BTTH : Emperor Yang

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Right after that, Yao Lao and Wei Yang simultaneously made their moves, sealing the glowing orb that contained the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint’s remnant thought. They then placed it into a jade bottle and tossed it to Xiao Yan.

Catching it carefully, Xiao Yan immediately stored it away with the utmost caution. After that came the part everyone looked forward to—the looting of the three old devils’ storage rings. There were three rings, so naturally, each of them took one.

Holding his ring, Wei Yang closed his eyes slightly. Soul power flowed out from the center of his brow, along his arm, and into the ring.

Since the Three He Demon Ghosts were all dead, the soul imprints within their rings were defenseless. Wei Yang easily swept through and erased them in one go. Then, after his soul power probed around inside the ring’s space, his eyebrows lifted, and a small smile appeared on his face.

These three old demons were indeed quite wealthy. Not bad at all.

There was plenty of miscellaneous junk, but more importantly, within the ring in Wei Yang’s hand alone, there were over a dozen Tier 8 pills. The grades ranged from three-colored all the way up to eight-colored.

Without question, this was an astonishing fortune. The lifetime accumulation of the Three He Demon Ghosts had now all become the spoils of Wei Yang and his companions. After briefly sorting through the contents, Wei Yang stored his ring away.

At that time, Yao Lao and Xiao Yan had also finished searching theirs.

”Not a bad harvest,” Xiao Yan said with a grin. He then clenched his palm, and a scroll emitting faint golden light appeared in his hand.

”What’s that?” Wei Yang and Yao Lao both turned toward him, the scroll seeming somewhat familiar.

”It’s the King Kong Glass Body that was auctioned off at the trade fair earlier. Turns out that Di He Zi bought it. Heh, guess we got lucky,” Xiao Yan chuckled.

The King Kong Glass Body was a Low-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique—a rare body-tempering and defensive Dou Technique.

Xiao Yan had been tempted during the auction but hadn’t made a bid. He had felt a bit regretful afterward, but unexpectedly, it had delivered itself into his hands.

”This auction turned out great for us. We didn’t spend much, but our gains are huge,” Xiao Yan said with a light smile.

”Those three bastards cultivated using women as their cauldrons. With that kind of depraved behavior, they deserved this end. Taking their belongings doesn’t bother my conscience in the slightest,” Wei Yang said with a shrug.

Xiao Yan nodded. The Three He Demon Ghosts had committed countless atrocities, ruining who knows how many women. Meeting this fate was poetic justice. They had, in a sense, rid the world of three scourges.

”Let’s head back to Falling Star Pavilion first. For now, we’ll quietly monitor any news regarding the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree. If the information turns out to be true, I’m afraid the entire Central Plains will soon be in an uproar,” Yao Lao said with a faint smile.

”When that happens, the Ancient Wasteland Region will be the center of chaos.”

”Oh right, speaking of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree, I happen to have something that might be useful,” Wei Yang said as he flipped his hand, producing a jade bottle.

”Oh?” Both Yao Lao and Xiao Yan turned their gazes toward him. Through the slightly translucent bottle, they could see a pea-sized, emerald-green bead floating within.

”What’s that?” Yao Lao asked in surprise.

”The Bodhisattva Seed. I extracted it earlier when refining Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva,” Wei Yang explained casually.

”You actually have something like this? Let me see!” Yao Lao said excitedly, reaching out eagerly to take the bottle and pop the lid open.

”This is the legendary Bodhisattva Seed?” Xiao Yan leaned in curiously, peering down at it.

Yao Lao carefully lifted the green bead and examined it up close.

Its texture wasn’t smooth like a gem; rather, it was slightly rough to the touch. But when held in one’s palm, it emitted a faint warmth, carrying with it a strong sense of vitality

and, faintly, a trace of spiritual essence.

”There’s no doubt about it — this is a Bodhisattva Seed!” Yao Lao narrowed his eyes slightly as he held the jade-green bead between his fingers, his voice soft. ”I’ve seen records of it in some ancient texts.”

Xiao Yan also examined it carefully and nodded slightly.

To think that even before the opportunity of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree began, they had already laid eyes on the legendary Bodhisattva Seed. The Bodhisattva Seed, just like the Bodhisattva Heart, was said to be a treasure born of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree.

Although it was far inferior to the Bodhisattva Heart in terms of value, it was still an extremely rare and precious item.

Normally, once a Bodhisattva Seed fell from the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree, it would instantly disintegrate into dust and scatter with the wind, making it nearly impossible for outsiders to obtain.

Not to mention, the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree only appeared once every thousand years. Its existence was so scarce that it could almost be considered a myth.

According to legend, each time the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree appeared, countless experts went through countless trials and dangers just to reach it.

Yet, only those who could pass the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree’s ”Hundred Reincarnation” trial would be granted a single Bodhisattva Seed. That alone showed how extraordinary this item was.

Many thoughts flashed through Yao Lao’s mind as he carefully placed the jade-green Bodhisattva Seed back into the jade bottle, sealed the lid, and set an energy seal over it. He handled it with utmost reverence.

”Although its purity is somewhat low, this item will definitely be useful in the future. I’ll study it further once we return,” Yao Lao said with a faint smile.

”Not only can it allow its holder to sense the location of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree and guide them to it, but it’s also the main ingredient for refining a Bodhisattva Pill.”

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both nodded slightly.

The Bodhisattva Pill was a Tier 8 pill, one capable of attracting an eight-colored or even nine-colored Pill Lightning. Its effect was to increase the chance of breaking through to Ban Sheng by twenty percent.

Don’t underestimate that small increase — for those who were stuck at the peak of Nine-Change Dou Zun, even a one-percent chance was worth trading their entire fortune for, let alone twenty.

In the original story, Xiao Yan himself had consumed this very pill, and with the help of the Bodhisattva Heart, he had swiftly broken through to become a One-Star Dou Sheng.

”Let’s go, we should head back,” Yao Lao said.

The three of them didn’t linger any longer and immediately set out, returning to Falling Star Pavilion.

After arriving back, they each went about their respective tasks. Only two days later, news of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree’s imminent emergence spread like a storm — sweeping across the entire Central Plains with terrifying speed.

Before this once-in-a-millennium opportunity — one that involved the chance to ascend to Saint the whole of Central Plains was completely thrown into chaos. Even those reclusive old monsters who hadn’t appeared for centuries were instantly stirred by this explosive piece of news.

Though the Ancient Wasteland Region was known to be unimaginably dangerous — a forbidden zone for humankind — all such dangers paled in comparison to the temptation before them. This time, the lure of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree was simply irresistible.

In the face of the chance to become a Dou Sheng, even so-called forbidden zones no longer held any fear. A Dou Sheng represented the absolute pinnacle of this world. To reach that fabled realm, countless experts had spent their entire lives struggling, yet never managed to touch it.

But no amount of suffering or hardship could extinguish humanity’s yearning for that one word — Saint.

As long as there was even the slightest hope — even half a percent chance of success — people would throw themselves at it without hesitation, like moths drawn to flame. Even knowing that death was the most likely outcome, they would still not waver in the slightest.

They did not fear death. What they feared was the absence of hope — the torment of stagnation lasting millennia, the endless suffering of being forever stuck in place.

Thus, this time — this once-in-a-thousand-years emergence of the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree might very well be the one and only chance in many people’s lives to come closest to the realm of Dou Sheng.

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