In the secret space of the Titan Giant Ape, Zhang Xiaohao was unaware of the situation outside. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care much because the arrival of the Spiritual Mountain forces was already within their group’s calculations.
At this ti.
Zha Muzhen, holding Hei Wuchang, sped towards the Titan Giant Ape’s cave, led by Zhang Xiaohao.
After half a day, the three of them stopped at the Titan Giant Ape’s cave.
Upon entering the cave, Zha Muzhen placed Hei Wuchang on the ground, positioning him in a five-heart worshiping the heaven cultivation pose.
"Sir, Hei Wuchang is gravely injured, and it’s likely that he’s truly wounded this ti. At this rate, it’ll take him at least several thousand years to awaken," Zha Muzhen said seriously.
"No matter! With here, he will wake very soon," Zhang Xiaohao said confidently.
"I trust in you, Sir." Zha Muzhen nodded.
Zhang Xiaohao walked to Hei Wuchang, took the Sea Snake Three Spirit Fork and the Heavenly Battle Armor, and then took the Xuantian Jiao Sword. Looking at the shattered traces on the Xuantian Jiao Sword, which resembled a spider web, densely all over, just by the appearance, the Xuantian Jiao Sword seed truly unusable.
"Sir, is the Xuantian Jiao Sword ruined?" Zha Muzhen asked.
"Yes! It’s already shattered in this way, it’s almost unusable! If those old guys from the clan knew I broke the Xuantian Jiao Sword, their expressions would surely be brilliant!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled playfully.
"Indeed! To seize this Xuantian Jiao Sword, besides the Spirit King Ancestor, the clan’s strong forces were all mobilized, defeating the hundred races and various powers to obtain this sword! It’s unexpected that it’s now in this state," Zha Muzhen lanted.
"Enough lanting, things are made to be used, only by using them can their value be realized," Zhang Xiaohao said.
With a flip of his palm, he stored the shattered Xuantian Jiao Sword into the Shennong Ring.
Then, retrieved the storage bag and the mask of Erlang God from Hei Wuchang’s hand.
"Zha Muzhen, where are those storage bags you acquired earlier?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Please wait a mont, Sir!" Zha Muzhen said.
His hands ford a gesture, tracing a complex space pattern on his left arm, and storage bags surged out of the space within.
Zhang Xiaohao accepted them without refusal, grabbing the storage bags all in one hand.
"What’s the deal with the space on your arm?" Zhang Xiaohao asked curiously.
"In response, Sir, it’s a secret technique from our clan!" Zha Muzhen explained.
With another hand gesture, an ancient book with white pages flew out from his left arm; he received the secret technique and respectfully handed it to Zhang Xiaohao.
Zhang Xiaohao accepted it without hesitation, storing the pale secret technique.
"Look after Hei Wuchang here; I’m going inside to find a way to heal him!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
After speaking, he walked towards the outside.
After a short ti, Zhang Xiaohao wielded the Sea Snake Three Spirit Fork, violently pounding the walls around him, opening a hole thirty feet long and several feet wide, with a wave of his hand, he set up a formation at the entrance before heading inside.
He tossed the storage bags onto the ground, creating a pile as high as a small mountain; from the look, there were at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand.
Besides these, there were masks from Spiritual Mountain, Heavenly Court, Underworld, and True Immortal Alliance.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t delay, flipping his right hand to hold a storage bag, and cast the World-purifying Heavenly Fire into his palm, while sending magic formulas from his hand, starting to refine.
The owners of these storage bags were already dead; under Zhang Xiaohao’s refining, with ti and space Supre Law talents assisting, Zhang Xiaohao’s refining speed was astonishingly fast.
If this scene spread out, a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator refining a group of Great Power storage bags at such a heavens-defying speed would surely drop jaws.
Years flew by in the blink of an eye, and three years had passed.
Throughout these three years, Zhang Xiaohao devoted all his efforts to refining the storage bags, including Erlang God’s Mahayana Peak storage bag, all refined by Zhang Xiaohao.
Moreover, as he continuously utilized ti and space talents over these three years, he made small advancents in both laws, and even his cultivation improved, breaking through to the Late-stage Golden Core, with such solid foundations.
"Whew! Finally refined them all." Zhang Xiaohao exhaled long.
Without rest, he slapped his hand, and spiritual dicines flew out rapidly from the storage bags in front of him, filling the cave. These spiritual dicines were only a small part; if released all at once, they’d reach at least the height of Mount Tai.
"Not bad! After so much effort and damaging a Xuantian Jiao Sword, it’s all finally worthwhile," Zhang Xiaohao nodded contentedly.
With a sweep of his divine thought, he checked the spiritual dicines before him.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes lit up with delight.
"These spiritual dicines, combined with the Spring Radiance of All Things, are enough to shorten the awakening ti of Hei Wuchang."
Imdiately, Zhang Xiaohao swayed his body, appearing before the spiritual dicines, pressed his hands on them, operating the Spring Radiance of All Things divine skill. Golden glows flickered on his hands, and nurous golden glows, with the spiritual power from the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture, rushed crazily onto the pile of spiritual dicines.
anwhile, the spiritual power within him consud rapidly as if drinking water, Zhang Xiaohao seemingly unaffected, flipped a hand to produce the previous Jade Purity Bottle, tilted to swallow a drop of lake water; each drop was equivalent to a top-grade spirit stone, filled with dense spiritual power.
With abundant spiritual power support, countless golden lights fell on the pile of spiritual dicines in front, and the ages of these dicines increased rapidly.
From initially three or four hundred years, ascending month by month.
Ti flowed like water, and ten years elapsed in an instant.
This day, Zhang Xiaohao suddenly withdrew his hands, looking at the pile of spiritual dicines before him, nodding with satisfaction.
"Such effort devoted, finally cultivated them all into ten-thousand-year spiritual dicines, at last not in vain," Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile.
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