The object in his hand was the very black flame-shaped flying sword that Lei Tianming had used before!

The Thunderfire Sword!

This sword was about four inches long, entirely jet-black like a black transparent diamond long sword.

The blade had two sides, each engraved with different rune patterns.

One side was shaped like thunder, densely covering the blade, appearing like the might of heaven!

The other side had constantly flickering black flame runes, burning fiercely as if they wanted to consume the sky.

Holding it in hand felt like holding a heated crystal, very warm.

Divine thought surged forth, probing into the sword.

A few breaths later, he had clearly examined all of the restrictions within the sword.

Ninety-nine!

A full ninety-nine restrictions deeply embedded within the sword, like a distinct spider web, spreading around the Thunderfire Sword, elevating its quality to the realm of top-grade magical artifacts.

Even among top-grade magical artifacts, it could be considered a fine piece!

Most importantly, this sword had no damage, not even a scratch during clashes with Zhang Shaoyang's Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword.

In terms of material, rune, energy, and grade, it surpassed the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword!

This sword could be considered the most precious item Zheng Yi obtained this time.

"According to Lei Tianming, the Thunderfire Sword was something he exchanged for ten thousand merit points in the Nether Abyss. He had just acquired it and hadn't had time to refine it, but now it's in my possession."

"Thunderfire Sword!"

"Nether Abyss!"

"Ten thousand merit points!"

The speculation about the Nether Abyss had begun to take shape.

It seemed the Nether Abyss should be a trial ground similar to the Underworld in the Canglan Realm, with the rule that only Foundation Establishment cultivators could enter!

Zheng Yi murmured, "A trial ground? A trial ground that only Foundation Establishment cultivators can enter?"

"It seems Zhang Shaoyang is about to head to the Nether Abyss as well."

He put away the sword, preparing to use it as his regular magical artifact.

Apart from the Thunderfire Sword, the storage bag contained a large number of spirit stones, at least a thousand.

A top-grade flying sword, similar in appearance to the one used by Thundercloud Peak, named 'Yin Thunder Sword', also an artifact of the Yinlei Mountain Sect.

A top-grade Thundercloud, similar to the Smoke and Mist Cloud, capable of flight and trapping the enemy.

Three 'Yin Thunder Pearls', sealed layer upon layer by talismans.

Eleven bottles of various spirit pills, neatly categorized together.

More than thirty talismans and three jade scrolls, among which he surprisingly found one magic jade scroll titled "Five Elements Thunder-attracting Technique!"

"Five Elements Thunder-attracting Technique?"

Zheng Yi examined it closely and soon understood.

This "Five Elements Thunder-attracting Technique" was a secret manual for cultivating Thunder Skill, making cultivation twice as effective for those with a Thunder Spirit Root.

Even cultivators with ordinary spirit roots could cultivate it.

In addition to these items, there were seven large demon beast skeletons, shaped like crocodiles, covered in black scales and barbs, exuding a constant aura of fierce evil.

Beside the seven demon beast skeletons were three human-like skeletons.

These human-like skeletons appeared no different from ordinary people, but their skin was dark, with scales at the joints and neck, resembling a half-human, half-demon.

"These demon beasts and skeletons, are they creatures from the Nether Abyss?"

Zheng Yi quickly made a speculation: "Are the cultivators of Canglan Realm also fighting these beings in the Nether Abyss?"

"Strange... What's special about these demonic creatures?"

Upon careful examination, he soon discovered something.

The foreheads of the seven demon beast corpses each had a big hole, as if their demon cores were taken.

Furthermore, the eye sockets of the three human-like corpses were hollow, suggesting their pupils had been taken.

"These are... demon cores, pupils? They've all been removed?"

Zheng Yi wondered, "Are the bodies of creatures from the Nether Abyss also cultivation materials for the Canglan Realm?"

At that moment, he discovered something else.

These corpses, piled together, emitted a strange aura in the quiet room.

This should be the 'Nether Spirit Qi' Zhang Yongkang mentioned.

