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This is a large fish weighing four to five pounds. Zhang Yang used a dagger to cut off the fish's head, then he gutted the fish and split it in half.
Zhang Yang often cooked for himself, so grilling a fish was no problem; it was just a pity that he had no seasoning.
He used a Fire Stone and dry grass to start a fire, then ignited the collected dry branches. The two halves of the fish were skewered with branches, and when the fire blazed up, he added some fresh branches. Suddenly, smoke rose from the flames as Zhang Yang began to roast the two pieces of fish.
Unexpectedly, this type of fish had a high fat content, and after roasting, it smelled particularly delicious. Despite the lack of salt, Zhang Yang still enjoyed it immensely. Before long, he had devoured both pieces of fish.
Feeling full, Zhang Yang's attention shifted back to the Black Pottery Box.
Clearly, this was the most important item in this valley. If he could unlock the Black Pottery Box, he might discover what this place was and how to get out. However, apart from some floral vine patterns on the surface, there seemed to be no obvious way to open it.
Zhang Yang picked up the box; it was quite heavy and made a slight noise inside, as if something was indeed inside. Initially, Zhang Yang considered smashing the Black Pottery Box directly, but given how he had arrived in such a strange place and the bizarre circumstances surrounding it, he hesitated to act recklessly.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Yang noticed that in front of the Black Pottery Box were a Bronze Dagger and two Fire Stones—tools he had already used. Clearly, the Black Pottery Box was the main object on the altar, akin to an ancestral tablet at home, while the dagger and Fire Stones should be related to this Black Pottery Box.
He thought for a moment and decided to try burning the Black Pottery Box with a lit branch.
To his surprise, this method actually worked!
As he burned the Black Pottery Box, flames erupted around it, and there seemed to be signs of melting on its surface. After burning for a while, a gap slowly appeared around the middle of the box, as if it were designed to fit together. Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly took up the Bronze Dagger and touched it to the gap before suddenly thrusting upward!
With a "pop," the flames extinguished, and the box actually opened!
Inside lay a pitch-black knife.
The Soul Requiem Blade!!!
The Soul Requiem Blade had appeared here!!!
The engravings on the Soul Requiem Blade matched those on the bronze plate. Suddenly, Zhang Yang had a thought: there must be some connection between this bronze plate and the Soul Requiem Blade. It was possible that they were originally together but had been separated by someone and placed into two Black Pottery Idols. When he returned from the Void Realm, time had already become distorted; although it was still his third year of high school, he was facing another Black Pottery Idol!
What would happen if he dripped his blood onto this engraved pattern on the Soul Requiem Blade? Zhang Xunqiu's soul had already merged with him and broken through seven realms; ultimately, his consciousness reached the Void Realm. Now, the Soul Requiem Blade had appeared in such a place!
Was there still a soul inside? If he dripped blood, would it merge with whatever soul was inside?
Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the Bronze Dagger.
However, before taking action, he hesitated for a moment.
In the end, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and used the dagger to cut his finger. The dagger was extremely sharp, and it made a deep cut in an instant.
"Zzzz..." Zhang Yang quickly let his blood drip onto the strange symbol.
The dark blade suddenly shone brightly, and then the light rose up, transforming into a wisp of smoke.
Zhang Yang's body seemed to enter a trance, unable to move. He saw that this wisp of smoke resembled the strange symbol on the Soul Requiem Blade.
The wisp of smoke gradually expanded, eventually forming a vague human shape.
"Finally out!" The figure became clearer but was still not solid. Zhang Yang was taken aback and immediately understood that this was a soul, which is why it lacked a physical form.
"Kid, who are you? Where is this place?" The figure appeared to be middle-aged, with black hair, black eyebrows, and a black beard.
"My name is Zhang Yang. You wouldn't recognize me even if I told you. I don't know where this is; I don't even know what time it is right now," Zhang Yang sighed.
"Soul Requiem Blade!" The figure glanced at the Soul Requiem Blade, becoming furious as he puffed out his cheeks and pointed a finger. A beam of light shot towards the blade with a 'ding' sound, but the blade showed no change. "Alas, this Soul Requiem Blade is forged from Heavenly Profound Iron; my current abilities are powerless against it!" He sighed again.
"What do you call yourself? Do you plan to just float around without a physical body?" Zhang Yang looked at the figure and continued to ask.
"My physical body? I'll retrieve it! This Soul Requiem Blade is good; I'll take it as my magical tool! It's just a pity that this blade isn't together with the Soul-Settling Talisman," the figure replied.
"Soul-Settling Talisman? Is it a hexagonal piece of bronze?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang immediately asked.
"That's right. The Soul Requiem Blade is forged from Heavenly Profound Iron, while the Soul-Settling Talisman is the original seal from the Soul Requiem Blade. It is said that they were originally in the hands of Zhou Wenwang and Ji Chang, but later passed through many powerful practitioners' spells. Eventually, they were lost," the figure explained.
"Then can you use such a profound item like the Soul Requiem Blade?" Zhang Yang continued to inquire.
"Kid, you ask too many questions. Do you believe I can just absorb you into the Soul Requiem Blade right now?" The figure's tone suddenly turned cold.
"You are Xuan Zhenzi!" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted!
"Ah? Kid, yes, Zhang Yang, how do you know me? You also have the surname Zhang, and my common surname is Yang. It seems we are somewhat fated," the humanoid figure, indeed the soul of Xuan Zhenzi, said in surprise as he looked at Zhang Yang.
"I know much more. Now everyone thinks you are dead. But your soul will return to your body. This Soul Requiem Blade will still be collected by Southwest Overlord Zhang Xunqiu, and in the end, you will ascend, but it remains a mystery in the Void Realm," Zhang Yang laughed and said while staring at Xuan Zhenzi.
As he spoke, Zhang Yang pondered, have I arrived in the Tang Dynasty?
"I underestimated you; it seems you come from the future?" Xuan Zhenzi asked, stroking his beard.
"It seems so," Zhang Yang replied, then asked, "Is this an Isolated Valley? Do we have a way out?"
"Let me think... Ah? Purple Essence!" Xuan Zhenzi suddenly noticed the Purple-Red Fruit that Zhang Yang had eaten before. "With this Purple Essence, returning to your body will be much easier."
Zhang Yang then realized that this Purple-Red Fruit was called Purple Essence, a rare fruit from ancient times used by Daoists to nourish their essence. It was thought to be extinct, yet it still existed in this valley.
"Senior, how were you sealed in the Soul Requiem Blade? I see there is also an altar; if I hadn't released you, you would probably have lived there forever," Zhang Yang asked.
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