Chapter 663 - 414: Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber (Part 3)

Duan Rong walked back into the stone chamber and went to the place where he had previously devoured. There, in the niche, lay a saber.

The saber’s design was no different from ordinary blades, but it was entirely a frosty white color, and the blade shimmered with an oddly colored white light.

Duan Rong grasped the blade in his palm, and a chill penetrated his hand.

He gazed at the frost patterns covering the blade and thought to himself, "Read Artifact Spirit!"

A set of data immediately appeared before his eyes.

Artifact: Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber

Artifact Spirit Tier: Fifteenth Rank

Devouring Requirements: Host’s Spiritual Power Level 15 (Unsatisfied)

Devouring Effect: Thousand Illusion Cloud Mist Blade Fourth Level

Duan Rong looked at the data panel before him, his expression momentarily stunned.

"15th rank Artifact Spirit!?"

"Thousand Illusion Cloud Mist Blade Fourth Level?"

This was clearly the Fourth Level of the Qi Vortex Realm!

A trace of longing arose in Duan Rong’s heart...

The Fourth Level of the Qi Vortex Realm already qualified one to gaze upon the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm!

And cultivators of the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm must comprehend the Power of Law.

The Fourth Level of the Qi Vortex Realm already contained a near-perfect mental realm.

And at the deepest part of so-called mental realms, one could glimpse the faint light of the Laws.

Cultivators use the comprehension of the mental realm to walk through the Gate of Law, thus advancing to the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm.

Unfortunately, Duan Rong’s Spiritual Power was only at level 12, rendering him currently unable to devour this Artifact Spirit, leaving him with no choice but to reluctantly place the Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber back into the niche.

Lu Geng returned to Yunfu Peak, somewhat worried.

As he turned into the corridor, Wu Shidao approached from the opposite side. Seeing Lu Geng, he smiled and said, "Back so soon? Seems like our junior disciple is quite obedient!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Geng finally looked up. Seeing it was Wu Shidao, he immediately asked, "Second Senior Brother, let me ask you something. Have you heard this before?"

"The myriad fists return to one path, the deepest part of martial arts is the great unity. Have you ever heard this saying, Senior Brother?"

Lu Geng had been muttering along the way, thinking the junior disciple might have read it from some Taoist collection and was boasting. And since Wu Shidao was known for his extensive knowledge and intelligence, Lu Geng regarded meeting him as encountering a savior and promptly voiced his question.

Wu Shidao pondered the words and said, "Never heard of it."

"Senior Brother, you’ve never heard it?"

Wu Shidao laughed, "No need to be surprised, Junior Brother. The world is vast, and I am but a frog in a well."

Lu Geng appeared astonished, for he knew Wu Shidao had thoroughly read the Taoist collections and possessed an eidetic memory. If even he hadn’t heard of it...

Wu Shidao said, "However, the words are concise and profound, containing the grand principle of the Dao. Perhaps it was spoken by a highly accomplished elder?"

Lu Geng blinked and said, "To be honest with you, Senior Brother, those words were spoken by our junior disciple."

Wu Shidao was visibly taken aback and remained silent for a while, seemingly re-tasting those words.

Lu Geng then recounted his entire experience of taking Duan Rong to choose weapons and cultivation techniques to Wu Shidao.

"Senior Brother, do you think our junior disciple is a madman or a genius?"

With a faint smile, Wu Shidao replied, "This junior disciple truly is an interesting person! Junior Brother Lu, did you know that three years ago during the Deep Valley Test, our junior disciple was just half a step away from stepping onto the altar?"

"Ah?!"

Lu Geng exclaimed in surprise, his eyes suddenly lighting up. After all, it was from three years ago, and he had long forgotten it, but now reminded by Wu Shidao, he suddenly remembered. "Oh right, it was Duan Rong."

Lu Geng said, "Senior Brother means our junior disciple is a genius! That’s why he’s different from ordinary people."

Wu Shidao, however, played coy, saying, "Yes and no!"

Lu Geng muttered internally, knowing it was one of Wu Shidao’s catchphrases, so he endured and asked again, "What do you mean?"

Wu Shidao laughed, "I think our junior disciple is both a genius and a madman! If not a genius, how could he be half a step from the altar? If not a madman, how could his actions be so strange?"

Lu Geng was left speechless by Wu Shidao, and only after a while did he say, "Both a genius and a madman?"

"Indeed! Geniuses are madmen!" Wu Shidao concluded, then headed towards the end of the corridor.

After turning away, the smile on Wu Shidao’s face vanished instantly. What he had just said was merely to pacify Lu Geng with empty words.

Always self-assured, Wu Shidao never believed in such mystical rhetoric; geniuses and madmen were just appearances.

Duan Rong undoubtedly possessed great talent, but his peculiar behavior must have its reasons.

As Wu Shidao exited the corridor, he decided to visit where Duan Rong chose the weapons. Like Lu Geng’s perplexity, Wu Shidao also couldn’t understand why Duan Rong would examine hundreds of weapons one by one.

Could it be that he was searching for something? Wu Shidao pondered.