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East Palace.

"Your Highness, it's late. You should rest."

When the eunuch Xiao Jian saw the prince coming back from the palace banquet, he stayed in the study, staring blankly at the glass bottle under the lamp.

The prince looked at the time and it was indeed late. He looked at it again reluctantly before responding.

"Well, I know."

The prince responded, but his hands and eyes did not move away from the glass bottle.

If he guessed correctly, the irregular piece of object in the glass bottle that looked like neither ice nor jade was the fragment of his master's soul.

Back then, Master sacrificed himself to the Heavens, his body turned to ashes, and his soul shattered into countless pieces, floating between heaven and earth.

He used up all his skills, but only collected a wisp of his master's soul. He then opened the door of time and space, and tried his best to randomly send his master's soul into another world.

Afterwards, he lost all his cultivation, could not hold on, and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Every reincarnation was filled with tearing pain, but he had hope in his heart.

He continued to practice and accumulate strength in agony, just for the day when he would break through the realm, reopen the door of time and space, and welcome back his master.

After who knows how many reincarnations he had gone through, he finally accumulated enough power to welcome back his master. But something went wrong and his master died before he even lived for a single episode.

If the heart is there, the dream is there. He starts all over again, a new cycle.

In this life, Master finally survived an episode. And the good news is that the Master who came back this time is also very strong.

Who collected the soul fragments in this glass bottle? Is his collection of these fragments also related to Master?

Could it be, could it be...

The prince became so excited that his hand holding the glass bottle trembled with excitement.

He thought of a possibility. Back then, there were five disciples under the master, and he was just one of them.

Is that possible? The other disciples (fellow disciples) are still there.

Just like him, he is still working hard to welcome back Master.

Thinking of this, the prince took a few deep breaths to calm his mind. He held the bottle in his left hand, made a hand seal with his right hand, chanted a spell, and searched for the information left in the glass bottle.

His current cultivation level is only 20% to 30% of what it was during his heyday. Tracing back to the source is not as fast as before. It is simply, at a snail's pace.

The glass bottle was taken by the great wizard when he secretly went to the underground palace of the sacred mountain.

He went to the sacred mountain to pick the flowers of hell, but after walking this route countless times, he got lost this time.

By accident, he actually found the underground palace.

The roads in the underground palace were complicated and tortuous. There, he could only pray for the protection of the gods and Buddhas while moving forward instinctively.

He didn't know how long he walked before he entered a huge palace full of golden and magnificent scenery.

The palace was filled with all kinds of gold, pearls and jade, and the dazzling golden light almost blinded his eyes.

He was a wizard with a strong telepathic sense. Although the wealth that rivaled that of a country made him very excited, the attraction of spiritual objects to him was greater than that of wealth.

At this moment, Bian Bian sensed a strong and pure spiritual power flowing. Following that spiritual power, he found a small room next to the large palace.

In fact, the room is not small. The small here is only relative to the big palace.

This room seemed to be hollowed out from a huge jade stone. The four walls were all made of warm and soft white jade. In the middle of the room, on a large jade table, there was a small, pure glass bottle.

Inside the glass bottle, there was an irregular piece of object floating, emitting a soft white glow.

Feel it, that ray of spiritual energy is seeping out from the glass bottle.

Hehe, with the blessing of Eternal Heaven, he found the treasure.

The great wizard suddenly became greedy and stretched out his dry, black and skinny claws, trying to take the glass bottle.

As soon as the tips of his fingers touched the wall of the bottle, a domineering yet extremely pure icy air rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

The great wizard was so cold that he retracted his hand and stepped back repeatedly. He covered his fingers that were injured by the cold and began to practice qigong to heal the wound.

Fortunately, the cold air is not toxic, but instead has a strong purifying power.

He was secretly delighted and tried a few more times. The coldness weakened each time. Finally, he picked up the glass bottle.

Having obtained the treasure, he dared not delay any longer (for fear of being discovered), so he put it in his arms and ran away.

After a lot of rushing around, he managed to escape from the underground palace unscathed.

He quickly dug up a few hell flowers at the entrance of the underground palace and escaped from the sacred mountain.

But soon, the great wizard discovered that the glass bottle he brought back at great risk was actually useless.

It is true that the flakes in the glass bottle contain extremely pure and powerful spiritual power, but he tried countless ways to open the bottle and refine the flakes, but he failed.

Finally, the great wizard lost his patience and tried to smash the broken glass bottle with iron blocks and rocks, but he still failed.

Only occasionally, when the glass bottle was happy, it would emit a trace of spiritual power that would attract him.

This made the great wizard crazy and very conflicted.

Keep it. You can't open the bottle, and the bottle was stolen from the underground palace of the sacred mountain. I don't know if it belongs to the gods and demons of the earth.

If you're unlucky and it really is his, and he follows the smell to find you, you'll be in big trouble.

Throw it away. He benefited a lot from the spiritual power that escaped from the bottle when it was evacuated. His cultivation level has improved a lot.

With a few more times, his cultivation would be improved by a hundred years, without any problem.

For this reason, he couldn't bear to part with it, so he took the risk and carried the glass bottle with him.

During the betting session at the Dragon Festival, he didn't want to take out this treasure, but his brain and body were out of sync and each was doing their own thing.

Brain: Can’t be taken out.

The body is very honest: No, I just want to show it off.

……

A ray of spiritual power shot out from the prince's handprint. That spiritual power, following the remaining breath on the glass bottle, seemed to pass through the colorful door of time and space, tracing back to something very far away.

The annoying thing was that the residual smell on the glass bottle was very mixed. The prince tried to sort it out one by one, which took a lot of effort.

Finally, the prince found the source of the initial breath.

On the vast wilderness, the moonlight shines coldly on the earth, and a tall and upright figure walks alone on the wilderness.

His hair was so long that it covered his face. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the prince felt that the tall figure was very familiar.

He was walking in the field, and the sound of him singing could be vaguely heard, but it was difficult to make out what he was singing.

The figure walked unsteadily and his movements were stiff.

Indeed, he seemed to have discovered something. In a patch of thriving aquatic plants, he somehow picked up an irregular piece of object, which was exactly the same shape as the one in the glass bottle.

The difference is that the one inside the glass bottle is white, crystal clear, and translucent, emitting a soft and pure light.

But what the figure picked up was gray, and even emitted a trace of black air.

The figure was overjoyed as if he had found a treasure, and carefully placed the flakes into the glass bottle that had been prepared earlier.

He held the glass bottle high towards the moon, as if he wanted to use the bright moonlight to wash away the stains.

Perhaps because he lifted it too high, the figure's long hair flew backwards, revealing his bright face.