This male cultivator possessing a magical artifact refined by a Nascent Soul cultivator likely hails from a major sect, possibly with a Nascent Soul elder backing him.
Zhang Ling merely chuckled at this thought and dismissed it. As long as he uses the treasure cautiously, there's no need to worry excessively.
Subsequently, he meditated on the spot to recover his depleted spiritual energy. Two hours later, he set off again, but after flying for a distance, he suddenly turned towards the place where the giant beast had undergone its tribulation earlier.
Soon after, Zhang Ling arrived at that sandy area.
Most of the day had passed, and the giant beast had vanished without a trace, seemingly having completed its tribulation. It was unknown whether it succeeded or failed.
Where the giant beast had been, there was now a massive sand pit fifty to sixty miles wide. Turbulent thunder and fire energy could still be sensed around it, along with the lingering aura of the giant beast.
However, the outer hundred-mile stretch of sandy land had returned to calm. Even the previously raging winds had softened into gentle breezes.
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, then entered the sand pit and searched for a while. Soon after, he found a few severed tentacles and fragments of the giant beast's carapace.
The newly found tentacles were tattered and broken, the flesh and blood energy within them completely dissipated, leaving behind only a dilapidated husk of little use.
The carapace fragments he found were also dim and covered in countless cracks. Only at the bottom of a black carapace fragment about ten feet in size were there a few arm-thick, grayish-white bones.
These bones were naturally also covered in cracks, but faint green light flickered within the fissures, which was very unusual.
Zhang Ling took out one of the bones and gently tapped it with his finger. The green light in the bone's fissure instantly exploded, turning into a dense, bright white lightning. Crackling sounds erupted, and the lightning instantly enveloped an area.
Being within it, he immediately sensed intense lightning, at least five or six times stronger than ordinary heavenly lightning, an extremely pure form of heavenly thunder power.
Zhang Ling was overjoyed and quickly patted his storage bag to retrieve a cyan wooden staff. He activated a spell with his hand, and the wooden staff emitted a cyan lightning light. Instantly, all the surrounding lightning was attracted to this spiritual wood.
The cyan wooden staff was an auxiliary magical artifact he had refined when practicing the Thunder Origin Spirit Nurturing Art, used for gathering heavenly thunder. It was made of Yang Thunder Wood.
Subsequently, he repeated the process, attracting all the lightning contained in the other bone fissures to this spiritual object.
In an instant, the Yang Thunder Wood turned cyan-purple, condensing a large amount of thunder spiritual power.
This pure heavenly thunder power was of great use to him. It could both accelerate the speed of cultivating the Thunder Light Spell, and the quality of the Thunder Light Spell he condensed would definitely improve after absorbing this heavenly thunder power.
This could truly be considered an unexpected gain.
Some records in the classics do mention that special spiritual objects may accompany demon beasts during thunder tribulations, and this kind of pure heavenly thunder power is the easiest to find.
Zhang Ling then stayed in this sandy area for quite some time, thoroughly turning over even the thick sand layer below, but he found nothing else.
However, he was not disappointed. He was already very satisfied to have collected this pure heavenly thunder.
Two days later, the endless white desert was making his eyes dizzy, but at that moment, a series of black-gray mountains appeared in the distance.
Zhang Ling sped up his escape technique, and soon after, he approached the mountain range.
From a distance, one could see that there were several layers of tall city walls built between the two central mountains, with some gray-black pavilions and other dilapidated architectural traces on them.
Below a section of the mountain range was a giant city built against the mountain, which seemed to be his destination.
As he approached, Zhang Ling found that he could occasionally see some skeletons buried in the sand along the way.
The number of these skeletons was extremely alarming. Basically, a beast bone could be seen every so often. These skeletons were mostly weathered and grown together with some soil and sand layers, like a rocky area.
The closer Zhang Ling got to the sand city, the more these skeletons became. He could also see broken swords, spears, and other objects that were clearly human magical artifacts in some of the soil and rocks.
This bone-filled area stretched extremely far, and Zhang Ling estimated it to be one or two hundred miles wide. Strong winds were constantly blowing in the high sky, making it unsuitable for flying.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly, and a spiritual talisman was applied to his body, forming a layer of spiritual light to protect his whole body. At the same time, he quickly pinched the magic formula with both hands, and his own spiritual power shield was also activated. With two layers of protection, he took out his flying sword and flew low through this bone-filled area.
Entering the bone-filled area, one could immediately sense gusts of yin wind. Streams of cold wind poured into it, forming a layer of gray-white smoke, and the wailing wind came from all directions, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The desolate wind sounded in his ears, and Zhang Ling's mind could not help but be infected by it, inexplicably feeling a sense of loneliness and desolation.
Traveling through this bone-filled area, there were also many human skeletons, indicating that a great battle had once taken place here.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly a few times and thought of the recorded beast tide, which was a major natural disaster in the Flowing Cloud Sea.
When the number of wild beasts in the wilderness area increases sharply, they will migrate to the human and demon race areas, thus forming a beast tide. It will form once every few hundred years. Looking at the situation here, a beast tide occurred a long time ago.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling paused slightly. A weathered giant snake bone appeared in front of him. This snake bone was twenty to thirty feet tall, and it was at least a high-level yellow beast when it was alive.
The giant snake maintained a posture of looking up to the sky and roaring, but a ten-foot-long black spear was inserted into its mouth, directly pinning the giant snake to the ground. This seemed to be the cause of the beast's death.
Scanning this giant spear with his divine sense, Zhang Ling's expression moved slightly. He shook the flying sword in his hand, and several sword lights slashed on the spear.
After a few loud bangs, the spear was directly cut into four or five pieces, and it fell to the ground with a rumble. It didn't seem to be anything unusual, but a faint golden light flashed at the broken end of the spear.
"Hehe, it really is a treasure made of black gold stone, but it's a pity that it's completely useless after so many years." Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, and flew forward again.
The material used for this spear is black gold stone, which is a top-level gold-attribute treasure refining material. The magical artifacts refined with this spiritual mine are extremely hard, and ordinary magical artifacts are easily damaged or even shattered when they encounter it.
On the way, he discovered forty or fifty more remains of high-level wild beasts, and also found several identical spears, each of which basically pierced through a huge wild beast skeleton.
This kind of spear seems to be a special magic weapon refined by ancient cultivators, which also reflects the power of ancient cultivators and the horror of this beast tide.
