Chapter 736: Mid‑Tier Sacred Relic, Refining the Divine Spirit Liquid
Staring at the two Thunder Dragon Heaven‑Shattering Seals in his hands, now each marked with the words East and North, Mo Yu's heart stirred. He had already guessed it—the complete artifact must be divided into four parts, one for each direction: east, west, south, and north.
While he pondered, the lightning weaving across both seals grew brighter. Startled, he noticed faint tremors pulsing from them, the vibration intensifying with each passing breath. Then, with a resonant hum, the two seals lifted gently from his palms and hovered before him.
Clash!
A sharp crack split the air. Explosive arcs of thunder burst outward, and the two seals drew closer, slowly merging as a thunderous roar rolled through the skies.
Roar!
A resounding dragon cry shook heaven and earth. Above, the storming thunder condensed into a colossal dragon of lightning, tens of thousands of feet long.
Its immense body curled across the void, and its blazing eyes of thunder pierced downward. Even seasoned Sovereigns felt their hearts tremble beneath its gaze.
But Mo Yu stood unmoved, watching the thunder dragon with cool anticipation in his eyes, as if he already knew what was coming.
Boom!
Lightning convulsed across the dragon's body, and then, with a furious howl, it dove.
The heavens quaked as that titanic shadow plummeted like a star, smashing violently into the two floating Thunder Dragon Seals below.
Boom!
The impact thundered through the world. Lightning cascaded around the seals as they merged completely, bound together by the dragon's power. Out of the blinding silver radiance emerged a single, flawless new Thunder Dragon Heaven‑Shattering Seal.
Though its shape looked unchanged, it now radiated a pressure as vast as divine judgment itself—majestic and absolute.
When Mo Yu reached out and grasped it, it felt shockingly light, weightless in his hand, yet he could sense its extraordinary power. Even an Earth Sovereign would be gravely wounded if struck by it.
"This power… it's comparable to a mid‑tier sacred relic," murmured one of the watching elites, eyes wide with disbelief.
Sacred relics—true treasures of the Great Thousand World—were beyond the reach of most Lower Earth Sovereigns. To see one reborn before them was enough to stir envy even in the deepest hearts.
Yet no one dared move to seize it. The memory of Mo Yu effortlessly defeating Zhong Cang and Ao Sha was still too fresh; even envy couldn't overcome fear.
Soon after, the Feng Emperor broke free from his duel with the Ice Pavilion Lord and arrived at Mo Yu's side. Seeing the gleaming seal in Mo Yu's palm, even he sighed with admiration.
"What a terrifying artifact. Its aura really isn't inferior to a mid‑tier sacred relic. You truly found a treasure at that auction in the Shang Continent."
"Mid‑tier sacred relic, huh?" Mo Yu replied softly, silver eyes flickering with thought.
If merely merging the North fragment could raise the artifact to this level, what heights might it reach after fusing all four? Perhaps beyond sacred relics entirely—into something transcendent.
As that thought crossed his mind, the Thunder Dragon Seal suddenly rose from his hand. Its engraved dragon opened its jaws and tilted toward the silver lightning lake below.
Buzz!
A strange resonance echoed through the air. Light gathered within the dragon's mouth before a powerful suction force burst forth.
Crash!
The entire lake erupted. Waves of molten lightning surged upward as countless silver‑white columns of thunder were drawn into the dragon's gaping maw.
These ascending bolts were thick like liquid, crackling with condensed power so dense that even space itself warped beneath their weight. Yet the seal devoured them without end, gulping down the terrifying thunder slurry as if it were nothing.
The onlookers fell silent in alarm. That lake wasn't ordinary—it was composed of pure spiritual thunder drawn from the ancient Thunder Saint's very life force. Not even an Earth Sovereign dared to enter it. Now, though, the overwhelming energy was being consumed endlessly by the seal.
Under the stunned gazes of all, the Thunder Dragon Seal appeared like a bottomless abyss, greedily absorbing lightning essence. Inside it, faint wisps of golden mist began to condense, swirling together into a single shape.
A terrifying spiritual fluctuation rippled outward.
"Divine Spirit Liquid!" shouted one of the sovereigns, face twisting in shock.
At his cry, the entire realm erupted. The seven remaining Bloodrock Earth Sovereigns' eyes widened in disbelief. Feng Yuanzi reacted first, his voice steady yet awed. "That seal—it's refining the lake's lightning essence into Divine Spirit Liquid!"
The realization rippled through the gathered rulers. Indeed, the sacred liquid could only be refined through such means—by devouring immense amounts of lightning power deep enough to match the Thunder Saint's own.
