"Sizzle!" The deep black light corroded even the space itself. Bexia could feel the magical power in the space rapidly disappearing. The black light seemed like a whirlpool, devouring the surrounding energy. Meanwhile, Braun stared in awe at the transformation of the ancient stone, his facial expression extremely vivid.
The origin of this stone goes back to ancient times and is classified into seven types: ancient stone, medieval stone, ancient stone, prehistoric stone, desolate stone, eternal stone, and primordial stone. The rarer the stone, the harder it is to find.
These stones are essentially a form of gambling. When they are opened, they may contain various things, such as treasures, equipment, secret techniques, or even super beings from a specific era. However, just like gambling, not every stone opens to reveal something, and even if it does, what's inside may not be useful. Most of the time, it's just fragments of living beings or damaged treasures—essentially worthless junk.
Braun had seen many stones being opened before, but he had never seen such a grand scene. He was initially surprised but quickly turned into a face of excitement. This was definitely a valuable treasure! Opening something good required the restoration of power. Powerful treasures buried within the stone are in a dormant state; once they emerge, they regain their power. That's why such a situation occurs. Otherwise, useless junk would not react at all.
Seeing an obviously powerful treasure, Braun immediately activated his ghost king projection. However, just touching it caused his projection to nearly collapse. He continued to waste power in his attempts.
Neither Braun nor Bexia made another move. It wasn't because of some unspoken agreement, but rather because they were currently inside an energy vortex. Any slight movement could trigger a strong chain reaction, and they wouldn't be able to withstand the successive explosions of energy. So they had no choice but to stand still and quietly wait for everything to end.
Braun's face, filled with greed, stared at the black vortex. This kind of treasure was something he must obtain. He even surpassed his intention to kill Bexia. As long as he obtained this treasure, he no longer cared about the world, nor did he intend to return to the ghost clan.
"Boom!" Suddenly, the black vortex erupted. A pitch-black and profound light ball soared into the sky, directly piercing through the ship before bursting outside in the world. The protective shield surrounding the ship was instantly annihilated. At that moment, all the champions battling outside, including the Arkworms hiding in the underworld, simultaneously turned their attention towards the pillar of light. An intense suppressive aura blocked everyone's chest, causing even the Arkworms, including those at the sovereign level, to tremble and fall to the ground. Even the rulers of the Arkworms were filled with awe, their eyes revealing an instinctive fear, as if they wished to escape.
"Treasure! My treasure!" Braun's face was ecstatic. Through the light pillar, he faintly saw that there seemed to be something inside. He immediately took a step, his figure shooting towards the pillar, intending to collect this extraordinary treasure. Even Bexia was momentarily caught off guard.
"Hmm...?!" However, as Braun reached into the light pillar, his expression changed because he unexpectedly touched something soft and warm.
"Boom!" The light pillar suddenly erupted at a critical point, sending Braun flying out. But what appeared from within the black light pillar made Bexia widen her eyes in astonishment—it was a woman wrapped in blood-colored flowers. Strands of red vines were wriggling like blood vessels, giving the appearance of a human body.
"Bang! Bang!"
The powerful heartbeat seemed to come from the chest of every person present, not just Bexia and Borong. Even those elsewhere could feel it. This phenomenon changed the facial expressions of everyone because it was a fear of the unknown.
"It's actually a self-sealed spirit!" Borong was so astonished that he couldn't find the words to express it. If treasures and the like were surprises, then a living being emerging from the raw stone made people go crazy!
Self-sealing! It was a super-secret technique to avoid death, used by many powerful beings who had reached the end of their lifespan or were incapable of breakthrough, or in between frequent injuries and deaths. These self-sealed entities were extremely strong, either saints or even surpassing saints.
However, this was not mainstream. The aforementioned self-sealing did not last long, truth be told. These living beings that emerged from the raw stone were undoubtedly the holy spirit race nurtured by heaven and earth, the kind of terrifying race that reached saint-level upon maturity.
To have a terrifying holy spirit race come forth, Borong's heart was filled with fear, but also with some anticipation. This type of holy spirit that lived a second life, if severely damaged during hibernation and unable to continue sustaining their own life, would depend on contracts with those surrounding them, extending their existence.
And this kind of contract was a bloodline contract. Once the contract was established, the contractee would be baptized by the holy spirit bloodline. Although there may be a temporary decline due to the power of the contract, the reward was a guaranteed qualification for growth to the level of a saint. This was what drove everyone crazy.
No matter how humble your strength was before, after the bloodline contract, not only would you gain the corresponding holy spirit bloodline power, but you would also have a hundred percent chance of advancing to the level of a saint. It could be said that this was a tremendous opportunity for a chicken to turn into a phoenix.
But danger also accompanied it. If the holy spirit was not critically in need of a bloodline contract, then they themselves would be in danger. After all, they were saints! Any random thought could kill them!
Borong struggled in his heart whether to stay or not, because the holy spirit in the flower had not fully awakened yet. If it wasn't a weak holy spirit, the consequence might be death here. But what if it was a weak holy spirit? That was an opportunity that countless people had dreamed of.
Man dies for wealth, bird dies for food! Borong pondered in his heart. The tremendous benefits drove him to stay. After all, there were only two people here. If it turned out to be a weak holy spirit, the contract naturally would be between him and Bexia, and his strength far exceeded Bexia's, making his chance of being chosen greater in his eyes.
At the same time, cautiously, he began to plan his retreat. In case he wasn't chosen, Borong would activate the self-destruction program of the battleship and immediately escape using the emergency escape device. Even if he couldn't obtain it, others wouldn't stand a chance either.
Of course, if it was a complete or even a semi-complete holy spirit, it would be impossible to escape once she opened her eyes.
So for Borong, this was a gamble. Even if he really couldn't form a contract, he still had hope of leaving.
