The Ancient Vast Realm

"Okay, ahem, I called you here this time to say this."

The Ksitigarbha Hall Master waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Feng Xuan paused, and seeing that his master's face was getting paler, he did not dare to delay and prepared to leave.

"Wait, take this thing with you. It can save lives at critical moments, but don't use it easily unless you are in desperate situations."

But before Feng Xuan left, Ksitigarbha Hall seemed to remember something and handed Feng Xuan a bone ring.

"What is this?"

Feng Xuan took the bone ring and frowned slightly. For some reason, he seemed to feel a familiar breath on this bone ring, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Don't ask so many questions, it's just a small thing. Remember, once you use it, you should leave as soon as possible, and it's best to return to the holy land immediately."

The Ksitigarbha Hall Master waved his hand indifferently, too lazy to answer.

Feng Xuan was a little helpless when he saw this, as if his master liked this kind of riddle-like way of speaking.

"Thank you, Master!"

Looking at Feng Xuan's departing back, the Ksitigarbha Hall Master leaning on the throne sighed slightly.

"Time is running out, ahem... I hope that old guy didn't lie to me."

The murmur echoed in the deep hall, but no one could respond.

As the palace gate slowly closed, if someone looked through the crack in the door, there was no figure on the towering throne.

In the sky, Feng Xuan sat on the head of the eyeless black python, looking at the bone ring in his hand and thinking carefully.

"Why does this thing give me a sense of familiarity?"

Feng Xuan took the bone ring in front of his eyes and looked at it. It was an ordinary bone ring, and the whole thing looked like a pocket claw.

"Wait, this thing, this thing can't be the arm of the White Bone Lord?"

Suddenly, Feng Xuan remembered something. The master had said before that he cut off one of the arms of the White Bone Lord, and the bone ring now looked like a claw. Feng Xuan didn't believe there would be such a coincidence.

"Yes, the familiar breath I feel, isn't it the same as that of the White Bone Lord!"

Feng Xuan's face was somewhat wonderful. After comparing, he immediately realized that this thing was very close to the breath of the White Bone Lord he had felt before.

Without having to think about it any more, Feng Xuan had already understood that his master must have refined the arm of the White Bone Lord into this life-saving item.

In terms of the terrifying degree of the White Bone Lord, Feng Xuan believed that once this thing was activated, it would be earth-shattering. The master gave him an absolute trump card.

Feng Xuan held the bone ring tightly in his hand, turned back to look in the direction of the Ksitigarbha Palace and pursed his lips.

...

The world of instruments - Furnace Valley

"Your Highness, we are here. This is where Elder Bai Yi is."

Standing in front of a valley that was like a furnace embedded in the ground, Tieshan looked at the huge valley in front of him, feeling the waves of heat coming, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead and said to Feng Xuan beside him.

He was a warrior who specialized in the art of gold. In this kind of fire-based terrain, the scorching heat made him feel quite uncomfortable, even though he had already reached the third realm.

A few days ago, Feng Xuan asked him for a forger who could build a void warship. Tieshan had been busy with this matter, trying to find a master who met all the requirements for Feng Xuan.

And this elder Bai Yi was the purpose of their trip.

"Let's go, let's see if this elder can meet my requirements."

Feng Xuan nodded, raised his foot and flew forward.

The furnace valley was extremely large, and from time to time there were cultivators flying in and out. It was obvious that this place was not just Elder Bai Yi alone.

Along the way, Feng Xuan even saw that on the cliffs on both sides of the valley, caves were opened up one by one, and there were even many people who were tempering some artifacts with the help of the fire power here.

In an open cave, Feng Xuan saw an old man carefully engraving a totem pole, and several students dressed in white robes were watching attentively, talking in low voices from time to time.

The strange thing was that everyone seemed indifferent to the noise from the outside world. Obviously, there must be a formation in the cave to isolate the sound.

"Strange, why is it like this here? It's not completely isolated?"

Feng Xuan looked a little surprised. Generally speaking, weapon forgers attach great importance to quietness and privacy, and rarely refine tools in such a semi-public occasion.

"Hehe, Your Highness, you don't know that in this furnace valley, it is said that many masters of the witch school often use this place to refine tools and communicate with each other.

After a while, these places have become places for discussion and communication, and there is no need to keep secrets.

In addition, many inexperienced weaponsmiths often suffer backlash or go crazy when refining some tools that they are not absolutely sure of. Once this happens, guards can enter and take them out to avoid life danger.

As for the places where the real tools are refined, they are all at the bottom of this valley. That is the private place of each weaponsmith master."

Seeing Feng Xuan puzzled, Tieshan hurriedly explained to him, which made Feng Xuan suddenly understand.

Along the way, the two also saw many refining tools through the caves on the rock walls on both sides, and among them, the most seen were totem poles.

This made Feng Xuan think that he, a half-baked witch cultivator, had not yet refined a totem pole, which could be said to be a shame among witch cultivators.

Although a small number of witch cultivators are like him, who do not practice law-making and only practice combat methods, but they are a minority after all.

The reason why the second stage of the White Witch Realm is called the Totem Stage is that since ancient times, witch cultivators in this realm have been able to refine totem poles as a means of protection for various human tribes.

Just like the Black Eagle Tribe in the past, without the protection of the Black Eagle Totem, the Black Eagle Tribe would not be able to continue from generation to generation.

For a small tribe, the totem pole is the most important thing. Only with a totem can there be inheritance. A tribe without a totem is just a wandering tribe.

However, Feng Xuan does not regret his choice. His character is not suitable for being a witch cultivator who is dedicated to discovering the truth. Everything is just to make himself stronger.

As the two of them went deeper, they slowly reached the bottom of the valley.

Here, it gradually becomes quiet, there are fewer and fewer caves on the cliff, and ordinary monks no longer come in and out.

The two of them came to the front of a half-open door at the bottom of the cave, and could vaguely see the scene through the crack in the cave door.

"Is this a shipyard?"

Feng Xuan squinted his eyes, and with just one glance, he saw that there seemed to be a different cave in the cave. Several huge warship-like artifacts were suspended in mid-air under the influence of the formation.

"Your Highness Feng Xuan, right?"

At this moment, a powerful voice came, and then Feng Xuan noticed that an old man in black had appeared under the gate of the cave and was looking at him calmly.