203: Chapter 203 Sacred Fire Pearl

"This way."

After the Yao Race settled down in Qingfeng Ravine, Wu Li walked alone into the deepest part. This area had been developed independently, and only Wu Li was there.

The outside was guarded by Tiger Biao.

The stone chamber was not large. There was a thin crack in the ceiling, through which a beam of light shone down, illuminating the stone tabletop.

Wu Li took the black fragment out of his Stomach Storage and placed it on the table.

The fragment was the size of a palm, with jagged edges, as if it had been forcibly broken off from something. Its surface was rough, emitting a dull light, and the interwoven patterns vaguely resembled a part of some kind of tortoise shell.

It felt cold and heavy in his hand, much heavier than it looked.

Wu Li's Blood Pupil stared at the fragment for a long time.

It was this very thing that had made that old fellow Master Mo Yuan hide underground in Feiliu Workshop, feigning death. Even though Supreme Elder Xiao Wancheng had shattered the entire Feiliu Workshop with one palm strike, he still hung on by a thread, waiting for someone to come and take it.

When he snatched it back then, he didn't know what it was, only feeling that something that old fellow had guarded for so long couldn't be bad.

Later, after figuring out it was a fragment of the Yao Race Legacy, he realized what a hot potato he had snatched.

The Yao Race Legacy.

It corresponded to the complete Cultivation Technique system of the Human Race's Soul Transformation Realm, serving as a complete path for the Yao Race to advance from the Third Realm to the Fourth Realm and then to even higher Realms. Wu Li was currently at the Late Stage of the Third Realm, with Three Variations of the Blood Eye and Evil Qi surrounding him, but he had no idea how to proceed on the path ahead.

After reaching the Third Realm, the Yao Race had to rely entirely on their own exploration.

The Cultivators of the Human Race had Sects, Legacies, Cultivation Techniques, Pill Formulas, and Masters to teach them step-by-step.

The Yao Race, however, lacked these severely.

After the Third Realm, most could only rely on Heaven And Earth Treasure to force a Breakthrough, but there were only so many Heaven And Earth Treasures, and the good items in the great mountains and the Dachuan Dynasty had long been occupied by the major powers of the Human Race and the Yao Race.

Someone like him, who had started on this path halfway through, could only go and snatch, compete, and seize food from the mouths of others.

Therefore, he had to hold onto this fragment.

Wu Li flipped the fragment over.

On the back, there were a few hair-thin carvings. They didn't look like naturally formed cracks but rather like some kind of mark carved by someone.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this, Wu Li instantly discovered something, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Open!"

"Hum~"

The Blood Pupil between his brows slowly opened, and a scarlet light fell onto the fragment.

The fragment reacted in his palm.

The scarlet light penetrated the surface of the fragment, revealing a gray, hazy space that resembled a shrunken starry sky, with points of light floating and swimming within it.

There were nine such points of light in total.

The nine points of light were scattered throughout the hazy space; some were brighter, some dimmer, and they were connected to each other by lines of light as thin as spider silk, resembling a tattered web.

Wu Li stared at those points of light for a few breaths, and then his pupils contracted sharply.

The brightest one was inside the fragment in his palm.

And next to it, another glowing point pointed towards the east.

Wu Li withdrew his Blood Pupil, and the fragment quieted down in his palm.

"The east, huh..." he said in a low voice, his tone flat, as if talking to himself.

"Could it be that these things can guide each other?"

"Doesn't that mean..."

"My location is also..."

Thinking of this, Wu Li suddenly became a bit nervous, but soon, he shook his head and dismissed the thought.

He could see these directions because of the powerful ability of the Three Variations of the Blood Eye. Wu Li didn't believe other members of the Yao Race would have this ability. Even if they did, there wouldn't be many, and it shouldn't be such a coincidence that they possessed both the ability and this tortoise shell.

Don't think about these for now.

