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I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1671 - 1670: A Windfall from the Sky
Four hours later.
The sandstorm that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers once again vanished into the space, whirling away and disappearing as if it had never appeared.
However, on the ground, even the colossal palatial complexes were destroyed by this sudden sandstorm.
Initially, within a thousand-mile radius, it was filled with the elite forces of the Yaksha Clan, their arrogance almost piercing through the sky.
But now, the forces and heads of the Yaksha Clan were nowhere to be seen.
Just a sandstorm, and all the elite forces of the Yaksha Clan were slaughtered, not a trace remained, including those old monsters at the Unification Realm, none survived.
Three miles from the Sky-reaching Altar, a tattered, dim Nascent Soul bore a look of heartbreak and despair. This person was none other than the Clan Leader, Night Demon True Man.
In this sandstorm, there was no thought of resistance. Even after exhausting all means, he could barely protect his Nascent Soul, helplessly watching his physical body torn apart by the storm.
"Ah! Why did it come to this? Why? I was about to succeed, about to become a Mahayana ancestor, to dominate the world, leading my Yaksha Clan to its peak, surpassing all past achievements. Why then would a sandstorm come now? Damn you, heaven! Why give hope only to destroy it?" Night Demon True Man’s Nascent Soul roared in despair.
No sooner had he spoken, his roaring voice ceased immediately.
"Huh! No, the ancient altar is still intact, and all the treasures inside must be untouched! I can still continue refining the Heaven and Earth Ascension Creation Pill! Hahaha—! Heaven has not cut off all paths! As long as I succeed with this pill, the Yaksha Clan won’t perish as long as I live! Hahaha—! I’m truly a genius!!!" Night Demon True Man’s Nascent Soul exclaimed in excitement.
After the laughter, to avoid wasting any time, his Nascent Soul did not dare delay.
His body trembled as he arrived beneath the altar, performing complex and mysterious hand seals, launching them downwards. With a low growl, a violent wave of energy swept around.
"Formation of Refinement—rise!!!"
As his voice fell, Night Demon True Man’s Nascent Soul, disregarding the further depletion of Origin Power, spat out several mouthfuls of essence, activating the refining formation of the ancient altar.
Buzz!
Instantly, a beam of light shot into the sky, illuminating the heavens, the massive formation power operating madly, countless nature’s spiritual energy swirling in from the void, absorbed by the ancient altar.
"Hahaha—! Finally succeeded." Night Demon True Man shouted in excitement.
With a thud!
Due to the successive great upheavals and the destruction of his body, along with ignoring the damage to his essence, he staggered, clumsily falling into the edge of the formation around the ancient altar.
Whoosh!
Following that, his Nascent Soul, in its unconscious state, was swallowed by the refining formation of the ancient formation, turning it into nourishment for the Heaven and Earth Ascension Creation Pill.
Such is fate! It was his destiny!
Inside the Ancient Pillar Altar.
Pu chi!
Zhang Xiaohao couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.
"My lord, what makes you laugh?" Zha Muzhen asked puzzledly.
"The Clan Leader of the Yaksha Clan, after activating the formation, exhausted all his strength only to be swallowed himself!" Zhang Xiaohao explained with a laugh.
"This, this is truly awkward!" Zha Muzhen exclaimed in surprise, then burst into laughter.
The two were none other than Zhang Xiaohao and Zha Muzhen.
A month ago, after Zhang Xiaohao dealt with the three fish-headed giants and met up with Zha Muzhen, a monumental sandstorm swept them away. The violent force was ready to kill them on the spot.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohao had the Fake Xuantian Treasure, the Heavenly Battle Armor, on him, which transformed into a golden light protecting them, supported by Bell Spirit Milk. After consuming hundreds of thousands of drops, they managed to hold out with the armor’s defense until now.
Subsequently arriving here by chance, entering this ancient altar, witnessing countless treasures and immense spiritual power, they were initially stunned, then incredulous, as if they had won the lottery; the happiness came too suddenly!
Then, Zhang Xiaohao used the Reincarnation Heavenly Eye Divine Skill to observe the outside, witnessing Night Demon True Man exhausting his essence, falling into the formation, and being devoured.
"My lord! What should we do now?" Zha Muzhen eagerly asked.
His eager eyes seemed ready to devour all the treasures around them.
"These natural treasures, the Three Light Divine Water, and so many Nascent Souls, even Great Mahayana Monsters would go mad at the sight!" Zhang Xiaohao remarked with blazing eyes.
Flipping his right hand, he retrieved the Xuantian Jiao Sword.
With a thought, he communicated with Hei Wuchang in the Xuantian Space.
Whoosh!
A flash of light, and Hei Wuchang appeared from the Xuantian Space, his complexion pale and spirit waning.
"Brother Qu, you called me out, is there trouble?" Hei Wuchang instinctively asked.
No sooner had he spoken, perceiving the countless treasures around, his eyes widened, swallowing hard.
"Did you rob a clan’s millennia of accumulated treasures? This is madness! Over a hundred Unification Peak Nascent Souls, Three Light Divine Water, millennia-old Spiritual Medicine, and treasures even Great Mahayana Monsters would be mad for!!!" Hei Wuchang exclaimed.
"Brother Hei, with these treasures, how long until your injuries can fully recover?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"A year! Within a year, I’ll be recovered! Moreover, with these treasures, the previous breakthrough’s hidden dangers can be erased, and my cultivation might improve, possibly reaching Half-step Mahayana!" Hei Wuchang responded, excited.
"Good! Since that’s the case, I’ll leave these things to you. We’ll wait outside! Remember to be quick; the previous commotion here was too loud, and if others arrive, there’ll be trouble!" Zhang Xiaohao instructed.







