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The attention of the Cultivators on the field was temporarily drawn to the Celestial Treasure in the hands of Yan Zhen and Innocent. Although the allure of their Celestial Treasure was not as strong as that of the Calamity Source, who wouldn’t want to take advantage of an opportunity?
Bloodthirst's expression darkened. He had already set his sights on the items in their possession, and no one had opposed him at that time. Back then, they were unaware that these three items were Celestial Treasures, so no one was tempted. But now that they knew, everything had changed.
"Everyone should act according to their abilities," one Cultivator spoke up. Each person present was skilled in their own right; if a fight broke out, it was hard to predict how things would turn out. With the Calamity Source in front and the Celestial Treasure behind, this temptation was not something just anyone could withstand.
Zuo Dao watched closely from the shadows, keeping an eye on the unfolding situation. He wasn’t particularly worried about the safety of Yan Zhen and his companions.
After entering Nirvana, Huang Xishi and Feng Miaomiao continued to absorb various powers drifting through the sea of stars. Until the very last moment, those present would not dare to interrupt them. Zuo Dao understood the intentions of those Cultivators and felt especially reassured about the Two Women.
As for Yan Zhen and Innocent, it was absolutely impossible to kill them without incurring some cost. In the current situation, no one wanted to bear such a price.
The Blank Brush spun playfully in Innocent's hand, showing no signs of pressure despite the predatory gazes from the surrounding Cultivators.
"You monsters staring at us like that are going to make me feel embarrassed," Innocent teased. "If you were all beautiful women, it would be understandable; after all, I’m quite handsome myself. But look at you all—well, it’s not your fault you look like that."
Innocent had a knack for speaking boldly; although everyone present was shrewd, it was their first time being called out like this by someone so young.
The most annoyed among them was Earthwalker. Due to a childhood encounter, he had remained in a childlike form. While this wasn’t a significant issue, he particularly hated being mocked for his appearance.
"Hmph." His cute nose wrinkled as he hurled the candied hawthorn skewers he held.
In an instant, those skewers transformed into a chilling wind as they hurtled toward Innocent with a furious roar. The entire string of nine candied hawthorns morphed into blood-red skulls that lunged toward Inkstone's cascading Black Waterfall with gaping mouths ready to bite down.
In Earthwalker’s hands, those candied hawthorns showed no unusual traits; however, once they left his control, they underwent a dramatic transformation.
The Black Waterfall was not something that could be easily broken. However, the nine blood-red skulls were indeed formidable; when they bit down, it was as if they were gnawing on food, taking a chunk from the Black Waterfall.
"What a sinister object," Zuo Dao, hidden in the shadows, glanced at Earthwalker, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
After throwing out the candied hawthorn, Earthwalker didn't even look back. The Nine Sons Ghost Gourd was crafted based on an ancient Cultivation Method he had obtained. It not only absorbed the essence of blood but also had a certain restraining effect on other magical treasures.
Anything touched by the Nine Sons Ghost Gourd would have its essence drained away, which would then be stored within the gourd until he needed to refine it again, turning it into part of his own power.
Among the eleven individuals present, he was indeed a difficult character to deal with.
Inkstone and Blank Brush were connected to Innocent Mind; how could he not know what was happening between them? When he sensed that the nine skulls were actually absorbing Inkstone's power, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
It was known that the Seven Unruly Disciples were passed down through generations. Each of them possessed their own exclusive magical treasures, which had been inherited along with the legacy of the Seven Disciples.
He had no idea how powerful Inkstone and Blank Brush truly were. He once asked his master, but his master told him that this was merely one of Blank Brush's abilities.
Every former disciple of the Seven Disciples would inject all their life’s cultivation into their treasures before stepping down or passing away, handing them over to the next successor.
Even Innocent himself did not know which generation he belonged to. It wasn't until he arrived at the Great Celestial Domain that he realized his master's Realm, Immortal King, was definitely not just an endpoint. There was no way such a treasure passed down through generations would be drained by a few seemingly grotesque skulls; he couldn't believe it.
Once Earthwalker made his move, he turned his attention to the Two Women. At that moment, the large cocoon formed by them continued to absorb energy from the outside world. The cocoon, towering over a person, devoured surrounding Essence like a bottomless pit. Even the star power projected down was forcibly absorbed into it.
The cultivators present felt both love and hate towards this phenomenon. They loved that the more energy the cocoon absorbed, the greater their chances of breaking through. They hated that this would require more effort and greater costs on their part.
At this point, no one dared to rush forward to collect these two Calamity Sources anymore. They were unclear about the changes occurring with the Calamity Sources; everything relied on their experience.
The appearance of the Celestial Treasure was something they had never encountered before. It not only diverted some of their attention but also helped them calm down.
Regarding Earthwalker’s actions, they displayed a remarkable level of tacit understanding, and no one made another move. Even the dullest among them would not stir trouble at this moment.
Although Earthwalker focused all his attention on the Calamity Source, he still allocated a sliver of his Mind to Innocent.
