Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 322: Mysterious Ore

"Of course," the Pavilion Head replied with a light chuckle. "Feel free to select anything you wish. I’ll be right here if you need assistance."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Liang ventured further into the hall, where shelves brimmed with strange and wondrous artifacts.

"Curious," the Pavilion Head mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Liang’s retreating figure. "Does he truly believe that a mere contract can guarantee his safety?"

With a shake of his head, the Pavilion Head settled into a cross-legged position and closed his eyes. He wasn’t concerned about Liang pilfering anything; his deep connection to the Artifact would alert him the moment something amiss occurred.

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Deep within the dimly lit treasury, Liang’s keen eyes settled on an intriguing sight.

Before him lay a sizable chunk of black, enigmatic ore.

Its allure stemmed from its cryptic nature; the Pavilion had merely labeled it as "unknown," providing no additional information about its name or potential uses.

Yet it wasn’t the obscurity that piqued his interest—it was the familiar energy emanating from the ore. This was the same raw material from which the legendary Blood Moon Sword had been forged.

However, something felt distinctly different about this particular specimen. Liang sensed a greater potency within it, suggesting a higher grade than that of his current weapon. The very fact that this ore lay buried deep within the treasury only reinforced its worth.

"My current sword is decent, but it lacks refinement in key areas," Liang mused, extending his universe sense toward the ore in an attempt to unravel its mysteries.

Unfortunately, his efforts proved fruitless. He could discern nothing remarkable about the ore, leading to a slight furrow in his brow.

"This leaves me with only two possibilities," he contemplated, a frown tugging at his lips.

The inability to detect any special properties in the ore indicated one of two things: either it was an ordinary material posing as something grand, or its quality surpassed his capacity to perceive its extraordinary nature. The latter notion seemed absurd yet unsettlingly plausible.

Liang’s divine sense rivaled that of a late-stage Void Return realm expert, sharp and perceptive.

He paused, his eyes narrowing in deep thought, before finally arriving at a resolute decision.

With a swift gesture, he stored the substantial chunk of ore in his space ring, the motion fluid and practiced.

"This ore is undoubtedly extraordinary. Its unique properties play a crucial role in the successful refinement of the Voidwing Sword," Liang murmured to himself, shifting his focus to the hunt for his next target.

Sensing that his innate universe sense wasn’t sufficient to uncover an item of genuine worth, Liang activated the Thousand Derivation Rune’s formidable power.

Information surged through his mind like a rushing river; every artifact or object detected by his universe sense was meticulously filtered and analyzed by the Rune’s capabilities.

Soon, Liang’s eyes glimmered with interest as he redirected his steps toward a specific location.

In a secluded corner, he discovered an old, worn robe, meticulously arranged and seemingly out of place amid the surroundings.

The moment Liang’s eyes fell upon the robe, his heart trembled inexplicably, enveloped by an intense wave of familiarity. A shiver raced down his spine, igniting an unshakable sense of recognition that he couldn’t quite place.

Shaking off the unsettling feeling, Liang took a deep breath, steeling himself before examining the robe more closely.

This garment, known as the Heavens Folding Robe, bore an aura of ancient power. Beside it, an intricately carved plaque detailed its storied past. It had belonged to a legendary Immortal from the past epoch.

After the Immortal’s fall, the robe found its way into the hands of a dying expert, who, desperate for a rare life-prolonging artifact, offered it as the sole treasure of sufficient worth in a bid to barter for his survival.

The pavilion’s appraisers deemed the robe a sacred-level artifact at its zenith, a testament to its once-remarkable power.

So, why did it remain in the treasury? The answer was simple: no one had yet offered a treasure of equal worth in exchange for it, leaving this extraordinary relic forgotten and abandoned in the shadows of the pavilion’s depths.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Liang stored the robe in his space ring. Although the robe’s precise abilities remained unclear, deductions from the Thousand Derivation Rune indicated its value to him far surpassed that of the enigmatic ore.

