Such a divine pattern treasure was not sothing Lin Chang’sheng would let slip by; he imdiately delved into its research.
No matter what sort of secret technique was hidden within these fangs, as long as he mastered it, it would definitely amplify his power by a significant margin.
After all, this was a divine pattern bred within the body of an exotic beast capable of contending with a Divine Dragon—there might even be a remnant bloodline inheritance left behind.
...
Immortal Realm, Futian Province.
This region was the foremost province of the Northern Realm, teeming with intricate factions; in addition to the many major sects standing tall, each powerful clan also held sway over various forces.
The most dominant among these was the Gu Family.
The Gu Family had thrived here for over fifty thousand years, producing countless experts within its lineage, thus earning the title of First Clan of the Northern Realm.
Luocheng, Gu Family.
At this mont, within a tranquil Great Hall, rows upon rows of oil lamps burned brightly.
These lamps seed not to need any oil, yet could burn for thousands of years without extinguishing.
For these were no ordinary oil lamps, but the Life Divine Lamps entered into the Gu Family genealogy and lit for each mber of the clan.
As long as the Divine Lamp remained ablaze, even if one’s body fell, their Divine Soul could return and be reborn anew.
Whoosh—
All of a sudden, one oil lamp abruptly went dark, startling the watcher, who imdiately grabbed the extinguished Divine Lamp and hurried off to report.
Gu Family’s Great Hall.
"What? Gu Ji is dead, and even his Primordial Spirit didn’t escape?"
Inside the hall sat all the elders of the Gu Family, while upon the highest seat was a middle-aged man.
The man’s figure was robust, his forehead broad and high, his nose straight and commanding.
A black bead the size of a fist hung from his neck—one could tell his physical strength was monstrous.
Upon hearing the report, Gu Yuan’s heart involuntarily jolted, swiftly followed by a wave of fury.
Even though Gu Ji had erred and been banished from the Immortal Realm, he was still one of the Gu Family. Yet in the end, he t his demise in the land of exile.
Whoever could kill Gu Ji must possess extraordinary cultivation.
"Indeed, Elder Gu Ji’s Divine Lamp is extinguished! He has fallen."
The Lamp Servant, responsible for watching over the Divine Lamps, replied respectfully.
"Bring the Divine Lamp here!"
With a wave of his hand, Gu Yuan summoned the extinguished Divine Lamp through the air.
He then sent a ray of light into the Divine Lamp, and at once the scene before Gu Ji’s death appeared.
A young man brandished a long saber, piercing Gu Ji’s heart directly, then shattered even his Primordial Spirit.
"That boy has so nerve!"
Gu Yuan roared in fury—Gu Ji had already identified himself as a mber of the Gu Family, yet this youth still showed no rcy, crushing Gu Ji on the spot.
This only ant the youth didn’t regard the Gu Family at all.
"Patriarch, this boy should be from the Lower Realm. Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly be ignorant of our Gu Family’s status in the Immortal Realm. The mont he steps into the Immortal Realm will be the mont of his death!"
From a seat among the elders, a burly man spoke up.
This man was covered in thick hair, with a full beard framing his cheeks.
A deep scar ran from his eye’s corner, though fortunately it’d missed the eye itself.
Clearly, this was an aggressive and ruthless man.
"Very well. Third Elder, I’ll leave this matter to you. That brat is too unbridled—don’t let him live!"
Gu Yuan tossed Gu Ji’s Divine Lamp over to the Third Elder.
In his eyes, an ant from the Lower Realm could hardly have any real strength.
At most, he’d be at the Void Refining Stage. The Third Elder would be more than enough to crush him.
"Rest assured, Patriarch!"
The Third Elder accepted the order and left with the Divine Lamp.
This Divine Lamp could be used to track the enemy’s whereabouts.
So long as the target entered the Immortal Realm, even at the Ends of the Earth, he could be hunted down.
....
Immortal Realm, Myriad Swords Mountain.
Here, countless peaks stood tall, lined up like blades piercing out from the earth.
Surrounding ancient swords soared a hundred zhang high, radiating formidable might.
This was the territory of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.
Cyan Cloud Peak.
Residence of the Sixth Elder of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.
At this mont, within the Great Hall, the black-robed Sixth Elder was faintly uneasy.
Because Jian Fan and Qing Luo had already been gone for so ti, yet no word had co back at all.
This was unlike anything Jian Fan would normally do.
"Could it be—"
The Sixth Elder’s heart leapt, a surge of angry suspicion flooding his mind.
"Impossible—soone from the Lower Realm couldn’t possibly be that capable, could they?"
The Sixth Elder didn’t want to dwell on that possibility. After all, Jian Fan and Qing Luo were not to be underestimated.
They were his most talented disciples; with just a bit more, they could break through to the Void Refinent Realm. How could they die at the hands of outcasts from the Abandoned Land?
"Wait three more days. If there’s still no news, I’ll assu—"
The Sixth Elder muttered to himself. If three days passed and no ssage arrived, Jian Fan and Qing Luo were probably dead by then.
At that point, he’d have to take matters into his own hands and crush that brat personally.
...
Ti swept by, and two days passed in a flash.
Lin Chang’sheng spent these two days consud by research of the divine pattern amidst the bones.
This divine pattern was intricate and bewildering—despite Lin Chang’sheng’s prodigious talent, after two whole days, he still couldn’t see its depths.
"This isn’t an immortal technique, nor a law? What on earth is it?"
Staring at the flickering divine pattern, Lin Chang’sheng furrowed his brow slightly.
Still, he did not give up. He knew this divine pattern was extraordinary—should he gain enlightennt, it would surely help him imnsely.
The Immortal Realm overflowed with dangers. The more strength he had, the better his chances of survival.
Thus, Lin Chang’sheng threw himself back into unraveling the divine pattern.
Fortunately, Heaven favored the diligent; as the third day arrived, Lin Chang’sheng finally reached an epiphany.
Buzzzzz—
The divine patterns wove themselves together, forming a strange design, manifesting at last into a vivid image of a Behemoth.
He saw the Behemoth stomp both legs to the ground, pounding its chest and stamping its feet; the earth within a ten-li radius began to rapidly sink and collapse, even ancient trees and stone mountains getting pulverized to dust by an invisible force.
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