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The thing that made Ling Yun most excited was that the Purple Flame Cauldron could refine pills and spirit artifacts below the fifth step on its own. However, the prerequisite was that he had to have the medicinal ingredients, because no matter how heaven defying the Purple Flame Cauldron was, it was impossible for it to produce the medicinal ingredients itself.

Thinking about the herbs, Lingyun turned his gaze to the medicine garden beside him and walked into it. He carefully inspected every herb there.

He discovered that the lowest level of medicinal herbs in this medicinal field was at the third level, and there were no signs of anyone below the third level. Ling Yun could understand why such a semi-divine expert would cultivate such low grade medicinal herbs. These third-grade medicinal plants were probably planted by Zi Luo's demigod!

The tallest among them was at the eighth rank with a total of two plants. However, there were no ninth rank herbs. Presumably, even in the archaic times, a ninth rank medicinal plant would be hard to find.

"I didn't expect that there would be so many extinct medicinal herbs in this garden." Lingyun looked at the top tier medicinal plants, his eyes lit up, as if he was looking at naked beauties, and saliva started dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Drip. Drip.

"Hahaha!" Ling Yun laughed wildly as his figure shuttled back and forth in the medicinal garden. His loud laughter reverberated unceasingly, "These are all mine, everything here is mine." "Hahahaha!"

After a few minutes, the spiritual energy in Lingyun's Qi Sea was exhausted, his physical energy consumption was too much, he could not run anymore. Sitting in the herb garden, his face was red with excitement, and he occasionally looked around, as if he was a miser afraid that someone would steal his things.

However, he didn't want to think about it. He was the only one here. Who would steal from him? Who could enter without his permission?

Lingyun was not an ordinary person. After the initial excitement, he quickly readjusted himself. Although he could still see the excitement in his eyes, it was no longer as crazy as before.

He unwillingly looked at the medicinal garden and walked towards the thatched cottage. His curiosity was piqued and he wanted to see what was going on, but he still turned back three times in a single step.

Within the mysterious space of the Supreme Tower, four illusory figures looked at Ling Yun who was outside and could not help but shake their heads.

"This way, we won't be lonely anymore. "Haha …" The black-robed young man raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"Hm!" This little guy is quite interesting. With this little guy, we won't be lonely anymore. " The golden-robed middle-aged man laughed.

Lingyun gently pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, and immediately, a desolate and ancient atmosphere assaulted him. Lingyun carefully walked into the house, and the furniture was very tidy, but no one had lived there for a long time.

Lingyun reached his hand out to the dressing table, wanting to pick up a delicate comb with the phoenix shadow on it. However, just as his hand touched the comb, the comb turned into a pile of fine powder, and sprinkled all over the dressing table.

"It seems like everything here has been ground into dust by the passage of time. However, because this is the Supreme Ring's inner space and there is no wind, it still looks intact."

Ling Yun's hand lightly patted the dressing table, and as he expected, the dressing table turned into a pile of dust that fell to the ground. He couldn't help but shake his head, and sigh: "The most powerful and mysterious power in the world is time! Even a powerful demigod would disappear into the river of time. Perhaps only the legendary War God can resist the power of time! "

Shaking his head, Lingyun continued to walk forward, touching the furniture that had disappeared in the river of time to see if there were still any preserved items. Being able to keep it for hundreds of thousands of years proved that it was a treasure.

However, his good luck had probably run out. He searched for two rooms in a row, but didn't find anything even after flipping through Ziluo's skirt.

Now, all that was left was the last room. If Lingyun guessed correctly, that place was the cultivation room of the semi-god of Zi Luo. Basically, it was certain that there were no treasures there. However, he was not willing to return empty-handed and decided to go inside to take a look.

What he didn't know was that in the last thatched cottage, the only one he had never entered before, a transparent shadow was sitting on a bed in the room he was about to enter. It was obvious that it was a young girl wearing a purple dress.

The young girl was very beautiful. Her hair was purple, and there was a bit of purple crystal like cinnabar between her eyebrows. She had an additional charm to her.

The young girl's beautiful eyes were wide open. Her eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, yet there was a hint of the liveliness of a young girl.

The girl in purple was looking at Ling Yun with a look of gritted teeth, as if she wanted to swallow him whole. Her face was pink, and she was embarrassed.

"Damned brat, you actually dared to flip my skirt." The young lady in purple gritted her teeth and wished she could run over and tear Lingyun into ten thousand pieces.

