Yang Qingxuan left the teleportation area and found a barren mountain range. Then, he opened up a cave and went in to cultivate.
He did not have much time to heal as he was rushing all the way.
Yang Qingxuan took out a large amount of Star Bright Stones and set up a simple Spirit Gathering Formation. Then, he placed the Heaven and Earth Five Flags at the entrance of the cave and began to meditate.
After a few days, he finally healed the last bit of his internal injuries.
His body was full of Zhen Qi and it was unobstructed. Moreover, his body was filled with the power of an expert. When he clenched his fists slightly, there were sounds of thunder and wind from his acupuncture points and bones, constantly surging out power.
Yang Qingxuan exhaled and reached out his hand. A grey light appeared on his five fingers and turned into an iron mace. It was covered with thread-like lumps. Looking carefully, it looked like the body of a dragon twisting irregularly.
Yang Qingxuan inserted a few simple seals into it. The iron mace flew in the air and emitted a hazy light. However, it was very dim and covered the mace.
After pondering for a while, he thought of some seals to activate and unseal ancient treasures. He tested them on the iron mace one by one, but they were all ineffective.
He immediately lost his patience and grabbed in the air. A figure flew out and fell to the ground.
It was Shang Pan. His whole body was covered in injuries and his acupuncture points were sealed.
"How do you use this iron mace?"
Yang Qingxuan said expressionlessly.
"Just give up. I will never … Ah …"
Before Shang Pan could finish his words, he let out a miserable scream.
Yang Qingxuan directly stepped forward and stepped on his stomach. He scolded, "Since your bones are hard, I will break all your bones first. Let's see how hard you can be."
Shang Pan gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you break all my bones, I will not say anything."
Yang Qingxuan sneered, "How can it be so simple? I will cut you into pieces, starting from your legs. I will cut you bit by bit until you are about to die. Then, I will heal your injuries and cut you again bit by bit."
Shang Pan said with a trembling voice, "You demon."
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
After saying that, he took out a small knife and stepped forward. "Do you think I'm just going to cut you up and torture you? I want to shatter your Dao heart before I search your soul. "
Shang Pan's face turned deathly pale. He had thought that it was just physical pain, and he would endure it no matter what. Even if he died, he wouldn't let the other party have their way. However, once he repeatedly cut his body, his mind would definitely become numb after a long period of intense torture, giving the other party an opportunity to take advantage of him.
He was very clear about the strength of Yang Qingxuan's soul. After being hit by the iron mace, Yang Qingxuan was able to recover in an instant. His strength was almost to a terrifying extent.
If such a powerful soul were to grasp his weakness and forcefully search his soul, the result would probably be …
Shang Pan began to tremble, beads of sweat rolled down his face, scared to death.
Yang Qingxuan sneered and slashed at Shang Pan. However, he didn't aim to slice off Shang Pan's leg, but to stab into his chest.
"Chi."
The blade directly pierced through his body.
Shang Pan screamed.
Yang Qingxuan's right hand formed a claw and slammed on Shang Pan's head, forcibly injecting his soul power.
"Ah! You'll die a horrible death! I won't let you succeed! "
Shang Pan wailed in pain and struggled desperately.
Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly, ignored him, and focused on searching Shang Pan's soul.
Originally, he wanted to break through Shang Pan's psychological defense by slicing him. However, as soon as he said that, Shang Pan was scared out of his wits. Therefore, he directly slashed at Shang Pan, shattering his Dao heart, and directly searched his soul.
However, this also triggered Shang Pan's dying struggle and resistance.
A large amount of memories and soul power were rapidly shattered, and Yang Qingxuan was also dizzy. It was extremely uncomfortable.
If Shang Pan was an ordinary three-star peak Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator, he naturally wouldn't have a problem. However, Shang Pan's talent was frighteningly strong, not much weaker than Yang Qingxuan.
Half an hour later, Shang Pan's resistance weakened, and a dazed look appeared on his face. Finally, Yang Qingxuan threw him to the ground like trash.
Yang Qingxuan's face was also very pale. Searching Shang Pan's soul had exhausted his essence, energy, and soul power. He hurriedly sat down, swallowed some pills, and circulated the Formless Buddha's Vows Sutra.
A day later, Yang Qingxuan recovered from his exhausted state. He began to form seals with both hands, displaying a set of incantations. It was the method to activate an ancient treasure that he had plundered from Shang Pan's memories.
It turned out that this treasure was called Dragon's Authority. Even in the era when ancient treasures were rampant, it was a famous artifact that had suppressed and killed countless supreme experts.
Countless dragon souls were poured into this artifact. According to legend, this artifact was originally refined from the Black Dragon Clan's realm. It contained the entire realm's Black Dragon and planet. Therefore, it was incomparably fierce and unstoppable.
Moreover, it had become a unique existence among ancient treasures. Very few people could directly use this treasure. They would need a set of incantations to guide and refine it.
Yang Qingxuan continued to send incantations into the artifact. The dark light around the iron mace gradually dissipated, revealing its true body.
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand, and the ancient treasure seemed to sense it. It trembled in the air and flew into his hand. It felt heavy, as if he was holding tens of thousands of tons of metal.
He waved it a few times in the air, and a rumbling sound rang out. The entire cave couldn't withstand the power, and the mountain began to collapse.
Yang Qingxuan continued to wave it, displaying a set of martial skills. Although his movements were very slow, each move contained boundless power.
Towards the end, his entire body began to fuse with the iron mace and the martial skill. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as when Shang Pan had used it that day. It was just not as smooth as Shang Pan.
It turned out that when Yang Qingxuan searched Shang Pan's memories, not only did he find the key to the iron mace, but he also found all of Shang Pan's comprehension, refinement, and martial skills. There was also a vast amount of information regarding martial arts, the eastern universe, and the Shang Clan. It all entered Yang Qingxuan's mind, and he couldn't digest it all in a short time.
"Boom!"
The entire mountain range collapsed under the swing of the iron mace, but Yang Qingxuan ignored it. He was completely immersed in the martial skill, and he continued to use it over and over again.
After an unknown period of time or days, Yang Qingxuan finally finished executing another round of the martial technique, and he came to a stop.
His mind slowly came out of the swing, and he finally returned to his body. Only then did he let out a heavy breath.
His entire body was soaked in sweat, and his stamina had dropped to the extreme.
However, Yang Qingxuan knew that he had completely grasped the iron mace and martial skill.
At this moment, a chuckle sounded, "Congratulations, friend. After refining this treasure, your martial skill has reached perfection. I'm afraid you're at the top of your peers."
Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, "I was careless. I didn't notice that someone was spying on me."
He focused his mind and looked into the void.
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