Excitement flashed in their eyes.
Even Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord, barely standing after their wounds, stared on in helpless rage. "This damned outsider… fortune favors him too much!" Zhong Cang spat, teeth clenched. "Our realm's treasure, stolen before our eyes!"
Meanwhile, the Feng Emperor's eyes gleamed with joy. "Unexpected—but he's truly found it."
Then, from elsewhere above the lake, an elated cry rose. "This jade bottle—it's refining Spirit Liquid too!"
Everyone turned sharply. The Beast Dominion's lord held aloft a jade vessel covered in ancient runes—and indeed, it was absorbing lightning essence from below, refining slowly into golden vapor. Its absorption, however, was sluggish compared to Mo Yu's seal.
The jade bottle had come from one of the previous light orbs; the Beast Dominion Lord had assumed it useless—until now.
Seeing this, the other leaders grew restless. "There must be more refining artifacts here!"
In moments, more cries followed.
"Found one—here!" shouted the Barbarian Wilderness Sect master, displaying a small crystal goblet glowing faintly as it began to drink in the lightning runoff, though far more slowly.
"I've got one too!"
"Another here!"
Soon, the whole scene filled with motion. Several strange ancient implements were pulled from storage, each absorbing streaks of thunder essence and converting it into Divine Spirit Liquid—albeit feebly. None could compare to the immense power of Mo Yu's Thunder Dragon Seal, whose extraction rate surpassed theirs by tenfold.
The gap chilled them.
"No good," one growled. "That seal is too powerful! At this rate, he'll drain the lake first and refine the purest, strongest Spirit Liquid!"
"We need better conduits!"
All seven Bloodrock Earth Sovereigns exchanged dark glances. Then, as one, their eyes locked upon the remaining three light orbs still circling in the air above the lake—each radiating extraordinary energy.
Moments later, battle erupted again. Blinding clashes filled the skies as the factions scrambled for the final treasures.
After a fierce struggle, the orbs finally fell—one each—into the hands of the three dominant alliances: the Asura Gate and Blood Shark Pavilion in one faction; the Barbarian and Beast clans forming another; and lastly, Dao Palace with the Snow Valley Sect united as a third.
Within each orb lay a crystal jade pitcher etched with glowing runes—their new refining artifacts.
Excited, the three factions immediately activated the vessels. Light burst from their mouths as thunder essence was drawn in streams, weaving golden light within. Ripples of condensed energy shimmered around the pitchers, proof that Divine Spirit Liquid was beginning to form inside.
A wave of delight swept through the rival factions—their pace of absorption now far better than before, though still short of Mo Yu's.
Zhong Cang, Ao Sha, and their allies exhaled slightly in relief. Yet their gazes toward Mo Yu remained seething with frustration. That single seal of his devoured more lightning essence in seconds than all their pitchers combined.
"Damn outsider…" Zhong Cang whispered through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his temples.
Still, no one dared provoke him further. Without the intervention of the Barbarian Sect earlier, Zhong Cang and Ao Sha would already be corpses.
The thunder lake boiled violently now. Jets of molten lightning erupted skyward, thick and blazing, riddled with glittering crystal flecks—the tangible manifestation of pure, compressed spiritual power.
This lake was formed from the Thunder Saint's very essence, the residue of his life's cultivation.
Even a Lower Earth Sovereign would normally fear to absorb such power—it was too concentrated, its force capable of overwhelming and eroding one's own essence. Yet now, that terrifying energy poured ceaselessly into the waiting artifacts of the nine Earth Sovereigns.
Mo Yu sat cross‑legged in the air, the Thunder Dragon Seal suspended before him. A vast column of lightning hundreds of feet wide surged upward, drawn into the seal like an ocean being swallowed by a whale. The rate of absorption was awe‑inspiring—ten times faster than any other device.
Every time the surrounding factions glanced at him, their eyes reddened with envy. The lake's reserves, though immense, were finite. At this speed, it would be drained soon—and the purest batch of Divine Spirit Liquid would belong wholly to Mo Yu.
Such liquid represented more than treasure—it was the boundary to advancement. A single step upward from a Lower to an Upper Earth Sovereign meant absolute dominion across the continent. One ruled corners of the northern lands; the other could command them entire.
Even Mo Yu, despite his feats, knew that the difference in might remained vast. The Divine Spirit Liquid was the bridge he needed.
The gentle hiss of lightning currents filled the silent grand hall as the absorption continued. Around him, the Bloodrock factions watched quietly, thoughts flickering dark behind their calm faces.
The Thunder Saint's hidden trove had almost reached its end.
(END CHAPTER)
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