"I'm here for an exchange." Fang Yun went straight to the point.
"Please."
The Holy Spirit's voice was a little stiff. After all, it was a stone talking.
Fang Yun nodded and continued flying forward.
Fang Yun took a closer look at the Holy Spirit. From its appearance, it looked like a giant stone man. Other than the Holy Qi around it, there was nothing special about it.
Then, the Holy Spirit fell back to a mountain. Its body quickly changed into an ordinary stone and slid down the slope to the foot of the mountain. In the end, it stopped moving like a giant rock.
Fang Yun smiled. There were very few mountain giants in the Ancient Monster Clan, and he had never seen such a scene in the Mountain Carrying Inheritance. This was his first time seeing one.
Fang Yun continued flying forward. Along the way, he encountered humanoid Holy Spirits or stone Holy Spirits, but none of them stopped him.
Not long after, Fang Yun finally arrived at the edge of the Holy Tooth Peak.
There were many large stones scattered around the mountainside and foot of the peak. Some were dark, some were light, and there were at least 1,000 of them. Including those that were blocked by the peak, there were at least 10,000 Holy Spirits here.
However, most of the Holy Spirits were in hibernation. They would only wake up when the Holy Tooth Peak was attacked.
It was said that a Holy Spirit was sleeping in the highest mountain range of the Holy Tooth Peak. It was the guardian of the Fengskull Mountain Range, the Lord of the Holy Spirits.
Fang Yun stopped in the air and noticed that some of the Holy Spirits were looking at him. Some were doing their own things, and some were slowly flying toward him.
Fang Yun slowly landed and closed his eyes to rest.
Not long after, a total of 11 Holy Spirits came close and stood not far in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and glanced at the 11 Holy Spirits. He nodded slightly.
This meant that the 11 Holy Spirits were willing to exchange treasures with Fang Yun. Fang Yun could not simply look for other Holy Spirits unless Fang Yun took out a very attractive treasure.
The 11 Holy Spirits were of different shapes and sizes. Some were beasts, some were humans, some were trees, and some were mountains. What they had in common was that they were surrounded by rich Holy Qi and were far stronger than ordinary Emperors. Their appearances were like stone sculptures, without any expression.
Among them, there were three Saint Spirits whose Holy Qi had condensed into a hard shell. This meant that even if they left the Sacred Burial Valley, they would still be able to reach the pinnacle of the emperors of all worlds without relying on Holy Qi. Their status in the valley was very high.
They came to participate in the trade out of respect for their fellow Ancient Demons.
Fang Yun took out his Sea Swallowing Seashell and shrugged. He said helplessly, "You probably know that I have just entered the Saint Burial Valley and don't have much Holy Qi. If you want my treasures, you have to pay me Holy Qi to take them out of my Sea Swallowing Seashell."
A few Holy Spirits gently nodded, but the rest of them remained indifferent, as if they already knew that Fang Yun would say something like that.
Fang Yundao said, "Before exchanging treasures, I want to exchange the Mountain Giant's Inheritance Map that Fu Yue has for the Holy Qi Source. It must be something that I can take with me."
Hundreds of rocks in the distance suddenly changed their shapes and turned into mountain range saint spirits. More mountain range saint spirits slowly flew over from afar.
There were no more than a hundred Holy Spirits flying over, but it was as if the blue sky was collapsing, and their might was terrifying.
Although the 11 mountain range saint spirits nearby didn't have any expression, their Holy Qi fluctuations betrayed their true emotions.
The inheritance of the Ancient Demons wasn't something ordinary.
Every Ancient Demon had a complete inheritance, but very few of them had truly obtained it, and they would continue to obtain it as their strength grew.
Only after becoming an ancestor could they obtain the complete inheritance.
Before becoming a saint, every Ancient Demon wouldn't obtain more than one in ten thousand of the inheritance, and 99% of it was related to their own clan.
The Saint Burial Valley had existed for so many years, and countless Ancient Demons had arrived at the Fengskull Mountains, but no Ancient Demon had ever traded the inheritance of the Mountain Giant.
