My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1019 - 796: The Eye of Information_2

Chapter 1019: Chapter 796: The Eye of Information_2

Wang Zijia was dumbstruck as he watched the scene unfold before him.

He clearly saw that the so-called Heavenly Merit was nothing more than the Corpse’s Dao Charm being assimilated by this world, losing its unique reality and turning into an abundant mix of Tao and reason in this world!

When Wang Zijia himself received these things, he didn’t react much, only feeling that his eyes became somewhat clearer, equivalent to gaining hundreds of thousands of light spots in a short time, but he still felt it was not enough.

However, when the six Profound Immortals devoured these so-called Heavenly Merits, the effects were exceptionally exaggerated.

Not only did everyone’s cultivation reach the peak of Profound Immortal simultaneously, but Wang Zijia also felt that their foundation had been strengthened, as if... they had become Supreme Dao Fruits, with the potential to ascend to golden immortals?

That was six of them!

’What in the world is this place?’

’Why do I feel like we, the supposed Extra-Territorial Sky Demons, are like super nourishing pills for this world?’

’...’

After a moment, everyone, with joy written all over their faces, came back to their senses one by one.

Including the Immortal disciples around them, it seemed everyone had a considerable gain.

At the very least, they all improved their cultivation and foundation to some extent!

’No wonder they are so enthusiastic about Extra-Territorial Sky Demons, to describe us Sky Demons as natural treasures is almost an understatement!’

’We are like walking Innate Spirit Treasures!’

Wang Zijia also felt somewhat strange in his heart!

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your help!" At that moment, the six people had already come up to Wang Zijia, expressing their gratitude joyfully.

All six people had reaped significant benefits.

Wang Zijia regained his composure slightly and said indifferently, "It’s merely what one should do as a monk."

...

The group exchanged pleasantries for a while before they began deliberating on how to divide the spoils of battle.

The Corpse had many good items, but...

Wang Zijia looked at them; although they seemed very real, he always felt there was something different.

These things seemed to have become no different from the Spiritual Objects of this world.

Therefore, Wang Zijia wasn’t insistent, simply taking a White Bone Magical Treasure casually, and then asked for the Corpse of the Old Skeleton Ghost.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

As Wang Zijia and his group were nearly finished dividing the spoils, several streaks of streaming light arrived.

It seemed they had seen Wang Zijia’s reported information but had not been able to receive the task on time and had hurried over on their own.

Despite lacking specific guidance, the fact that they could find this place so quickly showed that they had used quite a few methods.

Then, seeing that the matter had already concluded, they did not persist and left without further ado.

After all, with their level of cultivation, hunting Sky Demons was not about coveting any spoils but rather the ’Heavenly Merit’ rewards.

...

Half an hour later, Wang Zijia declined the group’s invitations, said his farewells, and quietly left.

After traveling for half a day and ensuring no one was following him, Wang Zijia found another spot rich with Spirit Mechanism and stopped.

He then took out the Corpse of the Old Skeleton Ghost!

The Corpse of a Profound Immortal should be a treasure even after being prepared for burial.

But when Wang Zijia tried to infuse the Corpse with his mana,

"Bang!"

After a light sound, the Corpse disintegrated into the air as runes turned into gibberish, vanishing without a trace.

Only a few specks of light entered Wang Zijia’s eyes and disappeared.

’Is it really so?’

’When the Old Skeleton Ghost died, those things were extracted from him, causing him to lose a certain reality, transforming into an existence similar to a native of this world!’

’Could this be one of the worlds of the Parallel Space-time created by some ultimate powerful being, a Sandbox World, perhaps?’

As he watched the treasure belonging to the Corpse also crumble into gibberish and disappear, Wang Zijia felt a chill run down his spine and his back turned cold!

A Profound Immortal!

To die was one thing, but to live and lose everything, even the reality of his existence between heaven and earth turning into falsehood... What kind of power would that require?

It was said that even the Grandmaster Taiyi, the supreme practitioner of Illusion, would need to personally take action to reverse Illusion and Reality!

After standing dumbfounded for a long time, Wang Zijia managed to compose himself.

He couldn’t keep thinking about it!

Wang Zijia calmly recovered his mana, and then without further concern, continued his journey westward, heading straight for the southwest.

...

Several days later, Wang Zijia finally crossed the entire Central Divine Continent completely, arriving in the southwestern region of the Shen Hong.

As Wang Zijia continued westward, the Earth began to gradually turn blood-red, and a stench of blood filled the air between heaven and earth.

Countless Resentful Souls roamed here, and the whole world seemed wounded and on the verge of shattering at any moment!

This was his destination: the Bloody Wasteland!

According to the information Wang Zijia had obtained, it was said that during the middle of the Second Epoch, the Time and Space Ancestor, the Omniscient Emperor, and the Life Emperor suddenly rose.

They united numerous Dao Consistencies and many affiliated species to form the Immortal Dao Alliance of this world, establishing themselves as the Profound Sect Orthodox School.

Correspondingly, Ling Jingzi and Zhang Bairren also united countless paths of the Demon Path and established the Demonic Holy Land.

Since then, the two major factions had waged war.

For countless years, through eras of change, only the warfare remained constant, exceedingly abnormal!

The two factions deployed massive forces to the Bloody Wasteland every year to fight daily, and every few years, they embarked on full-scale warfare.

It was as if there were an unending hatred, as if the land itself bore resentment, with the never-ceasing battles between the two sides representing a struggle of wills.

Anyway, such conflict had continued for countless years without a moment’s rest.