Immortal Blessing Gourd Novels & Stories

Raymond's face paled at the sight of the Demonblood Gourd. He began to worry about Severin. The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card and was one of two treasures that Uzair was famous for, the other being the Thunderbolt Pool. The gourd was infamous for its malevolent energy that thirsted for blood upon activation. Even level nine supreme saints could be mentally affected by the oppressive energy.

“Immortal Root Gourd, suck them!” As the top-ranked man in the ancient era, Grand Emperor Rowan’s magical treasure certainly wasn’t limited to the Six Eternities. At that moment, he took out a more mysterious magical treasure, a mountain-sized gourd. As soon as it appeared, it sucked in the two onrushing Eternal powerhouses and over a hundred Eonian powerhouses. “Heaven, Phantasm, Law, Virtue, Blessing, Treasure, Emperor, Order!” Grand Emperor Rowan lashed out a series of seals with his hand.

"But not after I have shown you capacity. I will raze your tribe to the ground until there is nothing left of them. And after that, I will come back and snap your wrinkled neck. All you have to do is sit there and wait for me." "You cannot do that!" She had imbued her words with so much authority, and yet, all of it couldn't hide her fear. Medrith had known what he was capable of, Unhilda did not. But there was no doubt she had heard the stories. He pushed the immortal's will from his body. It was weak, no longer as potent as it had once been. This was not the effect of time or use; this was something else. The gift was not his own, and it told him the owner had woken to it somewhere else on

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 45: Poison and Poison Crystal’s POV Millennial Greens is one of the dishes of the immortals. It wasn’t a difficult dish to make as it only requires a bunch of green vegetables infused with immortal power and the morning dew. That was also the reason why I woke up early. Even in the ancient times and at present, Millennial Greens still tops the chart of immortal chefs whenever an immortal is sick or something else. It was mainly used to remove the blockage on their bloodstreams, creating a smoother flow of power in their veins.

“It’s open. “There should be a small panel in the back, you will need the code. It is 11 05 1993.” Hey… wasn’t that my birthday? Punching in the code, the door sprung open, exposing the small box and I dragged it out. Opening it, bright bullets sat inside, filled with blue liquid and I frowned. “What are…?” “Daylight. In a bullet. They are ultraviolet rounds Marley. Grab the gun with the blue grip, it is designed for them.” Looking around, the small gun was sitting to her left and I grabbed it. Dropping the magazine out, I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder. Quickly loading the rounds into the magazine, I shoved it back into the gun and cocked it.

This palm was so huge it dwarfed common universes in size and as it collided with the structure that was nothing compared to the palm's colossal bulk, the shield with shining bright symbols along the establishment it protected was bulldozed into flat land once more. The defending team wishes to dodge but found their inability to do so as the man's palm did not wish for stragglers to run about, the group of immortals can only take the power head on and they uncorked their most durable defense magic and spells but was proven ineffectual as the palm swallowed them whole and turned them into fertilizer for the newly renovated landmark. When the man was about to continue his renovation of the cla

Gideon hoped it hadn't already been killed. However, he didn't plan to linger. Dealing with Geomen was already enough of a headache. If that terrifying presence inside the palace made a move, things could go south fast. His priority was still gathering herbs to refine the Purifying Pill. Mount Immortal was rich in resources. Even rare herbs needed for the Purifying Pill could be found here without much difficulty. That said, staying in Mount Immortal for too long meant prolonged exposure to the curse. Even with the Pharaoh's Shroud shielding him, it would still have an effect.

"Most importantly, I can't find the weapon. No matter how hard I try. Cyre as no possession with her when we found her. Except and small old gourd." I hum thoughtfully, fingers brushing the carved edge of the bone throne. "Did you say and Old gourd?" I ask. She hesitates, before answering. "Yes." I scoff. Facade magic. The Gourd isn't all that it seems. Smiling slightly, I say. "Cyre had us all fooled all along. That gourd isn't a gift from our belated mother - it's the weapon in disguise, cloaked with magic." Mel's eyes wide. "The Gourd? That -? But it's ordinary. She keeps it tied to her waist like some sentimental trinket."

“You fight, you survive and you find a way to meet those conditions, even if it means defying your alpha.” She returned to the table and began wrapping the items. “These herbs will strengthen the mate bond, make the separation less painful. The crystals are protective wards, make sure to keep them close. And this…” She held up the vial of silver liquid. “….is for emergencies only.” “What is it?”

The lady wasted no time and eventually poured the antidote on Seth’s wound. “AHH! Oh, shit! It hurts!” He cried while jumping. It was his first time using a healing potion, and he never knew it would hurt so much until he actually experienced it. “Oh? So the so-called immortals could scream like that too,” she laughed while watching the other wailed in pain. “Shh… keep your voice low,” she suddenly whispered and covered his mouth with her hand. They crouched on the floor. The knight stopped moving around. If he could possibly stop breathing at that moment, he would have done so. Her addictive scent calmed him down.