Bone Douluo was observing his surroundings very cautiously at this moment, not daring to make a reckless move.
He sensed spirit power at least twice his own lingering nearby.
He wanted the opportunity badly, but he didn't want to fall into a dangerous situation for nothing.
The other Glazed Tile School disciples did not understand his behavior, and several of them deliberately bypassed him, wanting to investigate everything clearly.
As a result, with a boom, several disciples were blasted back along with the entire wall of a flanking house.
Immediately after, golden chrysanthemum petals drifted through the air, and within the strange floral fragrance, phantoms seemed to flash in the shadows.
It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, two great Elders from the Spirit Hall.
The fact that they were so confrontational the moment they appeared showed that they had a strong sense of purpose.
Bone Douluo composed himself and shouted, "What? Do you also want to wade into the muddy waters of Heaven Dou?"
"Or are you saying that the destruction of the imperial family is related to you?"
His words spoke exactly what was in the hearts of the Glazed Tile School disciples.
In their perception, they felt that the Spirit Hall, relying on its good reputation among commoners, would commit such an act of insubordination.
Facing such suspicion, Chrysanthemum Douluo could not accept it.
He spoke in a fluent, effeminate voice, "Your Glazed Tile School is incompetent in handling affairs, so you push the blame onto our Spirit Hall?"
Before he finished, Ghost Douluo added, "You make such groundless accusations; aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
"Old Ghost, why are you interrupting me? Didn't we agree before we came that I would take the lead today?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was actually bothered by this; this pair of partners was indeed strange enough.
However, Bone Douluo's personal obsession was very strong, possibly influenced by the death of Chen Xin, so he still persisted in his opinion.
His tone grew heavy as he said sternly, "My old bones may be old, but my heart is not. I truly cannot think of anyone else besides you!"
"Even if it isn't you, what is the meaning of blocking our path? Move aside!"
Bone Douluo finally became more assertive, and bursts of black mist condensed from spirit power swirled around him, his momentum like a surging rainbow.
"You fellow? Not distinguishing right from wrong, are you looking for a fight?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't want to indulge him and was about to strike, but he was held back by Ghost Douluo.
"Don't go looking for trouble. We have other matters to attend to; don't delay what the Supreme Pontiff assigned us."
Ghost Douluo proactively cleared the path, wanting to act as a peacemaker, but he soon changed his mind.
In the deep sky thousands of miles away, a cluster of silver starlight flickered dazzlingly.
Although it was unclear what it was, it beckoned to him like an irresistible magic.
"Dead Chrysanthemum? You don't think that's a 100,000-year Spirit Bone, do you?"
Ghost Douluo had a ghostly personality, but at this moment, he could not hide his inner curiosity.
When he said this, not only did Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widen, but Bone Douluo and the disciples were also captivated.
"Go!"
Bone Douluo took the first step, and with that single word, hundreds of people followed him, surging forward without any formation.
Heaven Dou City suddenly became extraordinarily lively, but the resulting situation was a complete mess.
Some commoners were shouting and crying, hoping these barbarians would stop.
But it seemed the fate of tens of thousands of ordinary people could not match the value of this 100,000-year Spirit Bone.
Ghost Douluo also wanted to go, but this time it was Chrysanthemum Douluo's turn to hold him back.
"What about the task the Supreme Pontiff assigned? Besides, we cannot make a scene."
It was as if the two of them shared a single brain, taking turns being rational and irrational.
"If we dawdle any longer, the Spirit Bone will end up in someone else's pocket."
After saying that, Ghost Douluo jumped onto a nearby roof; using the layout of these buildings, he could take a shortcut.
Chrysanthemum Douluo threw up his hands; what else could he do but follow him?
The two groups of people vied to be first, and they eventually converged at the entrance of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Even though several minutes had passed, that silver starlight was still hanging in the sky.
"You want to snatch it?"
Bone Douluo showed no intention of backing down, glaring at the duo of Ghost and Chrysanthemum.
"Humph, whoever sees it first, it belongs to them."
Ghost Douluo's reasoning was very sound.
However, they all seemed to have forgotten that the person who had just slain the dragon hadn't even spoken yet.
Suddenly, a sharp wind swept past, and the silver starlight vanished as a bright golden light flashed by.
"Did I just see a pair of super magnificent and giant wings?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyesight was very good, but he wasn't sure if his vision was failing him.
This was too absurd; under normal circumstances, such a thing would never appear unless it was the Angel Spirit of the Qian family.
"You didn't see wrong; it seemed to be a Twelve-Winged Angel, and purple light could even be seen emanating from the outline of those wings."
Ghost Douluo immediately made a judgment; his gaze was extremely sharp.
Switching back to the perspective in the sky, Qian Renxue was holding that silver starlight in her palm, a slight smile on her lips.
She came before Chu Feng and asked calmly, "Is this a Spirit Bone?"
"It is both a Spirit Bone and an opportunity; you can understand it as an object from the God Realm descending to the mortal world."
Chu Feng's explanation was fresh and refined.
"So does it have a year limit? Or is it of the same nature as that dragon?" Qian Renxue continued to ask.
"It can roughly be converted to 200,000 years, and it has quite a good name."
"What is it?"
"Three Altars Primal Origin Mental Force Skull!"
This was the description Chu Feng had found in the system; to be honest, this system was a bit too utilitarian and not very active.
But this thing was indeed good. 'Three Altars' referred to the Taoist altars of Heaven, Earth, and Water in the folk realm; only by absorbing faith and Taoist arts from these could this skull be formed.
Once fused with the user, it could be called a weapon for exorcising demons.
Qian Renxue was now extremely happy and didn't hide it. After all, she was only twenty-four years old; having always pretended to be mature, she finally dropped her disguise under Chu Feng's care.
Qian Renxue thought about fusing with it quickly because there was a bunch of people down below staring with envy.
But she still asked, "Don't you need it?"
Chu Feng was indeed a bit destitute until now; besides a few God-Investiture Dharma Treasures, he was still all alone.
Qian Renxue's concern for his situation was somewhat unexpected.
"I don't want it. Before you, I already obtained five strands of opportunity; you were just a bit slow to act."
It turned out Chu Feng was just keeping a low profile; with his ambition, anything he set his sights on would certainly not be missed.
"Ah? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Qian Renxue's self-moved state was once again crushed by Chu Feng's frankness.
She pouted and decisively walked to the side, slowly placing the skull on top of her head; she wanted to ensure the best absorption effect.
As she did, a burst of Vast Primordial Qi surged out, clearing the sky once more and making it bright and sunny again.
But this also allowed the trio of Ghost, Chrysanthemum, and Bone to see everything clearly, and the three factions immediately met openly.
"How could a woman have taken it? Could it be that she killed that dragon?"
Bone Douluo's question was filled with immense surprise.
He had always been experienced and suspicious, but at this moment, he couldn't control his expression; he admitted he was jealous.
"That Spirit Bone far exceeds an ordinary 100,000-year one; it might be the strongest Spirit Bone I've ever seen."
Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched his head; he had a terrible headache because he couldn't have it!
Ghost Douluo's face was dejected; he had been thinking of relying on this Spirit Bone to let his combat power soar.
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