Chapter 71
71 – Soul Stone
Yang Feng waved his hand and a Bladed-troop immediately headed towards the head mural forks.
About 3Km away from the head mural forks, a teleportation array appeared at its bottom.
After the bladed troop stepped into the teleportation array, a radiance flashed and it immediately disappeared.
<There aren’t any problems, it can really teleport one out, the teleportation destination lies in a valley 600Km to the north of Obscure Mountain Range.>
When the Bladed-troop came out, it was Nr.3796 that quickly discovered it and then gave Yang Feng in his body a feedback.
After securing an escape rout, Yang Feng ordered a Bladed-troop to enter the dark elf mural fork.
Although Eunice couldn’t lie to Yang Feng, but he still wanted to take a look at the insides of the dark elf mural fork.
Recording some more data and improving Nr.3796’s database would have great benefits. The more data was recorded in Nr.3796’s database, the more comprehensive it would be and the bigger impact it would have – moreover, it would be vital in deducing countless scientific and technological ramifications.
When the Bladed-troop entered the dark elf mural fork – Yang Feng, through the Bladed-troops optical perception system, could see the abstract murals, as if a variety of strange colors were chaotically kneaded together and engraved on the walls.
Yang Feng only saw thirteen pairs of strange murals, then he felt dizzy, his head ached – yet for some reason, his eyes were unable to leave those murals – those strange murals were seemingly capable of deeply attracting peoples minds and souls.
<Warning! Warning! The murals posses lethal hypnotic effects. The Host’s spiritual force is unable to withstand the murals’ hypnotic effects. Immediately severing image transmission.>
A warning suddenly sounded and Yang Feng’s vision went dark. Only then did he gasped for air, the back of his body drenched in cold sweat.
Cold sweat was flowing down Yang Feng’s back, he had a lingering fear as he contemplated: “Truly treacherous! Murals are capable of killing people – existences like Warlocks, they are truly too unfathomable.”
Yang Feng already possessed the cultivation of a level-3 Apprentice Warlock. If he were to appear on earth, then he’d be a supermen-like existence with just his physical constitution. Yet those several murals that he was unable to read – the means of powerful Warlocks were truly too treacherous.
<Do You want to record these murals into the database? According to the analysis of the currently available data, only after You promote to a level-3 Warlock can You view these murals. As long as You’re able to view these murals, then during Your first viewing, Your spirit force can be slightly promoted.>
Yang Feng said decisively: “Do it!”
Spirit force was the core of cultivation for the majority of Warlocks. Even Body-Tempering Warlocks with extremely formidable physical bodies, they also wouldn’t neglect the cultivation of spirit force. Items capable of increasing spirit force were all extremely treasured, Yang Feng definitely wouldn’t let it slip past his hands.
<Then what about the large amount of corpses through out the passageway, do You want to collect the useful items on those corpses? Such as magic stones, secret treasures and materials!>
Yang Feng overjoyed as he said: “Gather them immediately!”
Ever since he obtained war reparations from Fernandro Clan and then established Steel City, Yang Feng was extremely rich, almost wiping out his money problems and other worries. However, after studying at Warlock College Antalya, only then did he discover how truly poor he was.
The price of a level-1 spell model was up to 8,000 magic stones. The increasingly stronger level-2 spell models, level-3 spell models and level-4 spell models, those were really costly.
Level-1 spell models could still be bought with Magic Stones. Level-2 spell models and higher were extremely precious, there was demand but no supply. As for level-3 and level-4 spell models, those were precious and rare, only at some Warlock’s large auctions might one buy them.
Black Cottage only had a few dilapidated level-2 spell models and only one half of a level-3 spell model. Therefore, Black Cottage’s Master, Bonney, could only transplant the blood-meridians of a fiend – he chose to Fiend Morph as a means of advancing his battle proves. After all, the Orthodox Warlock Path that he was treading on, he practically couldn’t progress on it anymore.
Yang Feng was currently very thirsty for wealth, thus he was naturally unwilling to let any bit of resources slip past his hands.
<Understood!>
From the back of the Bladed-troop, from an external equipment, eight slender mechanical arms shot out at once and begun to collect the useful items on those corpses.
Those treacherous murals could easily hypnotize and kill all kinds of life forms, yet they were totally ineffective against such existences as mechanical Bladed-troops.
<Reached the end, there is nothing abnormal, request to return!>
“Come back!”
Shortly after receiving the order, the Bladed-troop came back with a large bag of rubbish.
Yang Feng checked the obtained loot and said with some displeasure: “Level-0 spell books, level-0 secret treasures, expired elixirs, 2,300 gold coins, 234 magic stones! These guys were really penniless.”
Eunice snickered at the side. Those that were entrapped by her within this relic were basically all Apprentice Warlocks, the majority of them were penniless, they naturally didn’t had anything of value for Yang Feng to collect.
“This is a Soul Stone! In addition, it’s a superior Soul Stone, ha ha, this time I picked up a treasure!” Yang Feng’s eyes suddenly light up, he picked up a grey stone from that pile of rubbish, his eyes flashed with a touch of excitement as he laughed heartily.
Eunice looked at the Soul Stone and her eyes flashed with a touch of envy and jealousy: “A Soul Stone, it was actually a superior Soul Stone, he’s such a lucky bastard”
A Soul Stone was condensed and refined from the soul force of dead Great Warlock rank experts and above or some existences with formidable pure soul forces, by means of a variety of strange rituals. That superior Soul Stone was a common currency of gods in the World of Gods, of countless formidable fiends in the Ancient Fiend World, of endless magical beasts in the Abyss World and of countless devils in the Infernal World.
The best way to use this superior Soul Stone was to refine a Soul Stone Embodiment – only by using embodiments similar to their true bodies could enable those Great Warlock experts and above to freely utilize a variety of formidable spells.
This superior Soul Stone, within Turandor Subcontinent, would at least require for a Great Warlock expert to act and massacre more than 5,000,000 people, only then might one refine one such stone.
Although mortals were ants in the eyes of Warlocks, but they were also the basis for the existence of the World of Warlocks. Once any large-scale massacre of mortals were to be discovered, it would cause major Warlock groups to send someone to wipe out the offender. That superior Soul Stone could be said to be very precious and very rare.
Yang Feng was all smiles as he collected that superior Soul Stone, he then took the mechanical golem legion towards the lion mural fork.