The fragment in the east would be there; it wouldn't run away, and being anxious was useless.

He had just arrived here and hadn't even settled in yet; he needed to be cautious.

Afterwards.

Wu Li squatted down and took another item out of his Stomach Storage.

It was a fist-sized bead, light blue throughout, with a surface as smooth as a mirror. Inside, clouds and mist seemed to be flowing, emitting a warm and soft light in the dim stone chamber.

sacred flame pearl.

He had discovered it on the stone platform of that small palace in the Secret Realm. He knew it was a good item the moment he got his hands on it, but he had been busy fighting, fleeing, and undergoing Breakthroughs, so he never had time to refine it.

After leaving the Secret Realm, there was Feiliu Workshop, then Taiyue Mountain, and then the escape; this item had just been gathering dust in his Stomach Storage.

Now that they had settled down in Qingfeng Ravine and Hu Lie was guarding outside, no one would disturb him for a short time.

It was the perfect time to refine it.

Thinking of this.

Wu Li sat cross-legged and held the sacred flame pearl in his palm.

The bead was light blue throughout, its surface smooth as a mirror, with clouds and mist swirling inside, emitting a warm light in the dim stone chamber.

He closed his eyes, and his Demon Power extended from his palm, slowly wrapping around the entire bead.

"Hum~"

The Demon Power penetrated the surface of the bead and touched the rolling clouds and mist inside.

Inside the clouds and mist, three flames were coiled and intertwined, repelling each other yet clinging to one another, like three snakes that had been entangled for who knows how many years, curled up deep in the core of the bead.

The first one was profound cyan; the flame was quiet and steady, like a dormant volcano, its surface calm, hiding heat beneath that was enough to burn everything.

The second one was dark red; the flame flickered rapidly, carrying a cold aura, like damp firewood burning in winter, the firelight flickering on and off.

The third one was pale gold; the flame was as fine as stars, with electric arcs flashing as it jumped, emitting a faint crackling sound.

Three Mysterious-grade flames were coiled deep in the core of the bead, each forming its own camp, refusing to give way to the others.

This bead was quite special. Inside, there were three Restrictions corresponding to these three flames. It wasn't difficult for Wu Li to refine it; with Colorless Profound Light leading the way, the Blood Pupil observing its essence, and Demon Power penetrating the core of the Restrictions, the speed of refining was not slow...

...

In the blink of an eye.

Three days later.

Gray Rat returned.

He crawled out from a crevice by the waterfall, his gray fur covered in mud and dew, a withered leaf hanging from the tip of his ear. Panting heavily, he ran quickly on all fours, dashed to the front of Wu Li's Immortal Cave, stood up on his two hind legs, clasped his front paws together, and looked up at Hu Lie, who was guarding the entrance.

"Stop!"

Hu Lie stopped Gray Rat.

"The Old Ancestor is in seclusion; you are not allowed to approach."

Gray Rat, upon hearing this, naturally dared not overstep and just stood there waiting.

About another day later.

Inside the stone chamber, Wu Li sat cross-legged, the sacred flame pearl hovering above his palm, rotating slowly.

For four days, he had been grinding away at the first Restriction.

With Colorless Profound Light leading the way and his Blood Pupil observing its patterns, his Demon Power seeped in bit by bit.

The Restriction was not complicated but was extremely sturdy, like chains cast in molten iron, wrapped around the outer layer of the profound cyan flame, binding it tightly.

Wu Li was not in a hurry; he ground away bit by bit, like using sandpaper to polish a piece of iron, grinding away a layer every day. After three days of work, he finally ground through the last gap.

A gap split open in the Restriction, and the profound cyan flame gushed out from the crack like a snake that had been locked up for too long, lunging out and attempting to bore into Wu Li's Meridians.

"Boom~"

Wu Li's Blood Pupil contracted, and his Demon Power pressed down from all sides, wrapping around the flame and pinning it down firmly.