Because they didn't.
After that, Fang Yun felt that the emotions of all the mountain range saint spirits were a bit strange, and they seemed to be regretful.
"Could it be …" Fang Yun's face darkened, and he realized that someone might have beaten him to it.
The leading humanoid mountain range saint spirit said bitterly, "If we had known this, we wouldn't have traded with that human."
"Human? Who? " The faces of every great scholar appeared in Fang Yun's mind, and he never expected that someone would trade with the mountain range saint spirits and exchange for a source of Holy Qi.
"Sorry, even if you are of the same clan, we can't expose his identity, but we can tell you what he gave us."
"What did he give us?" Fang Yun sighed helplessly.
"Ancestor's true blood," the mountain range saint spirit said.
Fang Yun's expression was complicated, and then he sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a human who could obtain the true blood of the ancestor god of the Mountain Giants, and be willing to trade for a source of Holy Qi. To some extent, the ancestor god's blood is more important than the source of Holy Qi, because the source of Holy Qi can only be used in the Saint Burial Valley and can't be taken away, but the true blood of the Mountain Giant can be used in all realms. This person has a big plan, and you're in a hurry to trade with him. If I had the true blood of the Mountain Giant, I might not be willing to trade with you. "
"But we need the inheritance more." The mountain range saint spirit's voice grew more bitter.
To the mountain range saint spirit, the true blood of the Mountain Giant was more symbolic than useful. After all, it could only be used by one saint spirit, and most of them would worship it, making the mountain range saint spirit feel like it was a descendant of the Mountain Giant.
But the inheritance of the Mountain Giant was different, and it could make the mountain range saint spirit a part of the Mountain Giant clan.
"Then I'll trade for an ordinary source of Holy Qi. I don't need the Half-saint head, and I can use it here." Fang Yun took a step back and was very helpless. After all, the source of Holy Qi that could be taken away and the source of Holy Qi that couldn't be taken away were two completely different concepts.
One source of Holy Qi and the Half-saint head was equivalent to ten sources of Holy Qi.
"Our Fengskull Mountain can only accumulate one new source of Holy Qi every few thousand years. The other four sources of Holy Qi are our foundation, and we can't lend them to outsiders," the mountain range saint spirit said.
Fang Yun fell silent. He understood the mountain range saint spirit's meaning. The four sources of Holy Qi were to maintain the mountain range saint spirit's existence. After all, this was the Saint Burial Valley, and it was difficult to move around without Holy Qi. Once Fang Yun used the source of Holy Qi, dozens of mountain range saint spirits might die due to lack of Holy Qi.
"Then I'll trade for Holy Qi masses, spiritual remains, and treasures that the Mountain Carrying Clan or I can use." Fang Yun took another step back.
The Holy Qi of all the mountain range saint spirits became lively, and they weren't as dull as before.
"We have Holy Qi masses, but the spiritual remains … have been used up."
Fang Yun asked in surprise, "You've been through a great battle?" Then he glanced at the saint spirits that had turned into stone, and realized why they were sleeping.
The mountain range saint spirit nodded and said, "Seven years ago, the treasure of Fengskull appeared in the Sky River. We went to fight for it, but we were defeated."
Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes and said, "You mountain range saint spirits went to the Sky River? You're like moths to a flame. Even I was hesitating whether to go or not. After all, it's the land of ferocious dragons, and we have to go in and out of Thunder Weaving Mountain. Is it the one inside leading the team? "Fang Yun said as he raised his chin in the direction of the highest peak of Saint Tooth Peak.
The saint spirits nodded slightly.
Fang Yun said thoughtfully, "Then it's no wonder you don't have any spiritual remains left. You should have something that ancient demons can use, right? Tell me, if you have any treasures of the Mountain Carrying Clan, you can trade with me. "
Fang Yun said in his heart, Mountain Carrying Clan, I didn't draw your blood for nothing!
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