Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 925 - 505: The Hunt

"This is the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance’s Treasure Vault!"

Inside the mountain, the earth and stone loosened, the formation was forcibly opened, and the figure of the thousand-hand centipede appeared in a cave, Su Jie also stepped down from the back of the thousand-hand centipede.

The first step Su Jie took upon entering the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance was to seek out the Treasure Vault, not rushing into battle, but first gaining some benefits for himself.

Looking at the cave filled with rows of shelves in front of him, Su Jie couldn’t help but sigh: "Indeed, there aren’t many good things left."

The treasury had few good things left, mostly various Cultivation Technique Books, besides some Spirit Plants and spiritual materials.

As for elixirs, talismans, and Magic Artifacts, there were basically none, because at the critical moment of life and death for the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance, these items that could enhance combat power were mostly distributed for use in battle.

The Treasure Vault also had no Spirit Stones, probably spent to activate the Tao Sword Formation.

What’s left are only Spirit Plants, spiritual materials not usable in battle, and those Cultivation Technique Books.

Yet even what remains, just calculating the Spirit Plants and spiritual materials, converted to Spirit Stones, amounts to seventy to eighty million Spirit Stones. freewёbnoνel-com

Not to mention those priceless books, which are the foundation of a sect, mainly various Sword Formulas and sword manuals, and the cultivation insights, annotated reflections left by successive sword dao experts of the Ten Thousand Sword Alliance.

These books can greatly increase the heritage of a sect, especially for Su Jie, who is to take charge of Ghost Ridge Palace, they are of absolute value, enriching the Ghost Ridge Palace disciples’ combat methods. In the future, Ghost Ridge Palace can even establish a separate Sword Cultivator branch, without the worry that disciples have no Cultivation Technique to learn.

Su Jie’s sigh was entirely due to greed not being satisfied.

The small portion of resources left in the Treasure Vault is now remarkably valuable; if in a complete state, it’s unimaginable how many Spirit Stones the stored resources would be worth.

Su Jie felt it was a loss not having gained more, so how could he not sigh!

Emptying out everything in the Treasure Vault, he put them all into his Storage Bag, Su Jie began to extend his Divine Sense outward.

Now that the money is in hand, it’s time to address the issue with Fire Cloud Palace.

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In the dim cave within the mountain, Di Pingqiu fled rapidly, his figure flickering unpredictably in the intricate passages.

Behind him, three Heavenly Swords pursued like tracking missiles, their Sword Qi tearing through the air, the dense earth and stone in front of them pierced through instantly, constantly closing in on Di Pingqiu.

"Ksitigarbha Bone Fire."

Di Pingqiu shouted coldly, as a strong Dao Platform Realm Fourth Level cultivator, he had a chance to struggle against the Tao Sword Formation.

He opened his mouth and spat out, spewing a dismal green Ksitigarbha Bone Fire, the flames roared like waves, forming a vast sea of fire, burning the mountain soft, causing a large area around to collapse.

The three Heavenly Swords shuttled through the sea of fire formed by the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire, which could melt the bones of a Dao Platform Realm Cultivator, but failed to actually harm these three Heavenly Swords.

Because the Heavenly Swords had no physical form, they were entirely fused by the brilliance of stars and the aura of the great dao.

To counter this move, you would need at least a sliver of great dao level power, Heavenly Might was insufficient, only by using Dharma Form, as Dharma Form is composed of the cultivator’s Primordial Spirit infused with the aura of the great dao.

Di Pingqiu’s face changed slightly, his body quickly dodged, but he was still a step too slow.

The three Flying Swords, approaching in a pin formation, pierced through his shoulder, chest, and right leg one after another.

Thud!

His broken leg fell to the ground, a gaping hole the size of a sea bowl appeared in his chest, front to back, seeing the writhing incomplete internal organs inside clearly.

This destruction not only injured his Physical Body, but the aura of the great dao on the Heavenly Sword acted simultaneously on his Primordial Spirit, cutting it three times, causing unbearable pain, his features distorted beyond recognition due to the agony.

"Damn it, I won’t die here."

Di Pingqiu cursed angrily, seeing the three Heavenly Swords turn again, a fierce look flashed across his face.

He stuffed his hand into the bloody hole in his chest, grabbed his heart, and pulled it out forcefully.

Amidst the spray of blood, his still-beating heart was dug out by Di Pingqiu himself.

For ordinary people, this would be suicidal.

But in the Dao Platform Realm, the self-healing ability of the Physical Body is immensely strong, though not as extensive as those odd Demon Path’s self-healing capabilities, it isn’t deadly to extract the heart.

Holding the heart, Di Pingqiu also grabbed half of the Primordial Spirit that was cut by the Heavenly Sword, inserted it into the heart, then infused Spiritual Power, manipulated the Ksitigarbha Bone Fire to form a Three-legged Golden Crow, which grabbed the heart and swiftly flew away.

Meanwhile, Di Pingqiu’s own body completely concealed his aura, operated the concealment Magic Skill, burying himself into the soil layers of the mountain, making himself resemble a corpse being buried.

This process that sounds lengthy, actually happened within milliseconds.

The three Heavenly Swords chasing in mid-air circled around repeatedly, seeming to hesitate, then moved again, choosing to pursue in the direction of Di Pingqiu’s heart, successfully deceived.

Due to the lack of Li Yuze’s precise control, the Twelve Heavenly Swords operated on instinct, Di Pingqiu’s heart contained his Essence Blood and Primordial Spirit, luring the Heavenly Sword into misjudgment.

Di Pingqiu sealed his Yuan Qiao, completely withdrawing his Divine Sense into his body, staying buried in the soil, not daring to easily show his face, to avoid provoking the murderous intent of the Twelve Heavenly Swords.

A minute passed!

Ten minutes passed!

Half an hour passed.

Di Pingqiu finally couldn’t hold back, sensing it was somewhat safer, he cautiously poked his head out of the soil, like a gopher, observing the surroundings.