Crunch crunch…
The Star Spar, which was as hard as steel, was eaten by Caspian like a biscuit in a few bites.
“The Star Spar absorbs the brilliance of stars.
Once grinding it into powder and refining it into pills, it‘s beneficial for practicing the body technique.”
Caspian nodded.
“It’s unrealistic to concoct pills here, and the Blue Feather Sect doesn’t allow anyone to bring medicine furnaces in.
Nonetheless, I’m afraid no one thought I could eat these treasures directly without making them into pills.”
When he said these words, Caspian’s heart was filled with warmth.
The longer he journeyed in the pathway to immortality, the more he could feel how attentive his mother left all the stuff.
Even though she was not by her son’s side, she did her best to clear the obstacles on his way to ascension.
“Mother, as long as you’re still alive, I’ll find you and meet you again one day.”
Caspian took a deep breath and returned his attention to the spirit flowers and grasses in front of him.
‘Scorching Sunflower.
Eating one directly feels like putting boiling oil into one’ s mouth, but it has a miraculous effect on tempering the body.
It’s the favorite of True Martial Realm warriors, but it can also play a role in condensing the body of a cultivator,’ Caspian thought.
He still knew these flowers and plants, so he did not need Handsome’s help for the time being.
With these thoughts in mind, Caspian reached out and grabbed the Scorching Sunflower.
However, a sudden change occurred.
Caspian felt an abnormal tremor in the space around him, which was like a sea of waves spreading out, swallowing him into it.
The next moment, Caspian found that the scene in front of him was suddenly distorted as if it was pulled by a giant invisible hand and suddenly stretched out.
Caspian’s vision suddenly turned blurry, and the entire process only lasted for a few seconds.
Soon, the scene in front of Caspian assembled again.
However, Caspian was shocked to find that the view was no longer the Thousands Spirits Island, which was full of spiritual flowers and grasses, but a burning forest.
Moreover, even the sky was burned red, and Caspian seemed to be in purgatory on earth at a glance.
Handsome stood from Caspian’s shoulders, appearing surprised.
Then, the little pig looked around and asked, “What’s going on? Where are we?”
Caspian was slightly lost, but he swiftly came back to his senses.
Nonetheless, he did not panic but immediately squatted down and grabbed a piece of flowing mud on the ground.
The mud was hot, but Caspian ignored it and sniffed it.
There was no heat and no scent of other beings, but all it had was the fragrance of the earth.
The scenery could be changed, the sense of touch could be realistic, but the scent could not be faked.
Caspian was still on the Thousands Spirits Island, and there was only a possibility for that to happen.
Caspian‘s eyes moved slightly, and he uttered two words, “Illusion array…”
“Illusion array? Caspian, are you saying that this is a fantasy array?” Handsome blinked, “Did you trigger the prohibition of the Thousand Spiritual Master staying on this island?”
“That’s impossible,” Caspian flatly denied.
“The Master has been dead for thousands of years.
Even if there were restrictions on it back then, it would have been damaged after such a long time.
Furthermore, the Blue Feather Sect surely plundered the place when they found it.
Think about it… This is the venue for the nation’s official religion election.
All the participants are outer disciples, and we’re only in the Pulse Control Realm.
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