Clouds appeared, gradually taking shape above Qin Cultivator's head, resembling a hunting dog.

The entire body was sky blue, pure like glass, unmistakably a precious treasure.

This was made from the sacred bone, possessing divine power. It was a precious treasure Qin Cultivator obtained when he was the Saint Heir of the Lifeless Sect, and it was the key to ambushing Yan Zhen successfully at that time.

This item could nullify Feng Shui, conceal one's destiny, and even in battle, it had miraculous effects; it bore the ominous poison of a Saint's later years.

Qin Cultivator easily discovered the various Feng Shui Arrays Xu Guang had set up throughout the mine, and he sneered.

"Tricks of the petty, unworthy of the stage."

He didn't destroy it, nor did he bother to look at it. With this Holy Artifact refined from the sacred bone of a Poison Path Saint, any Feng Shui Array set up by someone below the Saint realm was completely ineffective against him.

Standing up and walking out of the room, the entire mine seemed like his home; the passersby ignored him, as if they could not see him at all.

He swaggered into the area where the bronze blood gate was located, his gaze seeming to penetrate the ground, seeing Huan Songzi and others guarding beside the blood gate.

The sacred bone continuously emitted light.

Huan Songzi and the others were not ordinary; although they could not sense Qin Cultivator's presence due to the sacred bone, the sixth sense bestowed on them during martial cultivation allowed them to sense a faint aura of danger.

Everyone became tense in an instant.

The matter concerned the inheritance of the Reverse Dao and even higher realms, putting everyone's spirit under extreme tension.

Qin Cultivator stood atop a mountain peak, seeming to see the seriousness of Huan Songzi and the others, a slight smile appearing on his face. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Soon after, he sat down gently, as if waiting for someone.

And indeed, he was waiting for Xu Guang.

He knew Xu Guang would definitely appear. Geniuses have the pride of geniuses; otherwise, why call them prodigies?

That Xu Guang, having come this far from being a refugee, should know that if he hid this time, he would forever continue to hide.

Qin Cultivator extended his hand, conjuring countless water chains in the air, whistling through the world in crisscross patterns, as if sealing something.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head, looking towards the southeast.

"These ordinary folks, it's about time they scram."

...

In the southeast, a coffin quietly rested on the ground, with malevolent energy condensing above, a faint oppressive aura pervading it.

Centering on the coffin, the whole ground slowly turned blue-green, the strangely colored blue and green flowing like veins across the earth.

The town closest to the coffin.

Someone suddenly fell to the ground, the next moment, their face glowing with a blue light, instinctively letting out a roar under the sun, their face twisted and fierce, utterly losing their rationality, with their fangs exposed, they pounced at the person beside them.

It seemed only the blood of their kind could alleviate the pain of standing under the sun.

This… was like corpse refinement!

The town mayor soon discovered this, responding instantly, but he couldn't imagine that the perpetrator was a master of the second Nirvana, whose means in this small town were virtually… unsolvable.

The people he sent out were quickly assimilated into refined corpses.

In just half an hour, the town turned into a living hell.

As the number of refined corpses grew, the entire town underwent changes, with the earth shaking, houses shifting, and the ground splitting into enormous cracks, so deep that one could vaguely see the flow of crimson lava beneath.

Some barely able to resist the poison tried to escape and report to the experts of the Northern Emperor Institute for help.

But at the town's entrance, seeing the patch of blue-green ground, an indescribable despair filled everyone's minds.

...

Northern Emperor Institute.

Zhuge Wuliang's face was solemn, "It seems that Qin Cultivator's first target should be you. What are your plans, Junior Brother?"

Xu Guang recognized the hint in Zhuge Wuliang's tone, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"I can't hide. Qin Cultivator has sacrificed too much for the bronze blood gate; he won't be content. If I hide this time, he'll publicly declare that I obtained the inheritance of Emperor Shitian, and neither you, Senior Brother, nor Master, nor the entire Northern Emperor Institute will ever have peace."

Zhuge Wuliang sighed upon hearing this.

Qin Cultivator was almost an open book. Causing such a commotion was his way of challenging Xu Guang.

Xu Guang sighed deeply.

The development of the situation to this point was beyond his expectations.

In the blink of an eye, it became a fight to the death.

He stood up, looked towards the distant horizon, the heaviness on his face disappearing, replaced by a resolute killing intent.

"Since he wants to find me, let's see whose hand the deer falls into."

Xu Guang made up his mind and walked into the depths of the Northern Emperor Institute.

When his strength was insufficient to contend against Qin Cultivator, Xu Guang could only choose to rely on external force.

The legacy of the Northern Six Institutes is long-standing, with numerous Holy Artifacts and even Saint King's relics.

Fortunately, the Northern Six Institutes are always protective, and these heavy armaments can be lent out as long as the price is willing to be paid.

"You want to borrow the Holy Artifact?"

At the topmost level of the Emperor Tower, an old man sat at the staircase, white-haired and seemingly frail, but Xu Guang dared not be careless, for inside this layer were all the precious treasures of the Northern Six Institutes. Throughout its existence, countless Saints have emerged from the Six Institutes, and many have placed their Holy Artifacts here after passing away.

However, the old man has a poor reputation in the Northern Emperor Institute. As for why, Xu Guang doesn't know.

Last year, during his apprenticeship, the Heavenly Martial True King mentioned several people in the Northern Emperor Institute not to provoke, and this person was a focus, even suggesting to speak to him as little as possible.