C393 Fallen Sun Tower Upper(1)

Woo Zhengyang and Bing'er, along with three other women, brushed away the dust ahead as they stepped into the ruins of the Fallen Sun Sect's inner sanctum.

"Hiss..."

It was only then that the onlookers from the outer sect gasped in shock.

Apart from the sword light that had been unleashed earlier, Woo Zhengyang had actually only made two strikes.

The first strike shattered the spiritual sword of the Fallen Sun Sect's Third Elder, leaving him dead from the residual force.

The second strike, with unstoppable momentum, reduced the inner gate of the Fallen Sun Sect, which had stood for countless years, to rubble.

Those who had mocked Woo Zhengyang's audacity were now dumbfounded.

Someone, it was unclear who, began to lead a frantic rush toward the mountain gate.

This harbinger of destruction had come to annihilate the Fallen Sun Sect. While he might not be interested in killing them now, that didn't mean he wouldn't later. It was best to leave this place of trouble immediately!

In truth, they were overthinking it.

Woo Zhengyang had no intention of excessive slaughter. If he wanted to kill them, it would only take a few casual sword strikes. They wouldn't have survived until now.

As for the cultivators at the Reality Condensing and Shape Gathering Stages, Woo Zhengyang would eliminate them because their current strength posed a threat to the Profound Heaven Sect. However, for the ordinary members of the Fallen Sun Sect, if they chose to leave, Woo Zhengyang wouldn't pursue them.

In this world, it's survival of the fittest, and enemies are everywhere. Even if Woo Zhengyang were to eliminate all three sects of the Fallen Sun Country, foes would still abound. He doesn't worry about leaving potential threats behind; after all, he's already crossed paths with powerful figures reborn as emperors. Why fret over these people?

If any of them manage to rise to prominence, it would be a testament to their fortune and a challenge for Woo Zhengyang. Should they ever become formidable enough to warrant his caution, it would be their opportunity and a motivation for him.

Worrying about those on par with his own abilities and seeking to eliminate them out of fear would only show cowardice. With his immense confidence, Woo Zhengyang naturally dismisses such concerns.

The Fallen Sun Sect, the leading sect in the country, boasts a rich heritage. Upon entering the inner gate, the abundant energy is palpable. The herb gardens, filled with spiritual plants, span over twenty mountain peaks.

"Bing'er, if we converted all these spiritual herbs, how much could we replenish the energy pool?"

"Master, it would be just about one or two ten-thousandths."

"So little!" Despite having anticipated this, Woo Zhengyang was still a bit disheartened by Bing'er's report.

The Ice Crystal Fire Hall's support capabilities are indeed strong, but they consume too much energy. The rootless energy depletes with each use. Originally, it was only one percent of the energy pool, but after the battle with the Profound Heaven Sect, it's decreased by twenty percent, leaving it at less than one percent.

Woo Zhengyang had initially hoped that these spiritual herbs could make up for some of the deficits, but he was disappointed to find that even with so many herb gardens, they could only fill a tiny fraction of the spiritual energy pool. It was like trying to fill a lake with a single cup of water.

Seeing Woo Zhengyang's disappointment, Bing'er smiled gently and explained, "Sir, the reason you were able to absorb so much spiritual energy last time was because the herb garden in the No Life Patriarch's cave had been there for countless years. Even though it had seen better days, the youngest herbs were centuries old, and the oldest were even a thousand or ten thousand years old. These herbs, only a few years or decades old, can't compare."

"Exactly. If you want to fill the spiritual energy pool, you'll need to find a more powerful sect. The herb garden in the Heavenly Martial Sect might be better," Huo'er chimed in.

But as soon as she spoke, she was urging Woo Zhengyang to challenge the Heavenly Martial Sect, making him break into a cold sweat...

Seeing Woo Zhengyang remain silent, Huo'er continued, "And one more thing, sir, you need to avoid waste in the future!"

"Waste?"

"That old man's sword, although crude, could still yield some spiritual energy. You shattered it, and the energy was lost."

"Even artifacts can be absorbed?"

"Of course, as long as they contain spiritual energy, they can be absorbed!"

"Got it! I'll remember that!" Woo Zhengyang felt a glimmer of hope, but soon realized that his so-called breakthrough was just an illusion.

He had just shattered a spirit sword with a single strike, not only to save time but also to test the true power of the No Life Sword at this moment. If possible, Woo Zhengyang would have gladly taken the spirit sword as a trophy.

However...

Even if he did claim that sword, would Woo Zhengyang really be willing to break it down into spiritual energy for the energy pool? A spirit sword was still incredibly valuable to the Profound Heaven Sect at this time.

Without realizing it, Woo Zhengyang had already started considering the needs of the Profound Heaven Sect...

After a short break, Woo Zhengyang and Bing'er, along with three other women, had flown over countless mountain peaks. The herb gardens couldn't be moved quickly, so Woo Zhengyang's target was the core of the Fallen Sun Sect—the Treasure Pavilion.