Deep underground, a thousand zhang down, a massive beast was curled up in a narrow cavity, emanating a dense Gold Spirit Qi.
Fang Qingyuan channeled Spiritual Power to his eyes, allowing him to see everything with perfect clarity in the darkness. The sight was so astounding it shook him to the core.
The giant beast was pure white, its eyes tightly shut. It measured ten zhang even while curled up. If it were to stand, he wondered if it could touch the heavens.
From its face, Fang Qingyuan thought it looked like a bear, but he couldnât identify the specific species.
âIs it a Rime Wind Numbing Bear, a Ten Thousand Ridges Golden Wind Beast, or maybe a Wind Owl Bear Beast?â
Fang Qingyuan mentally ran through every bear-type Spirit Beast he could think of, but none of them matched the giant beast before him.
The most powerful of them, the Wind Owl Bear Beast, was a match in size. But the Wind Owl Bear Beast was primarily wind-elemental, with the head and wings of a bird and only a bearâs lower body.
The giant beast before him, however, had no wings, and it was gold-elementalâwhich matched the element of the Ten Thousand Ridges Golden Wind Beast.
But the Ten Thousand Ridges Golden Wind Beast was a quadrupedal Spirit Beast, not truly a bear. Furthermore, even devoid of all life, this giant beast exuded a kind of sharp, majestic beauty, making it far more magnificent than any Ten Thousand Ridges Golden Wind Beast.
âWith such an imposing aura, could it be a Late-stage Golden Core Spirit Beast?â
âNo.â Fang Qingyuan quickly dismissed his own guess. Not even a Late-stage Golden Core Spirit Beast could generate an oppressive aura as powerful as the one coming from the creature before him.
Fang Qingyuan had seen Zhao E Lianâs Golden Silk Silver-backed Manta Ray. That Late-stage Golden Core Spirit Beast was even larger than the beast before him, but it didnât possess such an immense aura.
Even Wei Tongâs Late-stage Golden Core Spiritual Flood Dragon, which Fang Qingyuan had seen before at the Mountain City Array, fell short. In terms of sheer presence, it was at least thirty percent weaker than this giant beast.
Whatâs more, the Spiritual Flood Dragon was alive, while the giant beast before him was dead.
âThen thereâs only one possibility. This dead Spirit Beast is, without a doubt, a Nascent Soul Spirit Beast.â
âBut why would a Nascent Soul Spirit Beast be laid to rest beneath Qingfeng Mountain? And in all these years, have there really been no strange occurrences?â
âAnd the annual transformation of the Qingfeng Tea Garden above during the Qingming Festival... could that also be caused by this Spirit Beastâs remains?â
The more Fang Qingyuan considered it, the more he felt he was closing in on the truth. âBut thatâs all irrelevant for now,â he thought. âI can investigate the reasons later. The most important thing right now is what I can gain from this giant beast.â
Fang Qingyuan cautiously approached the giant beast. Once he was underneath it, he found it even harder to breathe.
Gold Spirit Power saturated the air around Fang Qingyuan. It felt like countless tiny flying swords aimed at all his vital points. The sensation was like the stinging pain of ten thousand needles pointed at the spot between his eyebrows. They hadnât pierced his skin, but the constant threat frayed his nerves.
Enduring the discomfort, Fang Qingyuan drew closer. âThe remains of a Nascent Soul Stage Spirit Beast would undoubtedly spark a bloodbath if they appeared in the outside world,â he thought. âEven Golden Core cultivators wouldnât be able to resist.â
âEven just a few strands of its fur would be worth a fortune in Spirit Stones out in the world. Iâve really hit the jackpot this time.â
But as he gazed at the giant beast, Fang Qingyuan was at a loss for where to begin. âA beast this massive... thereâs no way I can fit it inside my Immortal Mansion.â
To store anything in his Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan first had to envelop it with his divine soul. With his soulâs current strength at the Fifth-Layer Qi Refining realm, he couldnât even dream of enveloping this giant beast. If he so much as let his soul leave his body, it would likely be shredded to nothingness by the Gold Spirit Power saturating the area.
âMaybe Iâll just have to carve it up slowly,â Fang Qingyuan thought. He took a Tier One Middle Grade Magic Sword from his storage bag and gestured with it toward the giant beast for a long moment before lowering it in dejection.
The gap in their cultivation levels was simply too vast. Even with the beast dead and at his mercy, he had no idea how to even begin.
It was a matter of different tiers of existence. Like an ant stumbling upon a dead elephantâwithout the help of its colony, how much could it possibly carry back on its own?
The forty-to-fifty-meter beast was bigger than an eleven-story building from his past life. A single strand of its fur was as thick as a mooring rope.
âRegardless, I absolutely cannot return empty-handed. Even if itâs just plucking a few strands of fur or collecting some blood, thatâs better than nothing.â
With that thought, Fang Qingyuanâs gaze shifted to the giant beastâs nether regions. âMaybe I can enter from there and break it down from the inside.â
âIn the animal kingdom, a hyenaâs tactics are despicable, but highly effective. Since no oneâs around to see, it shouldnât tarnish my glorious image.â
Having thus convinced himself, Fang Qingyuan raised his sword and hurried toward the beastâs rear. As he drew near, he realized the giant beast was actually female.
âI was hoping to harvest a giant whip,â Fang Qingyuan thought, a little disappointed. âA giant whip is a rare treasure. I bet even Lechuan has never seen wine steeped with one from a Nascent Soul Spirit Beast.â
After a moment of regret, Fang Qingyuan considered his options and pressed on. But just as he arrived beneath the beastâs haunches, his face fell. In this silent place, a thousand zhang underground, he heard a heartbeat.
THUMP!
Hearing the sound, Fang Qingyuan held his breath, not daring to make a sound for fear of drawing the great beastâs attention.
âCould it be... this giant beast isnât dead?â
Fang Qingyuan was filled with regret. âHow could I possibly comprehend the abilities of a Nascent Soul Spirit Beast? Just because it had no discernible aura and was saturated with the stench of death, did that really mean it was dead?â
âBears have an instinct and Talent for hibernation. Itâs not impossible for a Nascent Soul Stage Spirit Beast to have awakened one or two Divine Techniques in that vein. How could I have been so blinded by greed? I didnât even observe it carefully before rushing forward... right under its belly, no less! Am I not just serving myself up on a platter?â
Once Fang Qingyuan steadied his nerves, he realized the heartbeats were coming very far apart. He stood still and timed them, discovering that the sound came only once every half-quarter hour.
Fang Qingyuan stood rooted to the spot for a full two-hour period, not daring to move an inch. In that time, the heartbeat sounded a total of sixteen times, each one right on schedule.
âSuch a steady rhythm means the beast is still sound asleep and hasnât noticed me at all.â
Having reached this conclusion, Fang Qingyuan began to inch his way out, trying to sneak away unnoticed.
âItâs not dead after all. I shouldnât disturb it. Best to get out of here.â
But just as Fang Qingyuan shuffled to the edge of the cavity, the heartbeat, which should have sounded right on cue, abruptly ceased.
Fang Qingyuan froze. He told himself not to take another step. He had a gut feeling that if he moved, he would die in the next instant, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.
And so, Fang Qingyuan stiffly twisted his body around to look back at the giant beast. The "corpse," which had been devoid of any aura just moments before, had suddenly opened its eyes. Its two enormous, pale, ashen orbs were fixed coldly on him.