The Space Ship was, by all rights, worthy of being considered as one of the top magic treasures in many universes. Even in a negative world dominated by the law of gravity, its ability to travel and its flight speed weren't hindered.
Plus the gnome's spatial power, the ship vanished into thin air.
In its wake, the monster patriarch and a bunch of monster seniors threw a fit and ransacked the place. It was to no avail, however, as they failed to find even a trace of the Space Ship.
"Arrgh! Damn it! They took all the internal cores left behind by our ancestors!" the monster patriarch roared.
"That human bastard! I'll kill him!"
In their violent search, the monster patriarch and his companions found themselves in the Internal Core Hall of their ancestral grave, where they discovered that hundreds of altars had been plundered.
"Sir, the Divine Spiritual Mirror might have been able to record the aura of the intruder's spiritual soul,"
one of the monster seniors said to the monster patriarch.
"Yes. Quickly! Let us check the records of the Divine Spiritual Mirror!"
The patriarch nodded earnestly.
It proceeded to invoke a series of strange incantations.
Boom!
A dazzling mirror appeared in the sky above the Gravel City, and a column of light shot out of its surface to form a luminous screen high up in the air.
The screen displayed a succinct recounting of the events that had transpired in the ancestral grave, the tiniest details given life by moving images and clear voices.
"We will search for the bastards who broke into the ancestral grave.
We will take the divine mirror! It will help us detect those thieves beneath their disguises,"
the patriarch declared when the report was over.
He got down on his knees and recited yet another incantation.
Above them the mirror sucked in the light that created the display screen, and then collapsed into itself until it transformed into a smaller version of itself. It dropped from the sky and fell into the monster patriarch's hands.
"Let's go! We will bring those bastards back and offer their lives as sacrifice to our ancestors!"
the monster patriarch declared.
And with that, a huge number of monster troops set off to hunt their prey.
Somewhere in the universe, there existed a very remote star cluster.
At that very moment, the Space Ship was safe and snug, hidden deep within that particular star cluster.
And inside the ship, Austin and the others were chatting as they would on an ordinary day.
"You must have obtained a good number of spoils this time, haven't you, boy?" This came from the Heavenly Majestic Pot.
"Yes, I have!"
"I've acquired about two thousand internal cores.
And I've also obtained some seven thousand points from our escapade at that ancestral grave just now."
Austin's reply was laced with pleasure and mirth.
He indeed had a good harvest this time.
"You have obtained a lot, but we didn't exactly gain much,"
the Heavenly Majestic Pot grumbled, which made Austin laugh.
"Ha-ha! Don't worry, I won't forget about you guys."
He waved his hand in the air, and before them over a hundred internal cores appeared.
They divided themselves into seven portions, each having more than ten, before flying in clumps towards Austin's companions.
"These internal cores are for you. But remember, with your current physical conditions, you can only take one of these at a time, and absorb it slowly. Otherwise you might explode and die."
Austin warned them carefully
After all, only those like Austin, who possessed immense physical strength as well as the Omnipotent Immortal Stone, had the ability to refine an inordinate quantity of monster internal cores all at once.
If it were any other cultivator, they needed to be cautious with their intake.
"These are too precious. We can't take all of these…"
Suzie and her elder brother were staring at the many internal cores before them, wonder and hesitation dancing in their faces.
They were fully aware just how rare and valuable these items were.
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