Might of the Magic Treasure

A magic treasure! It was actually a magic treasure! Yu Hua's cultivation was at most at the False Core stage—there was no doubt about that. Yet right now, he was commanding those main souls to bear an authentic Ten Directions Yanluo Banner. The banner fluttered with a snapping sound, billowing with black flames, its power as a magic treasure clearly awakened. It turned out that with the power of the Ten Directions Yanluo Array, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could wield a magic treasure! Without reaching the Core Formation stage, one could not command a magic treasure. This was universally acknowledged; only in very rare, exceptional circumstances could this ironclad rule possibly be broken, for example... Qin Sang had never even considered this before. Of the genuine Ten Directions Yanluo Banners Patriarch Kuiyin had refined, only five remained in the world today. Even within the Kuiyin Sect, these magic treasures were mostly in the hands of Core Formation stage cultivators. Very few people knew this secret, let alone could put it to use. Liang Yan's cultivation and status had been low, leaving him unqualified to know many secrets, so he clearly had been in the dark. Sun De might have known, but when Qin Sang dealt with Sun De, Qin Sang had not learned how yet. Back then, Qin Sang's strength had been meager, and he had trodden as if on thin ice. He hadn't dared risk keeping Sun De alive, as that would have been no different from bargaining with a tiger. Sun De had clearly not spoken the whole truth, hiding many secrets. The method for refining Ten Directions Yanluo Banner magic tools had been handed down by Patriarch Kuiyin and was intimately tied to the Ten Directions Yanluo Banner magic treasure. To blaze a new trail through the Ten Directions Yanluo Array to wield a magic treasure was the array's greatest power! This Ten Directions Yanluo Banner magic treasure had to be the one Zhao Yan left inside the clam shell at the bottom of the lake at Yuanzhao Peak to trap the Yuanzhao Sect Foundation Establishment disciple guarding the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid. At the time, though Qin Sang coveted the magic treasure, he had not dared claim it for himself. If he had released the trapped cultivator, he would have died first, so he could only bear the heartache and walk away. It seemed that Yu Hua had later seized the chance amid the chaos to return to the lake bed, and the magic treasure had fallen into his hands. This man didn't have pure intentions either. Seeing the fall of the Kuiyin Sect, he had obviously harbored designs to seize treasure in the turmoil, searching endlessly for Zhao Yan just to steal the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid. Even if Zhao Yan hadn't been killed by Qin Sang, he would have died at Yu Hua's hands. Qin Sang secretly felt fortunate that his disguise had misled Yu Hua. Moreover, Yu Hua could never have imagined that someone could ignore the threat of the Heart-Devouring Insect gu, so his suspicions hadn't landed on Qin Sang at all. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. ... Yu Hua's figure appeared from behind the main souls. His face was unnaturally pale, the pallor of excessive blood loss, yet it carried a ferocious sneer and murderous intent. "To force this old man to expend essence blood and deploy a magic treasure, you can be proud of yourself! Hand over the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid, and this old man might grant you a swift death. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the Yanluo Banner to taste the agony of ten thousand ghosts devouring your soul!" Qin Sang clenched his fists and stared coldly at Yu Hua. He had known Yu Hua's objective all along; if Yu Hua weren't afraid that Qin Sang's death would lose him the trail to the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid, he would have activated the Heart-Devouring Insect gu and struck lethally long ago. As if deaf to Yu Hua's threat, Qin Sang's thoughts raced as he pondered. A magic treasure... Essence blood... Qin Sang shifted his gaze, staring intently at the Ten Directions Yanluo Banner magic treasure. The magic treasure released billows of black flames from its cloth, far deeper and purer than the ghostly fire conjured by the Yin soul silk. Just looking at it sent a shiver through Qin Sang's heart, leaving him thoroughly shaken. He didn't know what kind of flame this black fire was, but its power was bound to be terrifying. The scene that followed confirmed Qin Sang's suspicions. Yu Hua flicked his hand, sending a stream of black flames shooting downward. Like an arrow, it burned effortlessly through the liquid thunder and surged toward the flying-horned fish-dragons. And the black fire's power had barely diminished. Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from the black flames, the swarm of flying-horned fish-dragons instantly fell into chaos. They let out panic-stricken shrieks, ultimately abandoning their attack on the intruders who had entered their lair, and dove into the deep pool one after another, fleeing for their lives. For a moment, the scene was utter pandemonium. These ancient beasts had keen instincts; their reaction showed just how terrifying the black flames were. Yu Hua had absolute confidence in his magic treasure. Without even glancing at the scene below, seemingly certain that the black flames would drive back the flying-horned fish-dragons, his gaze remained locked on Qin Sang. Giving Qin Sang no room to breathe, Yu Hua immediately hurled out all the remaining black flames. Whoosh... The magic treasure's banner shook violently. The eerie black flames surged forward with deceptive speed, sweeping in with a chilling aura—a coldness capable of freezing a person's origin soul to death, like demonic flames from the Nine Nether hells! Qin Sang couldn't help but shudder. Hiss, hiss... When the black flames collided with Qin Sang's Yin soul silk, a shocking sight unfolded. The powerful Yin soul silk was like cotton threads meeting a raging inferno; with no power to resist, it was instantly ignited and melted by the black fire. The black flames tore through everything in their path, destroying the Yin soul silk. In haste, Qin Sang bunched the Yin soul silks together and pushed the black fire with all his might to shield the front, resisting the impact of the black flames. The black fire conjured by the Ten Directions Yanluo Array bore some resemblance to the black flames released by the magic treasure. It was most likely derived from the black flames, sharing the same source, but the gap between the two was as vast as heaven and earth. Despite Qin Sang's utmost efforts, he could hardly hold it off, being forced into steady retreat. Just then, he suddenly heard the Ten Directions Yanluo Array beside him buzzing. Glancing to the side, he saw the Yin qi on the ghost banners trembling incessantly, showing signs of collapse. If struck directly by the black flames, the grand array would very likely be destroyed! Qin Sang's expression changed drastically, sheer horror gripping his heart. With no time for further thought, he hurriedly unleashed his talisman treasure. The silver knife shone with dazzling radiance as Qin Sang unleashed all of its remaining might. Swoosh! The silver knife flashed and vanished, reappearing before the black flames. Its light instantly dimmed considerably, but under Qin Sang's reckless urging, it burst with peerless blade brilliance, throwing itself into the black flames without hesitation, burning away its final glow. The talisman treasure bore the brunt of the black flames in Qin Sang's stead. For a brief moment, the pressure on the Ten Directions Yanluo Array plummeted. However, it lasted only an instant, as the silver knife talisman treasure had little power left to begin with and was devoured by the black flames at a visible rate. Seizing this opportunity, Qin Sang retrieved the Ten Directions Yanluo Array and the living corpse without hesitation. At the same time, a flood dragon manifested at his dantian. Exhausting the last of his spiritual power, he activated the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman, turned, and fled. "A talisman treasure?" Yu Hua's brow furrowed in surprise that Qin Sang possessed a talisman treasure and could escape the suppression of a magic treasure. He couldn't help feeling a bit glad. Fortunately, he had acted quickly and invoked the magic treasure without hesitation, refusing to give Qin Sang the upper hand. Otherwise, even though he could wake the Heart-Devouring Insect gu to kill Qin Sang at any moment, the clues to the Nine-Illusion Heavenly Orchid might have been severed once more. "Huh? Is that a secret talisman of the Shangyuan Qingjing Palace?" Seeing the flood dragon spirit soul light up on Qin Sang's body, Yu Hua recognized the origin of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman at a single glance. He murmured, "To escape the demonic lair and still enter the Shangyuan Qingjing Palace, and to have so many treasures on him... It seems his status in the Shangyuan Qingjing Palace isn't low. He truly is a capable fellow..." Yu Hua let out a cold snort. The black flames flared intensely, engulfing the silver knife talisman treasure. Then, without retracting the magic treasure, Yu Hua swept up his Ten Directions Yanluo Array and gave hot pursuit.