"We have one last item to retrieve," Liang said, a mysterious smile playing on his lips as he glanced at an exquisite case nearby.

Within that case lay the Myriad Fire Chart, a treasure discovered by the pavilion in the secret realm of Spiritdrift World. This rare artifact was considered one of the most valuable items slated for the auction.

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The Myriad Fire Chart was an ancient relic containing a matrix formed from six celestial flames, each one radiating power and mystery. Without a second thought, Liang stowed it away with the others.

"Alas, I’m limited to just three items," he sighed, reluctantly turning toward the exit. Despite his ability to dismantle the sealing formation guarding the entrance, he knew the challenges within the artifact’s confines would be an entirely different matter.

Liang sensed the weight of countless eighth-order formations surrounding him, with an even more formidable ninth-order formation looming ominously ahead.

Even for him, that was overwhelming. The only reason he managed to acquire those three artifacts was due to the benevolence of the artifact spirit—a hidden presence that, though it remained shrouded from view, he could perceive distinctly through his universe sense.

One misstep, and the artifact spirit would expel him from its domain without hesitation. Additionally, such a course of action would violate the contract he had signed with the Pavilion Head, a miscalculation that could have dire consequences for his future.

While the Pavilion Head might have dismissed the importance of their agreement, Liang could not afford such a lapse in judgment. Unbeknownst to the Pavilion Head, Liang’s universe sense surpassed even his divine awareness. This edge allowed him to detect the ethereal presence of the spirit with ease.

Moreover, the contract itself bore the unique imprint of Liang’s universe sense, intricately woven into a drop of his essence blood.Even with the Pavilion Head’s formidable cultivation, he will be bounded by the inherent power of that contract, creating an unforgiving web of obligations and consequences, A binding force that could not be easily dismissed.

"How was your experience, young friend?" The Pavilion Head opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto Liang as he emerged from the depths of the treasury.

"Truly admirable; the legacy of the Pavilion is unparalleled," Liang replied, his eyes shimmering with genuine admiration.

The Pavilion Head’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "I suppose you’ve gained quite a bit from your time here, haven’t you?"

Liang chuckled lightly. "I trust the Pavilion Head already has some insight."

"Ah, so you’ve sensed it too?!" The Pavilion Head’s surprise was evident in his wide-eyed expression.

Liang nodded, not attempting to conceal anything. The Artifact Spirit he had perceived was no ordinary entity. It was a potent formation spirit, born from the intricate integration of the artifact with the awe-inspiring ninth-order formation.

The value of a formation spirit is immeasurable, as it not only possesses the abilities of the artifact but also the intelligence and power of a ninth order formation. It is a rare and sought-after treasure that has the potential to greatly enhance the strength of its owner.

The Pavilion Head smiled and nodded slightly, admitting to the existence of the formation spirit. "Indeed, it is a remarkable being that has been guarding our treasury for generations. It is said that the formation spirit was born from the fusion of an ancient artifact with the ninth order formation that protects our treasury. Its power is immense, and it is loyal to our pavilion."

Liang nodded understandingly, "It is truly a remarkable creature. I am honored to have been able to sense its presence."

The Pavilion Head’s amiable expression suddenly turned serious as he peered intently at Liang. "Young friend, I must caution you. While I appreciate your boldness, remember, the formation spirit is not to be revealed. It is the guardian of this pavilion, and any attempt to harm it will be met with swift and severe consequences."

Liang’s gaze remained steady as he met the Pavilion Head’s intense stare. "Rest assured, Pavilion Head, while I am grateful for the opportunity to have encountered such a magnificent being, I bear no ill will towards it. My intentions are purely out of curiosity, and I respect the boundaries that have been set."

The Pavilion Head appeared satisfied with Liang’s response. "Good. I trust that you will keep your word."

As Liang prepared to take his leave, the Pavilion Head’s curiosity got the better of him. "Young friend, may I inquire about the unknown ore you selected? I must admit, it has piqued my interest, not even our best appraisal managed to identify it."