My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1092 - 523: Calabash Vine Ties Immortal Binding Rope_3

Chapter 1092: Chapter 523: Calabash Vine Ties Immortal Binding Rope_3

Master Owen heaved a sigh of relief: "It seems that the Spirit Fire in this fissure can enhance their spiritual nature. These Artifact Demons rely on their spiritual nature to survive, and their spiritual nature is consumed daily, so they must regularly strengthen themselves with the Spirit Fire from the fissure. That’s why they’ve developed such a powerful instinct."

Master Owen became more interested in this Spirit Fire and flew to the closest Spirit Fire fissure. This one was about 1200 yards long, winding and stretching on the ground, with many "branches." It looked like a massive crimson centipede.

As he approached, Master Owen couldn’t help but wonder: what kind of Spirit Fire was this?

The flame in the fissure was of an indeterminate tier, resembling the lowest Tier-1, yet also appearing to be the incredibly powerful Tier-8.

It seemed that various types of Spirit Fire were mixed together, which made no sense.

Owen secretly took out Jorge Gourd, wanting to collect some of the Spirit Fire. However, the Four Gourds were confused and replied to their master: these Spirit Fires couldn’t be collected. They... seemed to be part of the entire Ancient Annihilation Domain, and their power could only be used within this domain.

Master Owen thought for a moment and casually picked up a Tier-4 Magical Instrument, not knowing where it came from, but since it had no spirit, it couldn’t be used in this Extinction Domain.

He threw the Magical Instrument into the Spirit Fire fissure. The object was not affected by the flames at all and disappeared into the depths of the fissure with a whoosh.

Owen frowned and communicated with the Ice and Snow Divine Sword: "Why don’t you give it a try?"

The Ice and Snow Divine Sword was speechless for a moment. "Are you sure you want a dignified Tier-7 Sword Artifact to take such a risk?" Master Owen hesitated, indeed somewhat reluctant. In case it fell in, not only would he lose a precious Tier-7 treasure, but he also wouldn’t be able to explain it to Swordswoman Phil.

Owen noted the positions of all the Spirit Fire fissures he could see, preparing to check them one by one the next day. Now it seemed that they were at a loss, but suddenly Owen noticed the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand, twisting gently as if it were drunk.

A thought crossed Owen’s mind: could it be...?

He loosened his grip, and the Immortal Binding Rope wriggled like an earthworm, cautiously approaching the Spirit Fire fissure. It extended out to test the fire, and then it quickly plunged in with a whoosh.

Master Owen seemed to hear the Immortal Binding Rope’s contented moan as it stretched out entirely in the Spirit Fire. The key point was that once it extended, it spread continuously without an end point, soon becoming equal to the entire length of the fissure!

Inside the fissure, there were some other illusions, all of which were somewhat irritable due to the Immortal Binding Rope’s intrusion. Master Owen understood them very well, after all, everyone went to the bathhouse together, and suddenly a domineering person came in, occupying the entire pool by themselves, so the others were certainly not happy.

But what could they do if they couldn’t beat them?

In this Spirit Fire fissure, there were hundreds of illusions, ranging from Tier-4, Tier-5, and even a few Tier-6. Although they all had grumbles in their bellies, none of them dared to confront the Immortal Binding Rope. They simply moved back a bit, leaving the best spot in the pool to the Immortal Binding Rope while staying close to the edge and making do with rubbing off some ash.

Master Owen thought of another problem: the Immortal Binding Rope was a physical Magical Instrument, not only capable of capturing illusions, but also capable of absorbing the power of the Spirit Fire just like the illusions!

The most crucial point was that among the bathers enduring in silence in the "pool," there was an illusion of a Tier-7 Dragon Ship! Through the Coin Command Talisman, Owen sensed that this powerful illusion was still instinctual, unwilling to confront the Immortal Binding Rope, but for reasons unknown.

It wasn’t until late into the night that the Spirit Fire fissures began to disappear one by one. The vast majority of illusions - the True Spirits of Artifact Demons - had already completed their refinement for the night, but a very small number of powerful ones still clung to the Spirit Fire and refused to leave. As a result, the fissure suddenly closed, and they were ejected.

Among them was the True Spirit of the Tier-7 Dragon Ship. But after the Spirit Fire fissure kicked it out, it still couldn’t close because the Immortal Binding Rope was still inside!

Master Owen floated high in the air and witnessed another Spirit Fire fissure kicking out seven or eight Tier-7 Demonic Beasts’ True Spirits before closing with a bang. However, the fissure in front of him tried hard to close but was stuck open by the Immortal Binding Rope.

The Spirit Fire fissure seemed quite pitiful, having already retracted its Spirit Fire but still unable to close.

Not satisfied with the amount of Spirit Fire it had absorbed, the Immortal Binding Rope delved deeper and, realizing that daylight was approaching, began to absorb the Spirit Fire’s power more quickly. The colors of the Spirit Fire grew rapidly and clearly dimmer...

Nick Liam and Tamsin Macy came together, stretching their heads out from either side of Owen’s shoulders - but Tamsin Macy’s "beauty head" was noticeably larger, making the image somewhat unbalanced.

"What’s going on?" The two were puzzled, and Tamsin Macy felt more strongly that this high-ranking official from the Wood Dynasty was shrouded in mystery. In such a dangerous Ancient Annihilation Domain, one should be cautious as if walking on thin ice. However, Master Owen seemed to always be able to "counter" the Ancient Annihilation Domain!

Only Master Owen could see that the Immortal Binding Rope was rapidly growing stronger, and he was, of course, pleased to see it. The Immortal Binding Rope had been with him the longest time, accompanying him since he had nothing. It was just that its power hadn’t kept up with him, so it was used less often. If it could be improved, it would undoubtedly be a great surprise.

As daylight approached, the pitiable Spirit Fire fissure still couldn’t close because the Immortal Binding Rope had sucked all the Spirit Fire’s power dry! Master Owen was finding it increasingly difficult to fathom the Immortal Binding Rope and its birthplace, Burning Hillock.