"Feng Ruhua, this storage equipment is for you. Use it well."
Yang Hong's unwilling voice echoed from the sky. An oval scale, one inch long and half an inch wide, flew towards Feng Wei among the crowd on the ground amidst a flash of white light.
Although he said he was giving it to Feng Ruhua, he didn't throw the scale to her but to Feng Wei, who was stronger.
Yang Hong's heart was bleeding at this moment.
This was a scale space he had cultivated for over 400 years, and it still contained more than ten thousand nine-grade spiritual plants of various kinds. These could be said to be the efforts of his entire life!
But now he had to give it up!
It was common knowledge that one could bring storage rings and other storage equipment when ascending. Most cultivators would only bring a few magical artifacts when ascending, leaving treasures for their relatives or sects in the lower realm.
However, he didn't expect that ascension would not allow him to bring excessively large spatial equipment.
Yang Hong didn't have the chance to verify the maximum limit. Anyway, the scale space, which he had tried to strip away with all his might, was automatically detached under the power of ascension.
He could only reluctantly hand over this treasure to Feng Ruhua.
After all, on this Fire Phoenix Island, Feng Ruhua was the closest to him. As for whether it would ultimately fall into Feng Ruhua's hands, it was up to fate.
Because he saw several figures flying out nearby and intercepting that scale, including the young Xuanwu clan boy he had met once.
As for the result, it was no longer relevant to Yang Hong. After he abandoned the scale space, the power of ascension greatly increased, taking him away from this world.
After living, cultivating, and adventuring on the Taiyuan Continent for 418 years, Yang Hong finally ascended and left this Taiyuan Realm.
The legends he left behind would be textbooks for future generations of cultivators to educate their disciples and inspire them.
As for how long his legend would be passed down, it would depend on how long the Taiyuan Continent could withstand the invasion of the demon race in the future.
...
A barren wilderness, a pond less than an acre in size, and nine white pillars, each nine zhang high and nine chi thick.
In the pond, a naked person with no hair lay on his back in the center of the water, completely still.
If his belly didn't occasionally rise and fall, causing the tenth pillar to move up and down, one would suspect he was dead!
The sun set, and the moon rose. The originally barren wilderness finally gained a hint of vitality.
Centipedes hundreds of feet long roamed the wilderness in packs. Before them, giant wolves ten zhang high and giant rats three zhang long were food.
Wherever they passed, life was extinguished, leaving only dry bones!
The giant centipedes roamed for two to three hours before suddenly stopping. As if they had discovered a natural enemy, they began to cautiously retreat, moving back continuously. Many centipedes didn't even dare to turn around and run; they just kept their thousands of legs paddling, retreating at a faster pace than before.
"Venom to hold back the enemy. Young tribesmen, retreat first."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out from the centipede swarm. A giant centipede, nearly 200 zhang long, stopped first and began to spew green venom into the dark night ahead.
As soon as this venom landed on the ground, it immediately corroded a three-foot-deep pit, and it continued to corrode.
However, on this rough and uneven ground, small black figures darted swiftly.
"Help~"
"Patriarch, save me! I don't want to die."
"Hiss~~ Roar~~"
Soon, the entire wilderness was filled with strange cries for help and more screams.
Two hours later, the centipedes, which had roamed the wilderness for three hours and devoured countless lives, completely disappeared, leaving not even a piece of their exoskeletons.
In the morning light, fist-sized black ants, troublesome in number, scurried rapidly across the wilderness, spreading like a black carpet towards the distance.
However, these black ants, like the centipedes last night, avoided the pond protected by the nine white pillars from afar, not daring or unwilling to approach.
As the sun rose, the wilderness, nourished by the blood of many creatures after a night of fighting, began to sprout small green shoots from the soil.
Sun rose and set. In the blink of an eye, seven days and nights passed. The wilderness gradually turned into a plain and began to show signs of vitality. However, no animals had appeared yet, not even insects, only plants growing wantonly.
"Huh~ Another unlucky ghost has ascended to this Ascension Pool. Junior sister, go check if it's dead, male or female?"
"Hmph~ Senior sister, why don't you go check yourself? It was me who checked last time, and I didn't expect it to be a female fish demon."
"Didn't you get to eat that fish demon? You ate the most."
"Hmph~ Fish demons don't taste good."
Two women in purple celestial robes, riding a willow-leaf flying boat, flew from an unknown location and stopped above the pond.
While arguing, a round-faced, plump woman jumped off the willow-leaf flying boat and stood on a white pillar. She took out a net-like magical artifact and scooped gently.
She fished out Yang Hong, who had been soaking for eight days and was still unable to move.
During these eight days, he felt worse than being locked in a dark room.
His divine sense could extend thirty zhang, allowing him to see the surroundings, but his eyes couldn't open, his ears couldn't hear, his nose couldn't smell, his mouth couldn't open, and his limbs were completely immobile.
With his divine sense, he could observe that he was soaking in a pond less than an acre in size, and the pond water emitted a magical power every day after sunrise that transformed his body, making him stronger and stronger.
It was just very strange that he could feel that his body had become at least twice as strong, completely surpassing all immortal, Buddha, and demon beings of immortal-level that he had seen.
But he just couldn't move.
"A man! It's a man~ A strong man!"
The round-faced woman exclaimed in surprise as soon as she fished Yang Hong out of the pond. Overjoyed, she shook him back into the pond.
"A man? Are you sure it's a man, not a male demon? Not a male devil?"
"A human! It's a human! Absolutely a human, and a man!"
The round-faced woman shouted excitedly, extending the net-like magical artifact into the pond to scoop up Yang Hong.
Meanwhile, a woman with an oval face and a voluptuous figure flew down from the willow-leaf flying boat.
"Quick~ Quick, fish him out and let me see. Senior sister, I haven't seen a man in over three hundred years."
"Definitely a man. The last man our master played to death was buried by the two of us. I'll never admit I'm wrong."
Yang Hong wished he could die. Who exactly were these two immortal ladies? What sect did they belong to?
They spoke such suggestive words so casually, and they were so ferocious!
"It's truly a man, or a man with ample assets."
"Slurp~ Slurp~"
"Slurp~ Slurp~"
Yang Hong was fished out and admired by the two immortal ladies in the giant net. But why were these two immortal ladies drooling?
Yang Hong was completely flustered. His immortal essence circulated wildly, but his body simply couldn't move, not even to open his eyes.
Just as he was filled with worry, he was put back into the pond and pressed to the bottom by the net-like magical artifact.
As his head was completely submerged by the pond water, his divine sense was immediately cut off, and he could no longer sense any external movement.
Now he was completely trapped in a dark room!