“Impossible! There is no way my Eastern Purple Cloud Stele would lose to a shitty book!” Wang Luori roared.  1

Gritting his teeth, the Hill Lord poured all of his astral qi and spirit into the Eastern Purple Cloud Stele. An incredible amount of dark purple qi immediately gushed out of the Strange Artifact, and a three-footed, golden purple bird carrying a sun in its mouth appeared in the sky. 1

The oddly-shaped bird flapped its wings and unleashed a jet of purple flames from its mouth. The painting of humanity, mountains and rivers shook violently under the assault before dissolving into nothingness. 0

Wang Luori let out a crazed laugh when he saw this. “Hahaha! I knew there’s no way that shitty book can resist my Eastern Purple Cloud Stele! Today is the day I turn your academy into dust, Zhang Lanjiang!” 0

The original Eastern Purple Cloud Stele possessed no offensive capabilities, but when it fell into his hands, he came up with a way to give it one. He sealed the soul essence of a Phenomenon-class Stranger called the Sunbearing Golden Crow inside the Eastern Purple Cloud Stele and fed it his spirit and blood essence day and night. Over time, the Eastern Purple Cloud Stele gained the ability to attack. 0

But of course, this wasn’t his...0