Cultivation Starts with Rejuvenation

Such people might only exist within the Central Ten Domains.

The talisman treasure of the current era, its power not eroded by time, at least holds twenty percent of the upper three grades magical treasure’s might.

Upper three grades magical treasures correspond to Nascent Soul True Monarchs, even talisman treasures forged from third grade magical treasures pose a deadly threat to late-stage Core Formation Ascendants.

Moreover, this talisman treasure contains Thunder Power, which strongly restrains yin soul ghosts.

"Roar~" The Ghost King shuddered at the moment this talisman treasure appeared, showing deep fear.

"Hold on, fellow Daoist!" After the initial terror, it quickly spoke, its voice still low and hoarse, yet showing a hint of weakness.

"Hm! Now you know fear?" Lin Xiuzhu was furious beyond belief.

The Corpse Refining Vessel was isolated by ghost qi, his lifebound Golden Body Corpse Puppet entangled in its ghost qi; he indeed harbored thoughts of destroying it.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t expose the life-saving trump card given to him by the Golden Puppet Holy Monarch so early.

This was his secret weapon prepared against the Yin Ghost Saint Child and the Blood Spirit Saintess.

Furthermore, this talisman treasure was seized by Master Golden Puppet Holy Monarch from the Central Ten Domains battlefield, the opportunity to activate it had been used once, leaving only two more chances.

"Fellow Daoist, this old one has been trapped here for thousands of years, my divine sense has been devoured, what just happened was not my true intent, I beg forgiveness." The Ghost King, seeing Lin Xiuzhu had not acted immediately, saw a glimmer of hope and attempted to further relieve the conflict.

It had been in chaos for years, just regained a sliver of divine intelligence somehow, with survival instincts more intense than ever.

The Thunder Talisman Treasure wielded by the opponent is overwhelmingly powerful, targeting hidden blood fiends; even if unable to destroy it, it would certainly leave it severely injured.

Even if its ghost body persisted, its divine intelligence would surely plunge back into chaos, a fate worse than death.

Lin Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully assessing the opponent, sensing the genuine fear from its heart, his grip on the talisman treasure loosening a bit.

If he had a choice, he naturally wouldn’t want to waste such an attack.

"Still not releasing the saint child’s magical treasure and corpse puppet?"

The Ghost King heard this, its scarlet eyes flickered, reluctantly dispersing all ghost qi attached to the Golden Body Corpse Puppet.

Such a fine Golden Body Corpse Puppet, truly hard to part with, yet it had no choice but to temporarily abandon it.

Then, it retrieved the Corpse Refining Vessel already stored within ghost fog.

This Corpse Refining Vessel was equally rare to it.

Because the vessel contained a dense source of yin soul, excellent nourishment for yin souls; if able to absorb and refine the entire yin soul source inside, the yin soul would advance at least a step further.

Seeing this, Lin Xiuzhu finally felt somewhat relieved.

However, just as the Ghost King was about to hand over the Corpse Refining Vessel, another wave of dim light silently seeped into the blood fiend, slowly infiltrating the Ghost King’s dense fog.

Below, Gugu observed this scene clearly.

"Boom!" In the next instant, the Ghost King, eroded by dim light, burst into wild rage, its scarlet eyes instantly becoming crazed and violent, immediately attacking the nearby Lin Xiuzhu.

"How dare you!" Lin Xiuzhu, holding the Thunder Talisman Treasure, was greatly shocked, hesitated no more, and activated the Thunder Talisman Treasure.

Sizzle~

Lightning serpents shot forth, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

"Aow~"

The Ghost King’s phantom mist screamed miserably under the thunder, its surrounding ghost qi dissipating nearly sixty percent in an instant.

Yet, the Ghost King’s strike before being hit matched perfectly against Lin Xiuzhu.

"Crack~" Lin Xiuzhu’s magical shield shattered audibly, his flesh penetrated by raging ghost qi.

"Pft~" He spat a mouthful of blood mist, stumbling, eyes full of disbelief.

The Ghost King’s yin soul was reduced sixty percent, already hard to sustain, no confidence to resist thunder.

Yet it still struck with such malicious desperation, harming him at the cost of eight hundred against a thousand.

Completely defying logic.

In that instant, Lin Xiuzhu’s mind moved, his divine sense discreetly probing the surroundings once more.

Subsequently, he took cover with the Corpse Refining Vessel and Golden Body Corpse Puppet, swiftly swallowing a Healing Pill.

Just at this moment, a sound of rapid flight came from the distant passage.

"Brother Lin, is that you?" In the next moment, the Yin Ghost Saint Child’s voice arrived, carrying concern.