Chapter Sixty: Fellow Cultivator, I Shall Aid You in Reincarnation

Steel Fiend Puppet, a true transformable celestial artifact, the finest among ninth-grade celestial instruments.
This artifact is not strong in offense, but its defense and adaptability are unmatched by any other.
With such a weapon in hand, the question of ownership stirred much debate among the crowd. Old Bear Third was determined to claim this weapon, but Wuyun paid him no mind and handed it straight to Little Bug instead.
Little Bug was the most suitable.
Once the weapon was in Little Bug’s hands and he had flaunted it for a while, a sudden question arose: Where am I? What is this place?
The group was lost. The Steel Fiend River concealed their location, winding and weaving, countless entrances appearing—some large, some small, some wide, some narrow, some glowing dimly from within.
Long Yi took the lead and entered one of the glowing caves. The moment he stepped in, a barbed hook hung upside down from Long Yi’s true form’s tail.
“Ha!” In the moment of danger, Ancestor Dragon of Six Talents instantly triggered the divine blade’s defense, severing the hook and saving Long Yi from being caught.
The crowd was astonished; within the sinister river, strange fish spirits had formed—long, rod-like snouts, eight claws, crocodile-like heads, and a cultivation at the level of Great Celestial Body. One more step, and they could ascend to Grand Celestial.
These were Steel Fiend Monsters, beings self-born in liquid, occupying caves as their domains. Anyone daring to enter would become their food, regardless of strength—there was only one rule: fight!
In the next second, immense pressure descended as the fiend unleashed a spell, forming freezing blocks to trap its foes.
Long Yi stood fearless, cleaving with his blade, but Six Talents played a trick—the divine blade barely showed its power, only symbolically cutting a tiny bit.
In an instant, Long Yi was frozen, a heavy, barbed spear thrust straight into his chest and pierced through.
Both were celestial bodies, but one was perfected, while the other had only recently stepped into celestial form. Despite the dragon’s innate defenses, the disparity in cultivation was immense.
Crucially, without the blade’s true power, Long Yi was as weak as a sick kitten.
The spear went through, barbs sprouting at the tip. If withdrawn, it would tear out a chunk of flesh, leaving a bloody hole.
“Hey!”
Battle King acted decisively, grabbing the spear. Bathed in golden light, he matched the fiend in strength. The next moment, he and the flesh from Long Yi’s chest were flung toward the fiend’s sunflower-like maw.
Just then, Half-Day One Earth swept by, enveloping Battle King and preventing harm.

The Steel Fiend Monster, thrilled with its prize, began to shake its massive body. The scent of dragon blood from Long Yi triggered a frenzy in the surrounding caves.
“I feel it’s bad luck for a dragon to appear here.” Long Yi, clutching his wound, sensed the place’s peril and swallowed several pills, but the cavity in his chest showed no signs of healing.
He was in true dragon form—such a minor wound should have healed instantly.
Examining closely, the wound was a battleground, his blood entangled with another liquid.
Within the Steel Fiend’s aura was a pressure, uniquely suppressing dragons.
Could it be true that a Celestial King-level Earth Dragon Beast had been slain here?
The divine blade, unbidden, gently swept through, splitting the fiend into two, which vanished in the river.
Drawn in, wounded, yet departing empty-handed—what sense was there in that?
Old Bear Third, unwilling to accept this, searched the spot where the fiend disappeared but found no clues, as if these monsters were the very soul of the Steel Fiend River.
“Senior, we’re surrounded. The outside is full of these creatures.” For the first time, Little Bug fought using the Steel Fiend Puppet, clumsy and unskilled. Pierced dozens of times, the artifact’s size diminished by three percent.
“Hold them off for a bit. They say thieves never leave empty-handed, and frankly, I don’t like leaving empty-handed either!”
With only his head and bones left, Wuyun approached the fiend’s vanished spot, chanting a spell. Resonating with the Steel Fiend River, a spherical bead appeared where the fiend had died, not yet matured, but swept away by Half-Day Ten Earth, vanishing without a trace.
“Slay them all, seize them all, repair the imperial artifact!” Wuyun declared with fierce vigor. After two steps, his shin bone cracked, and he tumbled to the ground.
Battle King, seeing this, felt sympathy and whispered, “Senior, shall I chop off my shin bone and lend it to you for a few days?”
Wuyun shook his head repeatedly, pointed his finger, and a thousand materials appeared out of thin air, then quickly diminished. When about three hundred remained, another sweep eliminated most.
Long Yi tried to identify them—of the remaining one hundred fifty, he recognized only half.
“Flying Underworld Beast Egg, imperial bone powder, million-year transcendent lotus leaf, spatial phoenix stone, blood of a maiden born in the year, month, day, and hour of darkness, blood of a youth born in the same of light, temporal and spatial imperial artifacts, divine soft juice, Nine-Life Stone, Eternal Mirror, Axis of Reincarnation…”
The more Long Yi recited, the more stunned he became. These were all legendary items—like imperial-level rhinoceros jade horn, pure yin-yang imperial blood, each an invaluable treasure.
“Senior Wuyun, are you planning to use these materials to forge a true body?”

When Long Yi saw Wuyun nod, he felt he was embarking on a path of no return. Even as an Immortal Emperor, seeking these would be a life-and-death struggle.
Who would surrender such treasures easily?
Yet, Wuyun swept again, leaving only those items Long Yi had recited first; the rest turned into numbers.
One hundred billion!
“Is it possible, senior, that you need so many celestial stones?”
“Yes, one hundred billion supreme celestial stones, more than enough to purchase the rest!”
Unable to hold out, Little Bug retreated into a cave, just as Long Yi collapsed before him. Ancestor Dragon of Six Talents, ready to show off, raised the divine blade, but its power weakened.
“How many tens of thousands of cuts will it take to yield so many supreme stones!” Six Talents groaned, losing all enthusiasm for the Steel Fiend monsters that charged in, slashing them down mechanically.
“With enough effort, even the golden staff can be ground into a needle!” Wuyun shook his head, as though earning wealth was easy for him.
Wherever the divine blade struck, Steel Fiend monsters dissolved into nothingness, their essence exposed by Wuyun’s spell and devoured by Ten Days Nine Earth nearby.
Such a vast number of Steel Fiend beads allowed Half-Day One Earth to recover, becoming One Day One Earth. Wuyun smiled in satisfaction, and the divine blade, stained with celestial aura, slowly regained its radiance.
Six Talents Ancestor Dragon showed signs of fatigue; he hadn’t expected that, after ascending to the celestial realm, the broken blade would gradually restore itself, regrowing the severed part, and soon a newborn soul would emerge to drive him out, the intruder.
He could still control it, but it belonged to the new second-in-command!
Wuyun grinned, his fleshless, pitch-black face shining only with the light in his eyes.
After the group harvested their gains, each wielded a Steel Fiend bead for refinement, reducing the river’s overall pressure. Gradually, the myriad passages disappeared, and a staircase was revealed.
As the group wondered, Long Yi was inwardly excited. He sensed a consciousness and spontaneously called out, “Friend, I will help you reincarnate and be reborn!”