Ziluo was a demigod, and at the same time, an eighth-level demigod rank alchemist. She had lived for several thousand years and had always been a protector, not even touching a man's hands.

Even though with her eyesight, she could tell that this kid was not an ordinary person, and he had a familiar yet unfamiliar aura about him — — reincarnation.

After the man entered his room, he touched the bed that he had slept on, his skirt, and even his underwear had been touched. Ziluo was so embarrassed that she almost burrowed into the ground.

But when he thought of the words that his good friend had said to him hundreds of thousands of years ago, Zhi Zun's face instantly turned red. She quickly shook her head and said, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. This brat took such a huge advantage of me, and he still wants me …"

When Ling Yun's footsteps reached Zi Luo's half god ears, Zhi Zun's face became even redder. It was so red that blood seemed to be flowing out. Of course, she only had his soul. He did not have blood.

"However, this boy is quite handsome …" Ziluo suddenly muttered in a low voice. He slapped his own head and shook his head. "Ziluo, ah Ziluo, you've lived for hundreds of thousands of years and now you're only left with a remnant soul. How can you think about such things?"

Lingyun pushed open the door and could not help but be shocked and left the room. There was actually a powerful spiritual body in the room.

Ziluo looked at Ling Yun as he blankly stared at his, feeling his heart speed up. She didn't know what this meant, or why he was doing this.

"Who is senior?" Why are we here? " Although the soul in front of him looked like a young girl, Lingyun did not naively believe that this spirit body was really a young girl. It was definitely an old monster that had lived for countless years, with its body smashed into by someone, only its soul could escape.

Looking at the state of this spiritual body, he was at least an early stage Martial Emperor when he was alive. In his previous life, he was only one step away from reaching that height.

Zi Luo came back to his senses and suddenly felt that it was funny. This little guy ran into the inner space of his purple ring, ran to his residence, and even rummaged through his clothes. He still didn't know who he was?

Since ancient times, no one had ever lived past a few hundred thousand years. Even the so-called immortal demigod had only lived for seventy thousand years, while the other demigods had only lived for around fifty thousand years.

Seeing how Zi Luo was not answering, Ling Yun frowned, but did not dare to say anything? He just looked at Ziluo warily.

Although that person had already fallen and only had a Spirit Body, it was still possible that he was a Martial Emperor when he was alive.

Although he was only left with his soul and his battle prowess could not be compared with it when he was in his prime, it was definitely comparable to an ordinary Martial Saint. This was not something that a small warrior like him could handle.

Even if this was the Violet Ring, and he was its master, he still wouldn't be able to make up for the difference.

He did not see him. In his previous life, he was only at the peak of the Martial Saint realm and was only half a step into the Martial Emperor realm. His Spiritual Force had already reached the seventh level and had already reincarnated.

Even if his spirit energy hadn't reached the seventh level yet, in order to become a Martial Emperor, his spirit energy must have reached the sixth level. Even if his spirit energy had been depleted during this period of time and he hadn't been able to maintain his peak state, he was still at least at the peak of the fourth level.

Looking at Ling Yun's vigilant eyes on his, Zi Luo felt a bit of sadness in his heart. Even she herself didn't know why he felt this way.

Zi Luo stood up, and Ling Yun vigilantly retreated a few steps. The spirit body in front of him had already been destroyed, so in order to maintain his spirit body, he might choose to possess him.

Seeing Ling Yun's reaction, Zi Luo became even more upset. At the same time, he felt that it was a little funny. When had he lost all his charm?

In the past, the other SemiGods had all pursued her. Could it be because I possess a spiritual body, but he has never seen one? That's impossible! His reaction just now proves that he has seen a spiritual body before.

Ziluo forced a smile and said, "I am the artifact spirit of the ring."

"Artifact spirit?" Lingyun slightly frowned. This explanation was reasonable, but why did he not feel that this artifact spirit was related to him? One had to know that he was the owner of the ring, and he had a special connection with the artifact spirit.

"En!" A sliver of joy appeared in Zi Luo's eyes as he hurriedly nodded. "I am indeed the artifact spirit of the ring. However, after hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, it has gradually separated itself from my true body."

At the same time, a threatening thought was transmitted to a mysterious purple space within the ring. That was where the artifact spirit of the ring was located. As the creator and first master of the ring, she knew where the artifact spirit of the ring was and was extremely familiar with it.

In the mysterious purple space sat a little girl with a ponytail that looked to be about seven to eight years old. She was the artifact spirit of the ring.