Such dumbfounded expressions appeared many times in the following days. This was because of Wang Baole's suggestion that since everyone had obtained the identity of a disciple of the Dao Palace, there was no need to rush back.
After all, this was a rare opportunity for them to come here. They might as well wander around the area and look for places with Restrictive Seals that had not been discovered by others and loot them.
Regardless of whether it was materials or identity tokens, they were all battle merits.
Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao, who were still in shock, agreed to Wang Baole's suggestion in a daze. They followed Wang Baole and embarked on the path of continuous shock.
In fact … after walking out of the area of the Worship Palace Pavilion, they were in the heart of the sword body. The environment and other aspects were extremely harsh. There were many spatial cracks and at the same time, there were many Restrictive Seals.
The reason why there were still many Restrictive Seals in this place and why they had not been broken by cultivators who had obtained the identity of a Dao Palace disciple was because they did not have enough authority as a disciple. Another reason was that the world in the heart of the sword body would change from time to time.
As such, if it were any other disciple of the Dao Palace, they would definitely find it difficult to move forward. However, for Wang Baole, this did not exist. He was still cautious at the start, but when he approached an Restrictive Seal, the Restrictive Seal would automatically stop and even open a door that shone brightly …
All of this had changed.
The Restrictive Seals in front of him all stopped. Even the occasional storm disappeared around Wang Baole as soon as it appeared, as if it was afraid of touching him.
However, this was nothing. Kongdao saw with his own eyes a spatial crack suddenly appear beside Wang Baole. It was like a huge mouth that wanted to swallow Wang Baole whole. However, before it could touch him, the crack seemed to be grabbed by a strange force. It was as if it had shut its mouth and could not struggle, allowing Wang Baole to walk through it smoothly.
This caused an indescribable feeling to rise in Kongdao's heart. A deep sense of injustice made him feel helpless and at the same time, he also felt the strong contrast.
As for the sea of fire and the fire beasts, it was even more so. It was as if this place had become Wang Baole's home. Kongdao even felt that Wang Baole would not be in any danger even if he closed his eyes and walked from the south to the north.
It was in this fashion that the three of them entered one restrictive zone after another ….
Burning pill furnaces, piles of jade slips, medicine towers that stored pills, battlefields, and all kinds of areas were open to the three of them. Most of the time, all they had to do was raise their hands to pick up the items.
There were also more and more identity tokens, as well as medicinal herbs that still had some vitality left in them. There were even refining materials … There were also some strange treasures, such as the Demarcation Bead that could seal the surrounding space for a short period of time and prevent people from teleporting. There were also dozens of them. This kind of looting made Wang Baole and the other two feel like they were in a dream. It was as if everything was unreal.
However, it just so happened that all of this was real. Thus, from the initial increase in their heartbeats, until later on, they were already dazzled. They plundered one place after another, and their harvest was so great that the three of them even forgot about returning.
This was especially so when Kongdao and Zhao Yameng's storage bags were full. The three of them were in a dilemma. They had entered a mountain of treasures but had no place to put them.
"This time, there are at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of battle merits!! Even if I only get a portion of these battle merits, I will still get hundreds of thousands of battle merits. I want to exchange them for the top ninth-grade Dharmic Armament, Shadowstalker Cloak!! " Kongdao slapped himself hard to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Then, he couldn't help but laugh foolishly.
Zhao Yameng's expression was one of confusion. She looked at her own bag of holding, and then at Wang Baole. Not only did her confusion not lessen, it actually increased ….
The looting had reached a point where the three of them couldn't hold anything else in their storage bags. They even threw away some of the more valuable items. Therefore, they had no choice but to call it a day.
"Let's move everything out of here," said Meng Hao. "We'll go back and make some preparations before coming back for more!" Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly as he made his decision. Looking at the final restrictive spell, he began to walk forward.
