After absorbing the memories of the iron ring, it lost all its supernatural qualities and became an ordinary iron ring.

Wei Yuan set the matter aside for the time being and picked up the fragments of the idol one by one, storing them inside the Great Realm.

Even if the memories within the ring were true, they had happened a very, very long time ago. Who knew what might have changed since then? That Liao youth could well be ashes at this point.

Moreover, it was far more likely that these so-called memories were merely an illusion—or even a deception.

Without further clues, Wei Yuan decided not to dwell on the matter and chose to secure the idol first. The blood-clay used to sculpt the statue possessed astonishing spirituality; the Red Lotus Bodhi, the Ice-Glass Divine Tree, and the aquatic immortal plant all began to stir with renewed life. His Dao Foundation’s spirituality had also strengthened accordingly, which caused the amount of Dao energy he could use to multiply.

By this point, Wei Yuan had already used up more than half of the flying swords at his disposal, and just obtaining the idol was already an immense gain. Moreover, standing where he was right now, he could faintly sense a terrifying aura from deeper within the caves—one that far surpassed that of an Avatar.

Wei Yuan decided against taking further risks and prepared to return to the surface first, both to replenish his supply of flying swords and to determine his next course of action....