Protect Our Clan Leader

This Sacred Artifact is a translucent bead with a lustrous sheen, its interior seemingly encircled by a starry river. It’s very beautiful and palm-sized, making it quite harmonious as an accessory worn on the body.

Yet, the aura it exudes is as mysterious and elusive as the Void Sea, incomparably profound and deep.

“I am called Hao Tian Eye, the master can call me Haotian.”

It seemed to have noticed Wang Shouzhe’s gaze, and the Artifact Spirit of Hao Tian Eye emerged from the artifact.

It was a boy wearing a scholar’s cap and a splendid long robe, appearing to be about six or seven years old. His chubby cheeks looked very youthful and adorable.

He introduced himself, “My main function is scouting, I can see very far. I can also counter illusions, effectively restraining illusion techniques, stealth, as well as shadow and space-related concealment methods.”

It is quite a powerful auxiliary Sacred Artifact, resembling the Eye of truth and top-tier radar. No wonder Bao Sheng could break through the Domain of Destruction in a past life and excavate so many relics, mostly relying on Hao Tian Eye.

“Do you know Green Xiaoyi?” Wang Shouzhe asked with a smile.

“I know…” Hao Tian’s face seemed stiff, “Little YI sister is a very good Artifact Spirit, never bullying other Artifact Spirits.”

“…” Wang Shouzhe.

Your tone couldn’t be less convincing.

“Old Ancestor, back then I received a total of three Sacred Artifacts from Qinghuang’s Legacy.” Wang Baosheng reflected as he looked at Hao Tian Eye, reminiscing over certain memories, “Among them, the [Yimu Creation Bottle] is a strategic Sacred Artifact, [Hao Tian Eye] is tactical, and there is a [Green Emperor Holy Sword], which is combat-oriented. Among these, Yimu Creation Bottle is the most superior, being the previous town treasure of Qinghuang Sect.”

“Three items?” Wang Shouzhe raised a brow, “Then where is the Green Emperor Holy Sword?”

“Uh… it seems it was used to carry the Destroying World Bead and flown across the Boundary Gap,” Wang Baosheng rubbed his head saying, “Yes, that’s right. It was probably blown up by the Destroying World Bead or lost in the space ruins of the Demonic World.”

“Using a Sacred Artifact to carry the Destroying World Bead…” Wang Shouzhe’s mouth twitched, “Bao Sheng, you are quite… imaginative.”

Even if the Green Emperor Holy Sword isn’t as valuable as Green Xiaoyi, it should at least be worth thirty Chaos Spirit Stones, and it just blows up like that…

“I didn’t have a choice,” Wang Baosheng sighed, “I had to strike the perfect timing, not only to annihilate the Chi Long Devil Lord and its remnants, but also to ensure that most of the bead’s power was absorbed by the Demonic World. No other item could control the timing so perfectly; it was too difficult for me.”

“Once we grow stronger, we’ll conquer the Demonic Clan and search the space ruins in the Demonic World,” Wang Shouzhe pondered, “After all, it’s the Sacred Artifact from our family, alive to see the Sacred Artifact, dead to see the remnants. Repairing it might still be possible.”

“Yes, Old Ancestor, I will join the search at that time,” Wang Baosheng said, feeling embarrassed, “Actually, I quite let down the Green Emperor Holy Sword, and did not fulfill Qinghuang’s expectations for me.”

“You’ve done pretty well, let the things from the past life fade away. In this life, grow up happily. Even if the sky falls, there are many elders to hold it up for you.” Wang Shouzhe patted Bao Sheng’s shoulder.

All along, Wang Shouzhe had been trying to resolve Bao Sheng’s anxieties and tensions, and until now, there have been some achievements.

Speaking of which.

Bao Sheng in his past life was quite legendary, rising from obscurity, luckily receiving Qinghuang’s Legacy, exploring beyond realms and the Domain of Destruction, eventually becoming the ruler of the world.

If well-organized, it could be made into stories or filmed into big screen productions, likely becoming popular.

The premise is that Bao Sheng himself must not write this story, firmly no self-script-writing.

After all, his style would turn the story into endless teachings, trying to convey his thoughts, resulting in a guaranteed flop till the end.

Meanwhile, the brushwork continues.

The girl Hua Rui attempted several times to stand and volunteer for battle, but each time she stood up, she was pushed back down by the elders.

Everyone began to take turns brushing the treasure, brushing experience. Various treasures continuously fell into the foundation of the Wang family.

This kind of account is naturally not for whoever finds the treasures to keep.

It must be left for Wang Shouzhe to distribute uniformly, with relevant deductions from family contribution points.

Time passed slowly.

The academy’s inventory of treasures continually diminished, while the Wang’s Treasury’s treasures steadily increased, quite consistent with the law of conservation of energy.

…

And just as the Wang family vigorously brushed the Academy account.

At the distant edge of the Domain of Destruction.

Within a section of Broken Star Abyss.

The vast Void Sea, deep and ghostly silent, scattered countless Fallen Star fragments within the expansive void resembling black silk, boundless, like an abyss.

In Broken Star Abyss, numerous Void insect species’ corpses, the massive insectoid mother nest long since exploded, valuable materials have been excavated, resembling a broken ship floating at the edge of a Fallen Star, eventually becoming dust of the Void Sea.

Next to the battered mother nest’s corpse, a magnificent Human race flying palace floats—Moonlight Palace.

In the dim void, the glowing haze emitted from Moonlight Palace resembled moonlight, illuminating a small patch of surrounding void.

Suddenly.

The space within Broken Star Abyss stirred, a space passage abruptly came into view.