Chapter 208 Spiritual Objects (2/2)

These two names, each word carrying immense weight, bearing the weight of millennia, struck Ruan Tang's heart with devastating force.

Before she could recover from the shock, the scriptures had already mentioned the second spiritual object.

"The second item is used for the transmission of calamities, and its core is 'purification' and 'incineration'."

"To refine this fire, two main ingredients are also required."

"Firstly, the flame of the 'Eternal Flame' in the altar of the hometown of Emperor Sui, the origin of the Yan Kingdom's civilization. This flame is the light of civilization, and it is the judgment and punishment of heaven that burns all things to filth and evil. This is the core of the flame."

"Secondly, it is the 'slag' left over from the furnace fire when the Yellow Emperor cast the tripods at Jing Mountain. This substance has been tempered by the sacred fire of the human emperor and the energy of ten thousand metals, and can absorb and neutralize all negative energy. This is the sheath of the fire."

Emperor Sui!

The Yellow Emperor!

Two more resounding names!

This is no longer a simple weapon forging process.

This is drawing upon the accumulated wisdom of thousands of years of civilization in the Yan Kingdom to crush a malignant tumor that has grown in a dark corner!

The main problem is that these things are all legendary, and we don't know when we'll be able to find them.

[Squeak! Treasure hunt! Little master, shall we go on a treasure hunt?!]

Little White, who had been quietly staying beside Ruan Tangkou, suddenly poked its little head out.

It was confused by what it heard, but the words "Kunlun Mountain," "Yu the Great," "Suihuang," and "Huangdi" automatically made its little head associate them with all sorts of glittering ancient treasures.

It waved its two tiny mithril claws excitedly, its dark purple eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mice love treasure hunting! Let's go find something sparkly!

Its sudden shout instantly dispelled the heavy, tense atmosphere.

Ruan Tang couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling with joy. The pressure she felt from the sheer scale of the plan vanished.

She stretched out her finger and tapped the little white, fluffy head, laughing and scolding, "All you know is sparkly things. These are legendary treasures from the Yan Kingdom. I wonder if they even really exist."

Regardless of whether it's real or not, she has to give it a try; if all else fails, she'll search through her spatial storage.

She stood up, unfolded the map of Yan Kingdom, and her little face was full of eager anticipation.

Kunlun Mountains, the Mausoleum of Yu the Great, the Hometown of Suihuang, Jing Mountain...

Each place name, imbued with mythical charm, transformed into a clear destination in her mind.

She turned around abruptly and looked at Yan Yu, who had remained silent but offered her the most steadfast support.

Those almond-shaped eyes were incredibly bright.

She tilted her small, palm-sized face up, her voice still sweet and soft, but her two dimples were filled with icy flames and boundless passion: "They stole our nation's destiny, so we'll dig up their ancestral graves!"

"Brother, let's go treasure hunting!"

Yan Yu looked at her radiant and spirited demeanor, as if she were about to overturn the whole world. In his deep eyes, there was no hesitation, only an unyielding indulgence and raging fire.

He did not mention the risks of the plan, nor did he question the authenticity of the materials.

He simply reached out and firmly grasped her waving little hand in his broad, dry palm.

"good."

A single word carries immense weight.

It was a promise, a backing, and his unconditional support for all her crazy ideas.

Ruan Tang's heart was completely at ease.

She gripped his hand tightly in return, looking at the scriptures and saying, "Scriptures, mark the locations where you might find spirits!" (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)