Chapter 088: The Reappearance of the Fragment

  The core area of the Danxuan Sect was enveloped by a massive formation, shimmering with a glass-like luster. Beneath its dazzling brilliance lay an overwhelming aura of power.

  As the group approached, their eyes were drawn to the formation. Without hesitation, Yang Tian tossed the Danxuan Sect's mark onto it.

  *Buzz...* The moment the mark touched the formation, ripples began to spread from the center, growing larger and more intense with each passing second.

  After about ten breaths, a glowing portal materialized before them.

  "Let's go. Let's see if there's anything left," Yang Tian said, stepping through the portal with the others close behind. He pocketed the mark as they ventured deeper into the ruins.

  As they moved through the inner chambers, they encountered numerous rooms, but all had been thoroughly looted. It was clear that this place had been visited many times before, leaving little of value behind. Yang Tian's attention shifted to the young spirit herbs that had been overlooked.

  In one particularly large alchemy room, Yang Tian's gaze settled on a massive cauldron. Wisps of ancient energy were being absorbed into it autonomously.

  Moments later, an ancient pill rolled out of the cauldron. Yang Tian picked it up and examined it closely. Its shape and aura were identical to the ancient pills he had obtained before.

  "This technique... impressive," Yang Tian muttered in awe. The cauldron was capable of converting ancient energy into pills on its own—a feat that spoke volumes about the skill of its creators.

  After a brief pause, the group continued their exploration.

  As they walked, Xiao Bai, the little fox, suddenly began to tremble. Sensing its excitement, Yang Tian followed its guidance, leading the group deeper into the ruins.

  After a short while, a faint medicinal aroma wafted through the air. The group quickened their pace, soon arriving at a vast herb garden.

  The garden spanned thousands of acres, filled with rare spirit herbs. While most were still young, a few had matured and remained unharvested.

  "We've hit the jackpot!" Qing Yuan exclaimed, diving into the garden and frantically gathering herbs.

  "How many spirit herbs are here?" Yang Tian muttered, his lips twitching as he worried whether the Ancestral Dragon Ring could cultivate so many plants.

  "Even if it can, it'll take a lot of time," he sighed, pulling out the young herbs with care.

  When they reached the center of the garden, Yang Tian's eyes fell on a cluster of golden grass. The plants emitted a golden mist, their vitality palpable even from a distance.

  "Dragon Whisker Grass," Yang Tian whispered, his voice filled with reverence. Even unripe, the herbs exuded an extraordinary aura. Legend had it that Dragon Whisker Grass was a favorite food of true dragons and had immense benefits for the body.

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  After half a day of harvesting, the group was exhausted. The once-thriving garden now lay nearly barren, its treasures safely stored away.

  Next, the group explored the inner chambers, finding countless rooms that had already been ransacked. Eventually, they arrived at the final structure.

  The Golden Pill Hall!

  Pushing open the stone door, they were met with a wave of scorching heat. The room was bathed in a fiery glow, with a massive magma vent at its center. Beside it were three empty slots.

  "This must have been where the cauldrons were placed. Too bad they're gone," Yang Tian said, shaking his head. He chuckled at his own greed—today's haul, especially the pills, was more than enough to sustain his cultivation for a long time.

  "Brother Yang, look at this," Yun'er's voice called out just as Yang Tian was about to leave. The group turned their attention to the wall, where a token-shaped indentation was etched.

  "This probably needs something to activate," Xing Hao remarked with a smile.

  "Danxuan Sect?" Yang Tian murmured, studying the inscription. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead in realization. "I have a token like this!"

  The group stepped back as Yang Tian retrieved a crimson-gold token from his spatial ring. It matched the indentation perfectly.

  "Where did Yang Tian get that token?" Qing Yuan muttered, his eyes wide with surprise as he backed away.

  *Click...* As soon as the token was placed into the indentation, a brilliant golden light erupted. Yang Tian quickly retreated as the token began to glow, and the ancient energy in the room surged.

  "Who was that skeleton?" Yang Tian wondered, recalling the spatial ring he had found earlier. If it could unlock a Danxuan Sect chamber, its owner must have been someone significant.

  *Rumble...* The wall began to shake, and an ancient, weathered aura filled the room. The wall split open, revealing a hidden chamber as the vibrations grew stronger.

  "What's inside? This is quite the commotion," Yang Tian said, rubbing his hands together with a grin. He hadn't expected a random token to unlock such a treasure trove.

  As the tremors subsided, the group cautiously entered the newly revealed chamber. The room was vast, spanning a thousand feet, and appeared to be a cultivation space.

  At the far end of the room lay a skeleton, its bones radiating a golden light. This was no ordinary remains—it was a Golden Bone, far superior to Jade Bones, and exuded an intimidating pressure.

  "A Golden Bone... This must be the remains of a peerless expert," the group murmured in awe. Even a Dao artifact would struggle to damage such a relic.

  Resting atop the skeleton was a scroll depicting a kind-looking old man. Beside the portrait was an inscription:

  "I am Danxuanzi, once one of the three grand elders of the Alchemy Sect. During the great calamity, I was tasked by the sect leader to establish the Danxuan Sect. For ten thousand years, we thrived, but even we could not withstand the advance of the Demon God Palace. Thus, I moved the Danxuan Sect to this ancient space. To the one who finds my remains, I ask that you return my bones to the Alchemy Sect. —Danxuanzi."

  "So this is the resting place of an ancient powerhouse," Yang Tian said solemnly. He and the others bowed deeply, paying their respects to a hero who had fought for humanity's survival.

  "What is the Demon God Palace?" Yang Tian wondered aloud, his brow furrowed. His attention then shifted to the items beneath the skeleton. He opened one of the jade boxes.

  Inside was a token, its energy similar to the crimson-gold one he had used earlier. It bore the inscription: "Alchemy Sect."

  "The Alchemy Sect... The cultivation world is vast. Finding it won't be easy," Yang Tian sighed, storing the token in his Ancestral Dragon Ring. He then turned to the second jade box.

  *Snap...* As he opened it, a wave of intense fire energy surged out, causing the air to ripple. The jade slip inside was crimson, radiating immense power.

  Yang Tian picked it up, feeling its scorching heat. He tried to probe its contents but found it as impenetrable as the jade slip he had obtained from the Star Sect.

  "Try opening it," Yang Tian said, handing the slip to Qing Yuan. He then turned to the final jade box.

  As he opened it, an ancient aura washed over him. Inside was a fragment of a map. Yang Tian's eyes widened in shock.

  "This is...?" He picked up the fragment, his heart racing. It was strikingly similar to the one he had found in the Beast Mountain Range, both in size and appearance.

  "Why does it feel so... primal?" Shan Qu muttered, his brow furrowing as he stared at the fragment.