Breakthrough Imminent

Xiao Ruobai rested his gaze on the Seven Stars Secret Token clutched in the little fatty's hand.

"Give me the tokens first."

Although Fatty Wang was a bit reluctant, he obediently handed over both the primary and secondary tokens, muttering, "Big brother, you have to keep them safe. These are our keys to the treasure..."

Xiao Ruobai took the tokens but didn't act on them himself. Instead, he handed them to Fang Hanyu beside him. "Hanyu, deal with this."

Fang Hanyu gave a slight nod and took the two tokens.

Forming his index and middle fingers into a sword gesture, no dazzling light shone from his fingertips. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible aura of primal chaos gathered there, looking as if it could devour everything.

This wisp of chaotic sword intent was extremely restrained, yet it carried a heart-palpitating power of annihilation.

He tapped lightly with his fingertips. That wisp of chaotic sword intent acted like the most precise carving knife, silently sweeping across the surfaces of the primary and secondary tokens.

The faint fluctuations of star power originally emanating from the tokens, which could be sensed by the special techniques of the Glazed Holy Land, melted away like ice and snow the moment they touched the chaotic sword intent. They were completely isolated and sealed within the deepest depths of the tokens.

At this moment, the tokens looked even more ancient and unadorned, as if they were just two ordinary objects from a bygone era, no longer leaking any traces of energy.

"It's done."

Fang Hanyu handed the processed tokens back to Xiao Ruobai.

Unless someone's cultivation base far exceeded his and they were highly proficient in this path, it would be absolutely impossible to detect or break the seal formed by the chaotic sword intent.

Xiao Ruobai took the tokens and sensed them for a moment, confirming that the tracking sensation had completely disappeared.

He casually tossed the tokens to Fatty Wang, who was watching eagerly. "You obtained these. Keep them for yourself."

Fatty Wang caught them in a flurry and felt that the tokens had become completely ordinary.

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant! Senior Brother Fang's sealing technique is absolutely amazing! Let's see how those guys track us now!"

After dealing with Shen Xinghe's matter and thoroughly cleaning up the traces at the scene, Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Fatty Wang quickly left the area. They found an extremely hidden cave to hide in within the endless barren mountains and wild ridges.

After laying down several layers of isolation formations, Xiao Ruobai looked at Fang Hanyu.

"Junior Brother, I feel like I can't suppress my cultivation realm any longer!"

Having meditated for a long time at the edge of the palm print on their Master's palm strike, which contained supreme Dao rhythm, the already overflowing spiritual energy in their bodies and their comprehension of heaven and earth had finally reached a critical point.

Fang Hanyu nodded slightly. A wisp of chaotic sword qi spontaneously circulated at his fingertips, tearing through the air. "I feel it too. The bottleneck has loosened, and the barrier to the Heaven and Human realm is within reach."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang's small eyes immediately lit up. "You guys are about to break through to the Heaven and Human realm?! That's great! Does this mean Lord Fatty here can walk sideways from now on?"

Xiao Ruobai ignored his bantering and pondered, "Although this place is hidden, breaking through to the Heaven and Human realm will cause quite a commotion, which will inevitably attract prying eyes. We need to find an absolutely safe place."

Just as he finished speaking, as if remembering something, he flipped his palm. An exquisite, compact nine-story small tower exuding an ancient and weathered aura appeared in his hand.

It was exactly that holy weapon obtained from the secret realm, the Heaven-Spanning Tower!

Seeing this small tower, Fatty Wang leaned over curiously. "Eh? Big brother, what kind of treasure is this? It looks pretty intimidating."

Xiao Ruobai's tone was flat. "A spatial holy weapon that contains a world within. It's perfect to use as a place for secluded cultivation."

Meanwhile, on the top floor inside the tower, the space was vast and brimming with Dao rhythm.

A somewhat illusory divine soul with a handsome but deeply haggard face was sitting bored in the void. It was precisely the Half-Saint Ling Qiong.

Ling Qiong felt like he was going crazy!

Ever since that kid named Xiao Ruobai became the new master of the Heaven-Spanning Tower, he thought his good days had finally arrived.

After all, following such a heaven-defying genius, his remnant soul might be able to recover faster and even see the light of day again.

But who could have imagined?!

That kid... that kid was simply a weirdo!

After obtaining a holy weapon like the Heaven-Spanning Tower, shouldn't a normal person be ecstatic, immediately enter to explore its mysteries, and frantically cultivate using the Dao rhythm and dense spiritual energy inside the tower?

But not him!

Ever since that first time, he had never come in again!

It was as if he had completely forgotten that he possessed such an incredibly awesome holy weapon!

Ling Qiong waited and waited, waited until the flowers wilted, waited until his divine soul was about to fall apart!

He began to doubt his life, doubt his existence in the tower, and even suspect whether Xiao Ruobai had been killed by someone outside.

Yet, he could faintly sense that the tower itself was perfectly fine.

"What exactly is this kid... doing? Could it be that my Heaven-Spanning Tower can't compare to the dazzling world outside?"

Ling Qiong frantically pulled at his illusory hair.

"Could it be that he has no sense of direction and can't find the tower's entrance? That's impossible, he can enter with just a single thought!"

Just as Ling Qiong's resentment was about to pierce the heavens, and he was preparing to actively contact the outside world even at the cost of consuming his soul power...

A ripple passed through the space inside the tower.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and a fatty who was looking around in all directions abruptly appeared inside the tower.

Ling Qiong was stunned at first, then overjoyed, almost tearing up!

He had finally come! He had finally remembered this tower!

He immediately tidied up his appearance (although it was useless) and prepared to put on the airs of a Half-Saint senior to properly educate this irresponsible new master.

However, before he could even speak, he was stunned by the sight before him.

He saw Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, as if performing a magic trick, start pulling things out from their respective storage magical treasures.

First, several jade-like bottle stoppers were pulled out. The Innate Spiritual Marrow—a liquid as clear as amber yet containing an indescribable aura of life's origin—swayed gently, and an incomparably pure Dao rhythm instantly filled the air.

Just the escaping aura made Ling Qiong's remnant soul feel like it was receiving sweet dew after a long drought, experiencing a wave of comfort and throbbing from the depths of his soul.

Immediately after, Xiao Ruobai took out a jade jar carved from Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade. He carefully opened the lid and, using his spiritual energy to guide them, drew out a few strangely shaped tea leaves.

These tea leaves were not emerald green, but rather presented a profound grayish-gold color, with their veins naturally outlining blurry textures of the Great Dao.

An indescribably fresh Dao fragrance emanated from them; smelling it cleared one's mind and instantly dispelled all distracting thoughts.

Fatty Wang's small eyes instantly widened into perfect circles. He stared fixedly at those tea leaves, sniffing hard with his nose. Extreme disbelief first appeared on his face as he stammered out a mutter:

"Th-this fragrance, naturally generating Dao rhythm... could it be the legendary Dao Comprehension Tea?"

He shook his head violently, as if to throw off this overly shocking thought. "That's impossible... such a divine item went extinct tens of thousands of years ago..."

But immediately after, he looked at Xiao Ruobai with awe. Thinking of the other party's unfathomable Master, a look of relief suddenly appeared on his chubby face.

Xiao Ruobai ignored his internal monologue. He took out top-grade spiritual spring water, skillfully brewed the tea, and poured a cup each for himself and Fang Hanyu.