Kongdao followed along excitedly. Zhao Yameng was the only one who maintained her composure. Although her heart was also racing, she was able to maintain her composure. After taking a few steps forward, she suddenly looked at the restrictive spell area in front of them and frowned.
"Wait a moment, Baole!"
Almost in the same moment that Zhao Yameng spoke, Wang Baole stopped in place. The feeling of relief that had arisen from the fact that everything had gone so smoothly vanished, to be replaced with vigilance and seriousness.
Kong Dao quickly adjusted his state of mind. As he circulated his cultivation base, he instinctively scanned his surroundings. In the end, the three of them exchanged glances, then focused their gazes on the area in front of them, the last restricted area that was originally designated.
This area didn't look very different from the rest of the area. It was a dilapidated mountain, surrounded by restrictive spells. The only thing that was different was that in front of the mountain was a mound of graves!
Atop the mound of graves was half of a tombstone. Because most of it was missing, it was impossible to make out the words on it. Next to the mound of graves were numerous cracks. The small ones were as thick as a finger, and the large ones were large enough to fit a grown man.
Waves of green fog were slowly being emitted from these cracks. However, it didn't drift far away. Instead, it swirled around the mound of graves. Sometimes, it would spread outwards, and other times, it would be sucked into the cracks. It was as if these cracks were huge mouths that were breathing!
What made Wang Baole and Zhao Yameng feel threatened wasn't the restrictive spells here, but … the green fog emitted by the mound of graves!
"Something's not right here …" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and tried to take a few steps closer. Instantly, the restrictive spells stopped operating and formed a door in front of him. However, Wang Baole stood outside the door and didn't take a single step in. In fact, this door was the same as the other restrictive spells. However, there was a strange aura that didn't exist in the other restrictive spells. It blended into Wang Baole's surroundings and allowed him to sense it clearly. Based on his mastery of Dharmic Armaments, he vaguely felt that this aura was somewhat similar to a Divine Armament!
This caused Wang Baole's breathing to quicken. He suddenly raised his right hand and waved it. A seventh-grade flying sword whizzed out and went straight for the mound of graves that was shrouded in green fog.
However, the moment the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament approached, it began to slow down. In the end, it stopped in midair and began to change visibly. It rapidly turned green, and patterns that resembled growth rings appeared on its surface. The entire process took less than ten breaths before the metallic flying sword fell to the ground with a thud.
Wang Baole's connection with this sword was severed in an instant, as if it had been erased. At the same time, the spirit that existed in this sword also seemed to dissipate. All the power of the Dharmic Armament on this sword disappeared, as if it had become an ordinary object!
Most importantly, the sound that the sword made when it fell to the ground was the sound it made!
"The material has changed!" Kongdao took a deep breath and suddenly said. Zhao Yameng also noticed this scene. Clearly, the sound of the sword falling to the ground no longer sounded like metal, but more like a piece of wood!
Wang Baole's expression was ugly. He naturally felt that the material of his seventh-grade Dharmic Armament had turned into wood. At this moment, he already had thoughts of retreating, but he was still somewhat unwilling.
However, at this moment, perhaps because the sound of the wooden sword falling to the ground had awakened some existences, there were actually heavy breathing sounds that suddenly spread out from the grave.
"Hu … hu … hu …"
It did not sound like the breathing of a normal person, but more like that of a wild beast. Almost at the instant that the sound of breathing reverberated, a strong sense of danger exploded in the hearts of Wang Baole and the other two. Without any hesitation, they retreated rapidly.
As they retreated, what seemed to be the roars of all living beings reverberated in their minds. It was as if countless people were screaming crazily. The sound was extremely real, and it formed an impact that caused the retreating trio to spit out blood. That was especially so for Wang Baole, who actually spat out seven to eight mouthfuls of blood. It was only after they struggled to escape a certain distance that they slowly recovered.
"The higher the cultivation, the greater the impact!" Zhao Yameng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked at the distant grave with lingering fear and then looked at the pale-faced Wang Baole.
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