Once the metallic liquid engulfed the earth-colored sphere, it transformed into a sharp force, continually attacking the sphere and aiding the Eight Trigrams Furnace fire in breaking the sphere’s law imprint.
"The Innate Five Elements and Innate Yin Yang have the effect of breaking restrictions. Plus, earth can produce metal, allowing the Taiyi Geng Metal to continuously draw from the sphere’s essence, weakening its strength. Coupled with the power of creation from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, even if this mysterious force is of the twelfth tier, it will be refined within forty-nine days," Zhang Chen quietly calculated a date in his heart.
The main reason is the Eight Trigrams Furnace is a Heaven and Earth Melting Furnace, possessing endless mystery. Additionally, the Innate Qi and Qi of the Five Elements further boost the power of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
Zhang Chen summoned the Fox Spirit: "Watch over the Eight Trigrams Furnace for me. If anyone discovers this place, notify me at once."
"What is this? I feel a great terror within the flames, any leak and I will vanish," Fox Fairy Nannan looked at the Eight Trigrams Furnace with a face full of dread, her eyes filled with fear.
"The flames in this furnace are the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Fire, possessing unbelievable power that even a Yang God True Man can’t withstand. You must be careful and don’t get too close to the furnace," Zhang Chen carefully instructed before walking out of the stone cave, his eyes gazing at the pitch-black night, the perfect time for his actions, and transformed into a Vampire Bat, disappearing among the mountains.
He needed to revisit the battlefield of the previous tomb to see if there were any experience points dropped or any skills fallen.
Zhang Chen transformed into a Vampire Bat and roamed the night sky but dared not casually absorb the moonlight, fearing those old folks and others secretly watching this place.
The Vampire Bat that Zhang Chen transformed glided through the dark sky and, suddenly in the shadows, noticed two figures. With the Vampire Bat’s superior vision, he recognized them at a glance as Mr. Wuliu from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion and an acquaintance: Gu Mingyue.
At that moment, the two were walking among the hills, seemingly discussing something. Judging by their atmosphere, they appeared to be enjoying their conversation.
"Why would Gu Mingyue and Mr. Wuliu appear in these wild mountains late at night? Is there some hidden secret in this deep forest?" Zhang Chen wondered in his heart.
These two old folks coming together surely means no good.
Both are experts and have special senses for the mysterious forces. Zhang Chen dared not approach and only lingered among the mountains, constantly sensing any abnormalities.
Suddenly, Zhang Chen’s heart skipped a beat. As a Vampire Bat, he sensed a very peculiar blood essence.
Zhang Chen followed his senses and landed on an inconspicuous hilltop. His Vampire Bat eyes fell upon a droplet of golden liquid, his pupils shrank unconsciously: "Zhang Shicheng’s blood? Is this the blood from Zhang Shicheng’s dragon body?"
Once upon a time, he drained Zhang Shicheng’s blood, yet Zhang Shicheng’s Walking Flood Dragon transformation was quite peculiar, able to draw upon the world’s fortunes to regenerate blood. Hence his blood flowed again and was divided among the others later.
But how could Zhang Shicheng’s blood appear here, so far from the Yellow River where he transformed into a Walking Flood Dragon?
A multitude of thoughts flickered through Zhang Chen’s mind as dozens of Vampire Bats flew over in the darkness, forming Zhang Chen’s body. He stood there, opened his Dharma Eye to look around but saw nothing unusual.
Zhang Shicheng’s dragon body and Dragon Soul had scattered into the Northern Land’s Ancestral Vein, equivalent to merging into Heaven and Earth. Even Zhang Chen couldn’t perceive the intricacies within.
"Something’s not right, Prince Pingbian’s Mansion and Yellow Heaven Dao are stirring trouble," Zhang Chen checked for traces for a long time but found none, so he collected that drop of blood to feed his little tiger at home, hoping to help it with Washing Marrow and Cutting Hair to awaken its intelligence sooner.