The Nine Sons Ghost Gourd continuously gnawed at the Black Waterfall, absorbing the Vitality within the Inkstone. As the energy intake increased, the skull's size gradually grew larger. Streams of pure Vitality flowed into Earthwalker’s body in a profound manner.
This influx of pure Vitality brought immense joy to Earthwalker. He had absorbed pure Vitality before, but this was the first time he encountered such untainted Vitality that required no refinement on his part.
On the surface, he maintained an impassive expression, but internally, he slowly shifted his focus toward Innocent. Among the Cultivators present, there were many skilled individuals; if others noticed, it would be a significant loss for him. He did not want to share this seemingly endless supply of Vitality with anyone.
Although he appeared calm, someone still caught on to his subtle changes.
The power of a Celestial Treasure was not easy to absorb, yet the Nine Sons Ghost Gourd quickly grew to twice its previous size in everyone’s eyes, while Earthwalker’s expression showed no sign of change.
Those familiar with Earthwalker knew the background of his Nine Sons Ghost Gourd. The increase in size indicated that Earthwalker’s absorption rate had fallen far behind that of the gourd's output. Any Cultivator who absorbed power that did not belong to them would inevitably exhibit some abnormal state.
It was worth noting that everyone present was an experienced veteran; if they were still unaware of any anomalies regarding Innocent's weapon at this point, it would indeed be strange.
“Earthwalker, your speed is too slow; let me help you,” Bloodthirst said with a glint in his eye, disregarding any reaction from Earthwalker as he directly placed his Vitality-infused hand on the Black Waterfall.
However, his composure was nowhere near as deep as Earthwalker’s. When that pure Vitality surged into his body, he immediately displayed an ecstatic expression.
“So good.”
Seeing this situation, Earthwalker couldn't help but curse inwardly. The other Cultivators were clearly acting like fools.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to have such skills, Brother Jun. Let me see just how much pleasure you can give me!" Liu Hongyan swayed her waist and moved in to get a piece of the action.
The others followed suit, completely ignoring the deadly glare from Earthwalker.
Innocent could tell that things had escalated quickly. Initially, he had intended to play a trick on Earthwalker. Their lineage's Essence was quite special; it could be a universal Vitality that anyone could absorb. However, even if this Vitality entered someone else's body, it could still be utilized by them.
But with so many wolves around, he realized these people were not easy opponents. If all eleven of them attacked at once, he would definitely suffer. Although it would ultimately remain within a controllable range, losing some Source was inevitable.
Without hesitation, he stopped the outflow of Inkstone's Vitality.
"Brother Yan, go for it."
Blank Brush swiftly turned and launched an attack at Bloodthirst.
Yan Zhen and his group had spent day and night together in Nine Monoliths, often sparring and understanding each other's strengths. As soon as Innocent's voice fell, he executed a Sword Slash towards Earthwalker.
The sudden assault from both sides caught their opponents off guard.
Innocent unleashed his brush strokes with wild abandon while Yan Zhen's sword surged forward relentlessly. The two Celestial Treasures displayed their might, causing those Cultivators who had just intended to advance to take a step back. Liu Hongyan elegantly halted her charge and gracefully spun out of the battle circle.
Blank Brush wrote fiercely in mid-air, forming the character "Break" at the tip of his brush and imprinting it onto Bloodthirst's large handprint. Bloodthirst felt as if his handprint had been shattered; a wave of intense pain surged through him as he looked down to see a blood mark appearing in his palm.
Earthwalker fared even worse. Although he had already jumped out of the Immortal Emperor's range, he hadn't fully crossed that threshold yet. Faced with the full-force assault of a Celestial Treasure, he lost a portion of the topknot on his head.
Under a single strike, both of them had already suffered a loss, and the faces of Bloodthirst and Earthwalker were dark enough to drip water.
"This person is mine. Anyone who dares to interfere is opposing me, Earthwalker, and will face certain death," Earthwalker said, glaring at Innocent as if trying to kill him with his gaze. It wasn't just a semblance; he was indeed doing so.
With the Mind Method fully activated, Bewitched aimed to completely ensnare the opponent, turning them into his ghostly servant.
Seeing Earthwalker act this way, Bloodthirst directed a similar remark towards Yan Zhen.
However, everyone else knew that these two were merely taking advantage of the situation; their main focus was on each other's Celestial Treasure. They had made their intentions clear and issued stern warnings. All they could do was shake their heads and withdraw, though privately they exchanged thoughts on whether to engage in some underhanded dealings.
The fierce battle reignited in the arena, with both sides skillfully avoiding the Two Women who were currently in Nirvana. At this moment, the Nirvana of the Two Women was nearing its conclusion.
As a surge of Vitality flowed in, the red cocoon began to exhibit rhythmic vibrations, resembling a heartbeat.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..." The sound echoed in everyone's hearts.
Even before their emergence, they had already resonated with those present; it wasn't just that the Two Women were in sync with the Cultivators around them; they had begun to influence everyone in the arena.
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