit materials, but also some Elixirs, Talismans, and even two Fourth-Grade magical treasures.
Wang Ba’s figure swiftly manifested within the hall without any reservation, scooping up the Elixirs and Talismans.
Then he examined the two Fourth-Grade magical treasures carefully.
One was a rather ordinary-looking dark-colored Daoist robe.
The other was a crimson Flying Shuttle.
Wang Ba hesitated for a moment, then reached out for the dark-colored Daoist robe first.
However, just as he was about to touch the robe, it suddenly dodged out of the way as if by magic.
"Hm?"
Wang Ba’s brows furrowed slightly.
Magical treasures differ from Magic Tools in that they possess a True Spirit within, and are self-sufficient in sentience.
Without the True Spirit’s approval, one cannot use or even harness the power of a magical treasure.
And cultivating one’s own magical treasure often requires a long time and great effort.
For this reason, many Nascent Soul Cultivators, even at the end of their lives, don’t possess a magical treasure of their own.
This is the case not only for small states but also within the Wanxiang Sect.
Among the cultivators who have magical treasures, you would find three or four in ten.
The vast majority make do with nearly Class IV Class III Blade Weapons combined with Class IV Talismans and Spells.
Of course, there are some naturally occurring spirit items that, although not magical treasures, are more powerful than them in some people’s hands.
Such as the ’Wind Summoning Bell.’
And the standard for a magical treasure to acknowledge its master is also quite mysterious, each varying from the other.
With a slight frown, Wang Ba suddenly summoned several hundred Mysterious Dragon Soldiers around him the next moment.
These Mysterious Dragon Soldiers numbered in the hundreds.
With the Empowerment of the Mysterious Dragon Soldiers, his aura swelled as if inflated, quickly rising in stature.
Just in the blink of an eye, he skyrocketed from the Early Stage of the Golden Core to what seemed the peak of the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
And this momentum did not stop, soon advancing to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
It was then, however, that Wang Ba subtly sensed a difficult-to-control sense of latency.
"It’s still too forced to control Mysterious Dragon Soldiers at Nascent Soul Middle Stage."
Spanning great realms of mana, even he felt somewhat overburdened in control.
Wang Ba frowned slightly, promptly allowing the influx of mana from the Mysterious Dragon Soldiers to withdraw back.
His emitted aura likewise fell back to the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
Feeling the control he had over his mana, a smile quickly blossomed on his face, and he immediately reached out for the Daoist robe again.
The Daoist robe tried to dodge again.
However, Wang Ba did not hesitate. A Blade Weapon manifested in his hand, and immediately countless Sword lights flickered around the robe.
The robe, undaunted, puffed up and charged at the Sword lights.
The Sword light struck the robe, yet failed to leave even the slightest mark.
"Hm?"
The ease with which the Daoist robe dodged only aroused Wang Ba’s competitive spirit.
Wang Ba no longer held back, countless Sword lights suddenly converged into one, slashing toward the Daoist robe!
