The house shook violently, and the roof cracked. At the same time, a large area of the house collapsed, and two sides of the four walls were broken.
Caspian chased after him and jumped into the house. Without waiting for him to stand up, he raised the sword edge and swept it. Although he did not use his magical power, the sword itself was a sharp spirit tools.
The cultivator’s head flew out as soon as the sword radiance swept across.
After killing the cultivator, Caspian did not stop. He jumped out of the house and stepped on the chessboard of heaven and earth. After a while, he arrived at another position of the Dubois family.
By this time, the Dubois family had fallen into a state of chaos. The clansmen ran around and kept shouting. However, the area under Caspian’s feet was extremely quiet.
The reason was very simple. If Caspian were to walk along the road under his feet, he would be blocked by an iron lock that was wider than an adult’s body. Through Soul-searching, Caspian already knew that what the Dubois family did for the Crape Myrtle Sect was here.
After thinking for a while, Caspian dived down and broke through the dome of the square building.
In the building, stones piled up into mountains. These stones looked very similar. They were obviously some kind of ore.
Each piece was a little close to the cobblestone, about the same size and smooth surface. The only difference was that these stones were all brown.
Caspian picked up a piece, rubbed it with his fingers, jumped to the top of the pile of ores, and looked to the other side.
On the other side, there was a big pool. However, this pool was not built on the ground, but hung in mid-air. Below the pool was a furnace. The flame in the furnace was a faint green color. Clearly, it was not an ordinary flame. However, Caspian’s eyes directly skipped the flames and stove at this moment and looked into the pool.
The pool seemed to be boiling a pot of soup. But when he saw this pot of soup, Caspian’s eyes were shining.
This pot of soup looked very similar to the strange current that he had seen in the treasures of the twelve kingdoms. He had seen a pool of brown liquid in one of the treasure mountains. Because the color and quality were too unique, Caspian had a deep memory and recognized them at a glance.
Not only that, but he also looked around and found that if the layout here shrank a little, it would be very similar to the layout around the pool he saw in the treasure mountain.
If this was the case, the seemingly simple layout within the treasure mountain might have been done on purpose. As for the layout here, someone was trying to imitate it.
‘On the trip to Three Sages Mountain, the old zombie emperor, the treasure of the 12 countries, the most valuable pool, the human figure soaked in the pool… The stones here, the similar big pool, the liquid in the pool…’
Scenes flashed across Caspian’s mind one after another. There seemed to be some connection between these scenes. However, these connections were not complete. They were faintly discernible and could not be pieced together.
This feeling was like the truth was right in front of him, but his eyes were covered with a layer of confusion. He could only see a shadow and could not see it clearly.
‘There’s still something missing…’
Caspian hesitated for a moment, then jumped to the edge of the pool, leaned down, and put his hand into the pool.
It was a very similar feeling. But he was sure that this feeling was similar to the pool water in the treasure mountain.
“Am I trying to restore it, or for some other reason?” Caspian withdrew his hand and frowned slightly.
What the Crape Myrtle Sect asked the Dubois family to do was to mine this kind of ore, then transport it back and cook it with a special flame. As for why he did this, Hippos Dubois did not know what his purpose was. It was also because of this that Caspian was unable to obtain any more useful information from Hippos’ mind.
‘If the Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator of Crape Myrtle Sect had been left behind at that time, I might have gotten more clues…’ Caspian could not help but feel a little regretful.
After some thought, Caspian looked at the pool and then slapped the palm out. The rolling spiritual Qi condensed into a cannonball and smashed into the center of the pool.
Seeing this, Caspian felt a little relieved. It seemed that the attempt here was not successful enough.
Turning around, Caspian looked at the pile of ores. Without any hesitation, Caspian made a grasping motion. All of the ores were immediately collected into the eyeball of the twelve kingdoms.
Although the Crape Myrtle Sect had not succeeded yet, at least judging from the raw materials, there should be no big problem. Although Caspian still did not know what these ores were and what they could do, it was not Caspian’s style to not take them away when he saw them.
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