However, as time passed, this Nether Spirit Qi dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if this world did not welcome them at all.

"This is..."

Zheng Yi's eyes shone brightly: "Innate Spiritual Qi!"

"Innate Spiritual Qi is expelling the Nether Spirit Qi!"

"Or rather... assimilating them!"

"Hiss..."

Zheng Yi gasped, quickly speculating further.

"Innate Spiritual Qi is the nemesis of Nether Spirit Qi!"

All these things he obtained from Weiyang Mountain, but the greatest gain still came from the insight provided by the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.

[You witnessed the conflict between the Zhang and Lei families in Weiyang Mountain, Lei family was annihilated, and Zhang family was severely damaged, gaining 1.5 points of Power of Time.]

1.5 points of Power of Time!

Such a large amount of Power of Time was dozens of times more than before!

It seemed that causing a stir was the key to gaining a substantial amount of Power of Time.

After pondering for a while, he put all these things away.

Once more, his divine thought passed through the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, reaching the Zhang Family in Weiyang Mountain.

At this moment, the Zhang Family was shrouded in gloom. Not only had Zhang Shaohai fallen, but more than thirty other clan members had also died.

The surviving clan members were arranging the afterlife affairs under the guidance of the elders.

In the residence, Zhang Yongkang was critically injured and unconscious, barely holding on to life, and could die at any moment.

He held onto his last breath, unwilling to die, just to wait for Zhang Shaoyang's return!

"When Yang'er returns, make sure to awaken me!"

Zheng Yi searched with his divine thought, but Zhang Shaoyang was not found on Weiyang Mountain.

It seemed he was still at the Lei family.

Yang Ping'er hadn't gone anywhere either, staying by Zhang Yongkang's side.

As for Zhang Shaoxing, he was suppressing his grief to manage the Zhang Family's affairs.

Seeing that the Zhang Family was fine, Zheng Yi's divine thought once again retreated, returning to Baiyu City.

He began refining the Thunderfire Sword while keeping part of his divine thought with the Zhang Family, waiting for Zhang Shaoyang to return.

Three days later.

Zheng Yi finally left a spiritual brand within the Thunderfire Sword, marking the initial success of his refining.

However, achieving a mind-heart connection would still require a great amount of time unless he bloodly sacrificed.

Yet, gazing at his mere three thousand years of lifespan, Zheng Yi decided against it.

Wait, just wait for a bit longer…

At Weiyang Mountain's Zhang Family, Zhang Shaoyang returned, filled with evil qi, and a strong smell of blood wafted from him.

It seemed that during his visit to the Lei family, he had wreaked havoc, killing an unknown number of Lei family members.

"Father! Second Mother! Shaoxing! I'm back!"

As soon as Zhang Shaoyang landed, he was warmly welcomed by the Zhang Family members.

After a round of greetings, he quickly made his way inside the main residence, where he saw the frail Zhang Yongkang.

"Father!!!"

Zhang Shaoyang hastened his steps, dropping to his knees before Zhang Yongkang.

"It's good to have you back, it's good to have you back..."

In a sorrowful voice, Zhang Shaoyang said, "Father! The Lei family still had three Qi Cultivation early-stage cultivators. It took me two days to break their Clan Protection Great Array, and I massacred the Lei family!"

"Over two hundred of the Lei family's direct descendants were killed, and I brought back all their cultivation items!"

"Good, good, good..."

Though Zhang Yongkang's eyes glimmered with brightness and excitement, the faces of the people remained deeply sorrowful.

They all knew this was Zhang Yongkang's last rally.

Yet, Zhang Yongkang chuckled: "Ping'er, Yang'er, Xing'er, there's no need to worry. I, an old man, have lived one hundred sixty-seven years, fulfilling my fate."

"Senior brother!"

"Father~"

"Alright, my time is short, so let's get straight to the point."

Zhang Yongkang began, "What I'm about to say concerns the future of our Zhang Family. You must ponder carefully and act accordingly, understood?"

"Father, please speak!"