Chapter 1841

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　　Boom！！！
　　The bones turned to dust.
　　Still unsatisfied, the Bone Spirit Mammoth kicked the remains a few more times, sending clouds of dust flying.
　　”Alright, alright…”
　　Ye Wushuang quickly waved his hands, saying, “A sage’s bones are quite useful for forging spiritual weapons. You’ve already crushed them to bits！”
　　”That’s not enough to vent my anger！” the Bone Spirit Mammoth grumbled indignantly. “Originally, I was already engaged to Linghua from our clan, and we were about to have some delightful intimate activities, but then he captured me！”
　　”If not for that, my grandson’s grandson might have already grown into a sturdy Bone Spirit Mammoth by now！”
　　Clearly, this one has a story to tell—ah, no, this is a Bone Spirit Mammoth with a story！
　　”Open the door quickly！” Ye Wushuang urged.
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth approached the door and said, “When I open the door, you’d better step back, or else…”
　　As he spoke, the Bone Spirit Mammoth turned around, only to see Ye Wushuang had already summoned the Sacred Heaven Sword and raised the Qian Yuan Cauldron, standing far outside the courtyard gate, watching it from a distance.
　　”Shameless and cowardly lowly humans！” the Bone Spirit Mammoth sighed.
　　”Stop badmouthing me! That’s a sacred artifact. As a mere Star-Taking Realm cultivator, I have no choice but to keep my distance. Who knows what weird stuff might happen—I could die without even knowing how!”
　　After years of tempering, Ye Wushuang had long understood that even if he were the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, right now, he was just a Star-Taking Realm cultivator. Recognizing his current situation was key！
　　If he really acted like those overpowered reincarnators from folk legends—all arrogant and reckless—he would’ve died hundreds of times over by now.
　　You’re the Heavenly Emperor reborn？
　　Who the hell cares！
　　Even if I’m just a Sage now, I could still slap you, a mere Star-Taking Realm cultivator, to death！
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth stopped wasting words. Hot breath snorted from its nostrils as it charged forward violently.
　　Boom！！！
　　The bamboo hut’s door was shattered.
　　In an instant, an ancient, primordial aura rushed out, filling the air.
　　Immediately, the blood and qi throughout the Bone Spirit Mammoth’s body instantly dissipated, turning it into a skeleton standing at the doorway.
　　Meanwhile, a powerful aura rushed straight toward Ye Wushuang outside the courtyard, sending him flying back dozens of steps, tumbling to the ground, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
　　He had been cautious enough, yet still underestimated this Netherworld Lamp！
　　Looking toward the bamboo house in the courtyard, he saw a soft yellow glow flickering, as if an ordinary kerosene lamp was lighting the room.
　　Yet this lamplight could kill！
　　After a long while, the lamplight inside the room gradually weakened until, in the end, only faint glimmers remained.
　　Ye Wushuang cautiously stepped into the courtyard one step at a time. Seeing the Bone Spirit Mammoth standing at the doorway, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright？”
　　With a thud, the Bone Spirit Mammoth collapsed to the ground, weakly saying, “Lend me some blood！”
　　A drop of Ye Wushuang’s vital blood condensed at his fingertip and merged into the Bone Spirit Mammoth’s forehead.
　　Slowly, the Bone Spirit Mammoth spoke again in a faint voice, “Not… enough…”
　　“……”
　　Only after Ye Wushuang condensed a full seven drops of vital blood did the Bone Spirit Mammoth finally regrow flesh and blood, standing back up.
　　But now, the Bone Spirit Mammoth appeared only half a meter tall and a little over a meter long—much smaller than before.
　　”Impressive！” the Bone Spirit Mammoth exclaimed in surprise： “If it were ordinary Stellar Transformation essence blood, it would take at least ten late-stage cultivators to restore me to this state. Yet you alone did it with just seven drops！”
　　Ye Wushuang ignored the creature’s flattery.
　　He realized this Bone Spirit Mammoth was quite the chatterbox！
　　Inside the bamboo hut, a stone table held a single lamp.
　　The lamp resembled an ordinary kerosene lamp in shape, but its surface had a faint bronze sheen, engraved with nine sigils that converged toward the wick.
　　Upon closer inspection, each sigil seemed to pulse with a unique vein of faint blue light.
　　At the wick’s center was a thumb-sized pale yellow pearl, now emitting a weak yellow glow that barely illuminated the tabletop.
　　”Is this the Netherworld Lamp？”
　　”Correct！” The Bone Spirit Mammoth crouched by the table, eyes fixed on the bronze lamp. “A sacred artifact from the Tang Family of North Hidden Realm—quite renowned. It can both attack and provide healing effects！”
　　Turning to Ye Wushuang, it added： “You can use it too. In the future, kill more people, absorb the consciousness and souls of fallen warriors to nurture this lamp. When the time comes, activating it will devastate enemy souls—exceptionally effective！”
　　”You seem to know it very well…”
　　”Of course! Over the years, I’ve seen Tang Wanli activate the Netherworld Lamp countless times. His mastery of this lamp is truly extraordinary.”
　　After a pause, the Bone Spirit Mammoth continued, “Several times, relying on the Netherworld Lamp’s element of surprise, he managed to kill multiple Saint-level experts despite being outmatched！”
　　Killing　across　realms！
　　That’s　incredibly　difficult.
　　Ye Wushou’s palm, wrapped in spiritual energy, slowly gripped the lamp’s handle. A gentle aura enveloped his hand. Having lost the nourishment of consciousness and souls for years, apart from its initial burst of devastating power, the sacred lamp now posed no danger.
　　Ye Wushou stored the Netherworld Lamp in the second layer of the Nine-Layered Divine Suppression Tower. Sword energies swirled around it, as if keeping an eye on this new ‘little brother’ to prevent any trouble.
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth then said, “Let’s go, there’s nothing left here.”
　　”Your top priority now is to kill. The essence of freshly deceased warriors is most potent—merge it with me, and I’ll serve as your enforcer.”
　　”Then use the Netherworld Lamp to devour the consciousness and souls of the dead… Hmm… forget the souls. At your current strength, killing Saints is impossible. Focus on absorbing consciousness to let the lamp accumulate power.”
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth excitedly said, “Hey, it’s killing two birds with one stone. Tang Wanli did exactly this back then—killing and looting, making rapid progress.”
　　”Hate that Tang Wanli! I begged him multiple times to take me back to our clan’s dwelling place, to let Linghua and I have a deep, forget-each-other interaction, just to fulfill one of my dying wishes. But this guy, so heartless, you know, he…”
　　”Shut up！”
　　Ye　Wushuang　snapped.
　　This Bone Spirit Mammoth is way too chatty！
　　”Aiya, I haven’t spoken for thousands of years. What’s the harm in letting me talk for a bit?”
　　”You had no consciousness for millennia. To you, this awakening is just like waking up from a nap. What do you even have to say？”
　　”Then what’s the problem with you listening?”
　　”Shut up！”
　　”I won’t！”
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth huffed, “You just said you’d treat me better than Tang Wanli, even promising to find ways to possibly revive me in the future. Now you’re annoyed by my chatter？”
　　Ye Wushuang looked down at the Bone Spirit Mammoth, which stood half his height, utterly speechless.
　　This guy.
　　So naggy！
　　In the end, unable to bear the Bone Spirit Mammoth’s incessant rambling, Ye Wushuang stuffed it directly into the Nine-Layered Divine Suppression Tower.
　　”Wow！”
　　The Bone Spirit Mammoth that entered the first level of the Nine-Layered Divine Suppression Tower immediately looked as surprised as a wild pony let loose.