"What’s more important to me is checking the battlefield for any experience points," Zhang Chen thought to himself as he transformed back into a Vampire Bat and flew up, soaring straight into the sky, returning to the battlefield in no time.
Transforming into a Vampire Bat in mid-air, Zhang Chen glanced and inhaled sharply. Ten surrounding mountains had been leveled and turned into piles of rubble, randomly stacked among the hills.
This power exceeds my gunpowder by far, even nuclear explosions can’t compare!
"A fifty-mile radius flattened—this is a Yang God Level expert? Surely, they’re on par with those legendary immortals? Yang God True Man, reaching Great Success as a Ghost Cultivator, akin to an immortal, right? Compared to them, I seem to fall far short." Zhang Chen said to himself.
Then Zhang Chen descended, showing his original form, opened his Dharma Eye to inspect the debris, his eyes brightened seeing vast amounts of experience points glittering within the rubble.
"Sure enough, there are experience points." Zhang Chen was joyful upon seeing the experience points.
"Strange, why are there experience points here, but none from Mr. Wuliu, Gu Mingyue from the Daoist Temple, and others?" A doubt welled up in Zhang Chen’s heart.
The Golden Finger responded as if sensing Zhang Chen’s confusion: [The experience points aren’t dropped by cultivators, but by the mysterious forces! Skills aren’t dropped by cultivators, but by the mysterious forces!]
"Isn’t the Fox Spirit a cultivator too?" Zhang Chen questioned doubtfully.
[The Fox Spirit wields the Transformation of Illusion and Reality and other mysterious powers, she is a cultivator mastering mysterious forces, rather than an ordinary cultivator.]
[The battle here involved twelfth tier mysterious forces erupting, unleashing vast power, resulting in experience points dropping.]
Zhang Chen understood upon hearing this. No wonder sometimes experience points drop, and sometimes they don’t. It turns out there’s this reason.
"I wonder how many experience points this twelfth tier mysterious battle might drop for me." Like an industrious little mouse, Zhang Chen scurried among the mountains, collecting the scattered experience points everywhere.
[Experience Points +500]
[Experience Points +300]
[Experience Points +400]
[Experience Points +600]
[Experience Points +200]
...
No wonder this is a twelfth tier mysterious force, especially one in fierce conflict—Zhang Chen was indeed having a bountiful harvest, collecting a substantial amount of experience points.
Not only did the court’s twelfth tier mysterious force drop experience points, but the Tree Coffin dropped them as well, and the Tree Coffin was the major contributor.
The Tree Coffin, of an unknown level of mysterious force, holds a power that’s profoundly mysterious, capable of even reversing human lifespan, so its level might even surpass a twelfth tier mysterious force.
With the court’s twelfth tier mysterious force, combined with the Tree Coffin, each dropping experience points as their confrontation clashed, the numbers were astronomical.
After collecting the ground experience points, Zhang Chen transformed into a stream of water, infiltrated the stone crevices searching for buried experience points. At dawn, Zhang Chen stood atop the stone piles, viewing the experience points he’d gathered, his mouth widened in disbelief, eyes full of incredulity.
Carefully counting the "zeros" on the interface, Zhang Chen poured over the numbers countless times before his gaze left the screen, inhaling fresh air in disbelief: "Can’t be? Seriously? So many experience points? More than what was gained from the Cursed Demon God sealing grounds beneath the tomb?"
Staring at the experience points, Zhang Chen’s eyes were filled with disbelief, then summoned the Golden Finger interface and meticulously counted: "One, two, three, four, five, six...no mistake, precisely six zeros."
Six zeros preceded by a one and a four, exactly fourteen million experience points.
"Why so many?" Zhang Chen pondered, "Could it be that the experience points from a stationary twelfth tier mysterious force differ from those during a fierce confrontation? Such an explanation seems reasonable."
"Unfortunately, the skill I most desired hasn’t dropped. It’s a skill from a twelfth tier mysterious force, and if gained, it would be a major surprise." Zhang Chen lamented, secretly muttering.