"Aren't you supposed to be a veteran? How can you not even recognize a broken stone?" Lin Tian said, feeling quite disappointed.

But the Sword Spirit replied confidently, "What's so strange about that? Even those wizards couldn't figure it out. I'm just a sword; I can't run or fly, so it's normal for me not to know."

"Then what do you know? What's the use of this stone?" Lin Tian pressed further.

"I don't know." The Sword Spirit replied even more bluntly.

"You're useless, you know nothing." Lin Tian said with great contempt.

Just as he finished speaking, the transparent stone engulfed in Purple Fire suddenly began to change. In Lin Tian's stunned gaze, the spherical stone slowly extended into a long stick, while the remaining part turned into a cylindrical shape.

Lin Tian gaped for a long time before saying, "It really is a hammer!"

"Kid, did you see that? I told you it could transform, do you believe it now?" The Sword Spirit shouted triumphantly.

Lin Tian, however, had no time to pay attention to it, instead, he focused his spiritual sense and yelled, "Television!"

The stone changed again, retracting back into a sphere, but it did not turn into a television. The Sword Spirit quickly said, "A television is such a complex thing, how could it possibly transform into one? Feel it carefully, the transformation consumes energy, be careful it doesn't drain you dry."

Lin Tian recalled the process of it transforming into a hammer, and it did seem like that. However, he didn't believe it could drain his energy. His brow and lower elixir field held terrifying energy that he couldn't even control, let alone explore.

Taiyin Xuan Qi and the power of fire are both extremely domineering energies. If the transforming stone tries to drain them, it might just end up being devoured itself.

"Dagger." Lin Tian issued another command in his mind, and the stone underwent a change, turning into a dagger.

Lin Tian withdrew the Purple Fire, and without the support of the flame energy, the "dagger" quickly reverted back to a stone, still a transparent stone, but smaller than a fist.

"This thing is indeed magical, its properties are a bit like super-memory metal, but it doesn't seem to be of much use." Lin Tian shook his head, finding the stone a bit useless. It can change shapes, but it's not particularly useful otherwise.

The Sword Spirit, however, disagreed, "You can't say that. You're not a caster, so you don't know how to utilize it. It might be a treasure in the eyes of a caster."

"Well, since it's in hand, it's impossible to throw away. I'll just keep it." Lin Tian said, putting the stone into his pocket, and then looked towards the skeleton in the secret chamber.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Tian said, "Let's take this skeleton out for a proper burial. No matter where you are, resting in peace is a constant."

"Seems like you're not so bad after all. You know to respect your predecessors." The Sword Spirit praised.

Lin Tian, however, said, "Predecessors are certainly worthy of respect, but being disrespectful due to age is annoying."

After saying this, he walked out of the secret chamber, took a box from the armory, placed the vampire's skeleton inside, took one last look, and walked out of the secret chamber, sealing it shut once more.

With the skeleton in tow, Lin Tian left the armory, stealthily exited the Crown Bar, caught a taxi, and headed to the outskirts. After walking a little further, he arrived at a hillside.

The hillside faced Newcastle on one side and the River Tyne on the other. Lin Tian dug a deep pit at the top of the slope and buried the skeleton along with the box underground.

After refilling the sand and soil, Lin Tian moved a large stone to weigh down the fresh soil. With time, as wild grass and shrubs regrow, there will be no traces left.

The night wind from the River Tyne blew, flattening the wild grass atop the slope, exuding a sense of desolation. The buried Blood Clan, who might have been illustrious in life, perhaps a great figure who lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, with a life full of adventures, ends up buried deep underground, unknown from henceforth.

"King Arthur spent his life in triumph, living an epic life full of grandeur, yet in the end, no one knows where he's buried. No matter how great a person, how illustrious a life, it ultimately occupies just this small patch of land," the Sword Spirit suddenly lamented.

Standing by the river, Lin Tian naturally thought of the opening words of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms": Rolling waves of the Yangtze River flow eastwards, washing away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to emptiness. The mountains remain, several times the sunset is red. With gray-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank, accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze, a jug of crude wine for a happy reunion, so many deeds of antiquity, all reduced to a smile.

Even vampires with their eternal and undead nature eventually turn to a pile of white bones. In this world, what else is eternal? Lin Tian reflected.

"Perhaps only gods are eternal," the Sword Spirit said.

"If the heavens have feelings, the heavens too will age. Even gods would fall. Besides, is there even a god in this world?" Lin Tian said casually.

The Sword Spirit fell silent, unable to respond. After standing for a few more minutes, Lin Tian turned and left the slope, returned to the city, and once again caught a taxi back to the Crown Bar.

Although it was already late at night, the atmosphere in the bar remained lively, whether it was the ground floor bar or the underground bar, two worlds surprisingly similar.

The bar, though seemingly lively, is in fact a lonely place because it gathers a group of lonely people. Lin Tian wasn't lonely, so he didn't like staying in bars, even though he was the owner of Night Rose. He actually only visited the bar a few times.

Lin Tian took the elevator upstairs, returned to the dormitory door, and was about to open it when he suddenly looked toward the end of the corridor.

There were no lights there, but it didn't impede Lin Tian's vision. He spoke to the darkness, "Marquis Luo Lin, so late, are you here to monitor me, or are you feeling lonely at night, and came to find me?"

A woman dressed in leather emerged from the darkness and came to Lin Tian. It was Luo Lin. She glanced at the dirt on Lin Tian's shoes and frowned, "What were you doing out so late?"

Lin Tian did not hide it but calmly said, "Vampires go out at night, what's so strange about that?"

He was stating the truth; most vampires are "night creatures." Even though high-level vampires are not afraid of sunlight, they don't like the daytime, perhaps due to their innate nature. But Lin Tian was the opposite; although he was a zombie, he preferred the world of sunshine.

"Elder Asina just sent a message, she'll be returning to the bar soon and asked me to tell you not to wander around." Luo Lin didn't inquire further, simply speaking in an official tone.

"So, the elder isn't in the bar? I didn't know." Lin Tian feigned surprise.

In fact, he knew that Asina hadn't returned since she left that day, probably as she mentioned, to find the Prince, since it was indeed necessary to provide an account when competing with another elder.

"The message has been delivered, I'm leaving." Luo Lin gave Lin Tian a deep look and then turned to leave.

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