Chapter 372 - 164: Ancient Sect, Silver Moon Demon King

Chapter 372: Chapter 164: Ancient Sect, Silver Moon Demon King

The purple Qi Blood Essence squirmed in midair, as if it were alive.

"SWOOSH—!"

Just then, a streak of black light shot out from within the purple Qi Blood Essence.

Fast as lightning, it shot toward the chamber exit.

’It’s still not dead?!’

Fang Xing was startled, but he wasn’t flustered in the slightest.

"BANG—!"

The moment the black light reached the chamber’s entrance, it slammed into what seemed to be an invisible wall and ricocheted back.

A blurry, indistinct phantom appeared.

Seeing the phantom bounce back, Fang Xing showed no surprise. He released his Primordial Spirit Power, which formed an invisible Primordial Spirit Hand and seized the phantom.

Gripped by the Primordial Spirit Hand, the phantom was unable to move. An expression of utter panic appeared on its blurry face.

’This thing’s Life Force... it’s unbelievably tenacious!’

Fang Xing was astonished as he looked at the phantom before him.

This was the first time he’d ever seen something survive being refined into Essence by his Sun Golden Flame and still manage to escape.

He found it unbelievable, and it thoroughly piqued his curiosity.

"HUMMM—!"

Staring at the phantom, an eerie glow filled Fang Xing’s pupils as he instantly activated the Divine Illusion.

"A Primordial Spirit Illusion Technique! You want to Soul Search me? Dream on!"

With a furious roar, the phantom instantly ignited. It erupted in a brilliant black light, unleashing a terrifying power that instantly shattered Fang Xing’s Primordial Spirit restraints.

His Celestial Court Primordial Spirit trembled, and the light in Fang Xing’s eyes dimmed slightly.

"SWOOSH—"

Having broken free from the Primordial Spirit’s grasp, the phantom became even fainter, almost transparent.

Once again, it charged toward the entrance of the secret chamber.

Fang Xing reacted instantly, unleashing the Shocking God Tribulation.

A vast wave of Primordial Spirit Power froze space-time, bringing everything to a complete standstill.

His Primordial Spirit Power coiled around and once again seized the heavily wounded phantom.

’It seems this old monster is no simple character.’

He had planned to interrogate it directly with the Divine Illusion, but he hadn’t expected to fail.

He frowned, his brows knitting together as he looked at the nearly transparent phantom.

’Looks like using the Divine Illusion is a no-go.’

"Junior, if you let me go, I can make a deal with you."

A voice came from the translucent phantom.

Hearing this, a peculiar look crossed Fang Xing’s face. "A deal? What kind of deal?"

"Just let me go, and I’ll tell you the location of an Ancient Ruin. I can help you obtain its inheritance. How about it?"

"This is the inheritance of a Martial Dao Great God! It can allow you to achieve Martial Dao Ascension!"

The phantom’s voice rang out, sounding as if it were laced with some kind of Magic Power.

Fang Xing’s eyes flickered, and he put on a look of extreme interest.

"The inheritance of a Martial Dao Great God... Why should I believe you?"

"I can swear on my Divine Soul. If you let me go, I’ll tell you where this Ancient Ruin’s inheritance is located."

the phantom’s voice said again.

At these words, Fang Xing’s expression grew thoughtful, and he fell silent.

Seeing his reaction, the phantom spoke again. "Junior, this inheritance is from the ruins of a hegemon Sect from the ancient era of the Southern Continent. This is a heaven-sent opportunity."

"An ancient hegemon Sect..." Fang Xing said, looking at the phantom.

The phantom continued, "Just let me go, and this opportunity will surely allow you to achieve Martial Dao Ascension."

"Tell me first. Then I’ll let you go," Fang Xing said flatly.

"No. You let me go first," the phantom said, watching him.

"HUMMM—!" The instant the phantom finished speaking, Fang Xing extended his hand, and a ball of golden Sun Golden Flame materialized in his palm.

"I’ll count to three. Don’t test my patience." Fang Xing’s gaze was ice-cold.

The phantom’s expression changed as it looked at the True Sun Fire.

"One!"

The number rang out like a death knell.

The phantom trembled but did not speak.

"Two!" Fang Xing coldly uttered the second number.

The phantom wavered.

"Three..."

"I’ll talk." The instant Fang Xing’s third count began, the phantom couldn’t hold out any longer and spoke in a rush.

"This Ancient Ruin is the inheritance of the South Pole Immortal Palace," the phantom said.

Fang Xing raised an eyebrow. "South Pole Immortal Palace?"

’Judging by the name alone, it certainly sounds worthy of a hegemon.’

However, in all the ancient texts he had read, there was no mention of any South Pole Immortal Palace.

’Is this thing just making up a name?’

The thought flashed through Fang Xing’s mind.

He looked at the phantom before him.

Since he couldn’t use the Divine Illusion to check its memories, he had no way of knowing if it was telling the truth.

"It was a hegemon on the Southern Continent tens of thousands of years ago," the phantom said, its attention fixed on the True Sun Fire in his hand.

"..."

’Tens of thousands of years ago...’

Hearing the phantom’s answer, Fang Xing felt his heart give a twitch.

He was even more convinced that this old thing was just trying to swindle him.

’Who could possibly know what happened tens of thousands of years ago?’

The Great Jing was founded just over a thousand years ago.

Even the Ten Great Upper Sects, with their long histories, had foundations of only a little over a thousand years.

’Tens of thousands of years...’

That was dozens of times that span of time.

Even if he cultivated his Longevity Technique to the Shattering Void Realm, his accumulated lifespan wouldn’t amount to even a tenth of that.

He suspected the old thing was just feeding him a line of bull.

"How can you prove it?" Fang Xing asked, his expression completely unreadable as he stared at the phantom.

"I have a map to the Ancient Ruins of the South Pole Immortal Palace. With this map, you can travel to the ruins of the South Pole Immortal Palace," the phantom replied.

"Then just give me the map," Fang Xing said.

"The map isn’t on me. It’s inside the Jiuyou Demon Sect," the phantom said.

Hearing this, Fang Xing’s face instantly darkened.

"Old thing, are you messing with me?"

The Sun Golden Flame in his palm blazed, its terrifying heat distorting the air.

A scorching wave of heat swept through the entire secret chamber!

The phantom trembled and hurriedly said, "N-no... Absolutely not! The map really is in the Jiuyou Demon Sect, I swear it."

"Swear my ass!"

Fang Xing had heard enough. He instantly activated the Celestial Extreme Devouring God. A golden light erupted from his palm, forming a radiant vortex that immediately and completely devoured the phantom.