Chapter 449: Harbor

Han Yuan was stunned by Li Baozhou’s explanation.

He never would have imagined that this wooden box actually contained a substance capable of suppressing the Source Seed!

“Then where did Li Qingxuan get this substance in the first place?”

Han Yuan couldn’t help but ask.

“Blue Moon Island in the Storm Sea!”

“Blue Moon Island is very large. During the Chaotic Ancient Era, it was inhabited by many natives.”

“Then, by chance, my ancestor discovered that the island had somehow not suffered any corruption from Evil Demon Seeds or Source Evil Seeds…”

“His curiosity piqued, he landed on Blue Moon Island to investigate.”

“In the end, he discovered that the island’s natives all worshipped a so-called Holy Stone.”

“He guessed at the time that it was very likely the presence of this Holy Stone that kept the Source Evil Seeds and Evil Demon Seeds from drawing near.”

“To verify this idea, my ancestor conducted many experiments and was finally able to confirm it.”

“Unfortunately… he only found one Holy Stone on Blue Moon Island.”

“If we could find a few more, we might actually have a chance to kill the Source Seed.”

Li Baozhou sighed.

“Blue Moon Island… isn’t that where the Four Great Dynasties are supposed to gather?”

Han Yuan asked in surprise.

“Yes… that’s the place.”

“However, our Profound Celestial Alliance has already searched Blue Moon Island and the surrounding islands over and over again, but we’ve never found another Holy Stone… so we gave up hope long ago.”

Li Baozhou nodded.

“Then didn’t you ever ask the natives of Blue Moon Island how they found this Holy Stone?”

Han Yuan asked.

“Of course we did.”

“According to the legends of the Blue Moon Island natives… a massive tsunami occurred countless years ago.”

“After the tsunami passed, the Holy Stone appeared on Blue Moon Island.”

Li Baozhou said in a deep voice.

“That’s going to be hard to find…” Han Yuan frowned.

The weather in the Storm Sea was extremely harsh, and no one had ever explored it to its end.

Trying to find another Holy Stone would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Besides, it was possible that this was the only Holy Stone, and there were no others.

“This is too precious. I think you should take it back.”

Han Yuan said seriously.

‘If I lost this, I could never afford to replace it.’

“The Nether Dragon is constantly hounding me. It’s not safe to keep it on me.”

“It’s best to leave it with you.”

“However, before you head to Glazed Island this time, you should store it somewhere safe first.”

“Put it somewhere no one knows about… and wait to use it until a later date.”

Li Baozhou said.

He had come this time specifically to give Han Yuan this information.

Because this information was top secret even within the Profound Celestial Alliance, known only to a few.

“So we aren’t using the Holy Stone for the trip to Glazed Island?”

Han Yuan asked with a frown.

“No need… The power of the Holy Stone is too precious. It can only be used on the Source Seed.”

“If we use it this time and its power is depleted, we’ll be even more helpless against the Source Seed.”

Li Baozhou said, shaking his head.

The Bronze Immortal Sect is the final

“Alright.”

Han Yuan already had a place in mind.

“Then it’s settled.”

“I have to go prepare as well.”

“This trip to Glazed Island will likely involve a fierce battle.”

Li Baozhou reminded him.

“I’m actually looking forward to it,” Han Yuan said with a smile.

“Hahaha, you rascal.” With a hearty laugh, Li Baozhou’s figure abruptly vanished from the courtyard.

Han Yuan took out the map Cheng Xuan had given him to study it, discovering that the place he wanted to go didn’t conflict with the route to Li Shui Port.

However, this meant his schedule would be even tighter.

Han Yuan quickly returned to his room.

He had quite a few things to take with him this time.

The Heaven-Defying Saber, the stone sculpture that the Fat Thief had turned into, and the wooden box.

In addition, he packed some clothes and Elixir Pills, left a letter behind, and departed swiftly.

….

「Ten days later.」

After rushing all the way, Han Yuan arrived before the mountain gate of a solemn, ancient temple.

The Great Vajra Temple!

However, Han Yuan didn’t enter through the mountain gate, instead sneaking quietly into the Great Vajra Temple.

A short while later, he arrived before the Demon Suppression Tower once again.

As if sensing Han Yuan’s arrival, the tightly locked stone doors of the Demon Suppression Tower slowly swung open.

Han Yuan strode into the Demon Suppression Tower.

Compared to the first time he had been here, the First Layer of the Demon Suppression Tower was now completely empty. It was dark and gloomy, with only a few oil lamps flickering faintly.

Han Yuan didn’t give it much thought and headed upstairs.

When he reached the Third Layer, he subconsciously glanced at the wooden box in his hand.

It was on this very layer that he had learned about the wooden box from Wei Xiongtian.

He suddenly wondered: ‘If Wei Xiongtian had known back then that this box held the Holy Stone, which suppresses the Source Seed, and had used it, would the outcome have been the same…?’

But there are no what-ifs.

Han Yuan continued all the way to the Ninth Layer.

The area was as empty and spacious as ever.

The Four Great Vajras guarding the four corners had been fully repaired, their solemn, sacred visages restored.

Monk Xu Hai sat cross-legged in the center, fingering his Buddha Beads and guarding the Source Seed Shredded Meat sealed within the Dark Red Wooden Box.

After several years apart, Xu Hai’s aura had become decayed and gloomy.

After all, he stood guard in the Demon Suppression Tower day after day. With no one to talk to, he could only finger his Buddha Beads and chant Buddhist Scriptures. Under such conditions, a person’s thoughts would slowly stagnate, eventually turning them into little more than a walking corpse.

“Abbot Xu Hai.”

Han Yuan cupped his fist in salute.

“Donor Han… it has been a long time.”

Xu Hai raised his head slightly.

It seemed he hadn’t spoken in a very long time. His voice was strained and hoarse.

“I’ve come today to ask a favor of you, Abbot Xu Hai.”

Han Yuan said gravely.

“Donor Han, the Great Vajra Temple owes you a great debt.”

“Whatever you need, just ask.”

Monk Xu Hai said softly.