"Hmm, let me first recover my body, then investigate this place," Lin Mo mused.

Immediately, Lin Mo activated the Yang Wood Technique, allowing the Flame Spirit and Mu Ling within him to simultaneously emit a green spiritual energy and a fiery red spiritual energy, circulating within his meridians.

The Yang Wood Divine Skill belongs to a Yellow-grade Second-class cultivation technique, which has excellent healing effects for both external and internal injuries.

It is rumored that the most advanced Heavenly Grade Healing Technique can even reconstruct the Golden Body as long as a cultivator has a single finger left, making it an immortal-like existence.

As Lin Mo operated the cultivation technique, his left body felt a cool sensation, as if soaking in a mountain stream, while his right body felt a burning sensation, as if being quenched by intense flames.

Cold, hot.

These two extreme sensations were temporarily bearable for Lin Mo, as the injured muscles, bones, and fascia were being nourished and restored to new life by the spiritual energy.

It took a full week for Lin Mo to recover seventy percent.

Zhen Yuanzi chuckled, "Mr. Lin, we've got quite a haul this time. I've got all the space rings from the cultivators on Flame Island here, and altogether there's a total of ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, along with various treasures. If sold, they should be worth twenty thousand top-grade spirit stones."

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Lin Mo paused, initially only intending to extract the Hell Spiritual Vein, unexpectedly gaining twenty thousand top-grade spirit stones.

Unlike ordinary people who keep their wealth in banks, cultivators carry all their possessions in space rings.

Twenty thousand top-grade spirit stones is quite a significant amount, even for ordinary cultivation sects like the Qingxuan Sect, which probably only has twenty or thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones in assets.

"Where's that woman?"

Lin Mo asked with a frown.

Zhen Yuanzi knew he was referring to Shen Tong and teased, "Mr. Lin, that girl is indeed beautiful, but during the battle with the Yin Yang Shishen Sect cultivators, I couldn't worry about her. But that girl is clever, she probably escaped in the chaos, right?"

"If she didn't escape, the Yin Yang Shishen Sect would definitely investigate thoroughly, and eventually, they would uncover our impersonation of Zheng Rongji and Jin Junxiu, and even implicate Xue Wen."

Lin Mo shook his head and murmured, "I hope she has already escaped."

Lin Mo didn't want to harm innocent people because of himself.

The destruction of the Flame Island cultivators left no one knowing how he and Zhen Yuanzi infiltrated the island. But if Shen Tong were captured, they would certainly discover things about Zheng Rongji, and his battle with Zheng Rongji had already attracted the attention of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect.

A brief investigation would quickly lead them to Xue Wen.

"Let's not think about those things for now. We need to find out where we are and how to get out!"

Lin Mo's eyes flared with a sharp gleam.

Suddenly, Lin Mo had a flash of inspiration, "Something feels off. How did a space black hole suddenly appear and swallow us here?"

"I remember now, it seemed that Mr. Lin's space ring emitted a dark light, then a space black hole appeared out of nowhere and sucked us in," Zhen Yuanzi recalled abruptly.

"Space ring?"

Lin Mo immediately probed into the space ring with his divine thought, and his first thought was the two peculiar black iron plates, but they showed no unusual signs, quietly lying in the space ring.

One of these black iron blocks was obtained from the Hongmen Ancestor, and the other from a vampire named Count Johnny.

Their material is unknown, as are their special properties.

Every time he cultivated, Lin Mo would extend some divine thought to explore the black iron blocks, gradually sensing their mysterious nature, but ultimately the black iron blocks absorbed the divine thought and severed the connection.

"Since it's not these two black iron plates, then what is it?"

Suspicion flashed across Lin Mo's face, and he continued probing within the space ring, suddenly spotting an ordinary-looking space ring in a corner.

This space ring was taken from Liu Qiang, obtained during a moment of urgency without the time to examine it, and thrown directly into his space ring.

"Could the secret be within his ring?"

Lin Mo immediately focused his divine thought, extracting Liu Qiang's space ring, and erased the spiritual mark left by Liu Qiang.

Piles of spirit stones and spirit talismans floated in the air, along with some bizarre magic treasures, occupying a considerable space.

"That Liu Qiang is indeed wealthy within the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, possessing a thousand top-grade spirit stones himself," Zhen Yuanzi inhaled sharply.

Lin Mo remarked calmly, "In the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, although Liu Qiang wasn't strong, he held an oily position as an Outer Deacon, responsible for the cultivation slots at the Spirit Veins and recruiting for the three major martial arts factions. It's only natural for him to be well-off."

As Lin Mo's gaze swept across the miscellaneous items, his attention was suddenly drawn to a thin, incomplete piece of paper, which appeared more like thin gold foil, its light modest, devoid of any brilliance, unremarkable, neither paper nor gold.

"Come."

With a beckoning gesture, the incomplete gold foil fell into Lin Mo's hand, and an incredibly peculiar sensation welled up within him, excitement and thrill, even stirring his blood, making him pulse with euphoria.

"What on earth is this thing? Why do I have such a strange feeling?" Lin Mo frowned, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart, faintly feeling that he had obtained something heaven-defying.

"Zhen Yuanzi, do you feel anything?"

Lin Mo quickly asked.

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head, looking puzzled, "I don't feel anything at all?"

The excitement came from something primal, causing Lin Mo's entire being to tremble with exhilaration.

It must be noted that Lin Mo's soul is ten times stronger than that of ordinary cultivators at the same level, comparable to that of a late-stage Condensation cultivator. Its strength prevented those sensations from encompassing him entirely.

Subsequently, Lin Mo sent out a wisp of divine thought to examine the incomplete gold foil, withdrawing it moments later, frowning.

For he had no knowledge of the origins of this incomplete gold foil, nor how to utilize it!

However, he did know that this piece of incomplete gold foil belonged to Liu Qiang's and Zheng Rongji's master. Years ago, after returning severely injured from a training venture, Liu Qiang's master was secluded for healing, only to be betrayed and killed by Liu Qiang, who seized his master's treasure!

This information and imagery were recorded on the incomplete gold foil.

But since Liu Qiang's master had died, there was no way of knowing how the master originally came across this incomplete gold foil or even what its applications were."Since it's this incomplete gold foil that brought us here, there must be something here related to this gold foil," Lin Mo analyzed, raising an eyebrow, "Let's go ahead and take a look."

America.

An ancient castle perched halfway up a mountain stood firm in the darkness, a few owls clutching at tree branches rested on the nearby treetops, their bright eyes shimmering in the dark with obsidian light.

Swish swish!

Suddenly, two sharp gusts of wind pierced through the forest, two black shadows swept across the woods and appeared at the castle entrance.

The shadows unfurled black wings spanning at least ten meters, retracting them as they strode towards the castle.

Quickly, they ventured into the dim castle, its stone walls lined with bronze lamps flickering a soft, red glow that illuminated the cold stone walls.

Suspended above the main hall of the castle, hovered a black jade throne, floating in mid-air.

The two who entered knelt on one knee at the center, bowed their heads in utmost reverence, "Your Highness!"

Swoosh swoosh

Soon after, a swirling black fog gathered on the throne, gradually revealing the visage of a handsome young man. This was not his true self, but merely a manifestation of divine thought.

"What is it?"

The youthful and handsome presence on the throne spoke faintly, a hint of coldness in his voice.

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