89: Chapter 89 Fishing in Troubled Waters, Ruins Collapse

At the center of the core main hall, the prodigies of the Three Major Sects had completely lost their minds in the slaughter.

Violent spiritual power turbulence surged everywhere in the main hall, and the piercing roaring sounds of Magical Artifact collisions were endless.

Ye Hongyu's purple lightning and crimson fire were like two maddened flood dragons, leaving bottomless charred gullies on the hard bronze ground with every sweep.

With a small cyan seal hovering above his head and muscles bulging all over his body, the Senior Brother of the Qingyu Sect forcefully resisted the thunder and fire while continuously unleashing rigid and fierce fist winds that tore through the air.

Yet in this chaotic battlefield, Su Qinghan's figure appeared exceptionally dazzling.

Although her moon-white long dress was stained with a bit of blood, the Sword Intent on her body became increasingly pure and fierce.

The rank-two medium Magical Artifact, the hanpo sword, transformed into strands of fatal ice-blue arcs in her hands; every sword strike she wielded carried a terrifying, unyielding will.

Relying on no one else and purely by her own strength, she firmly suppressed two Qi Condensation 12th Layer elites of the Qingyu Sect, and even effortlessly sealed off the ambush routes of several Disciples from Ziyang Valley.

Meanwhile, Qi Yang was inching little by little along the thick coiled-dragon stone pillar toward the base below.

Ten zhang below was the core base of the main hall's Formation.

Inlaid there were a full one hundred and twenty High-Grade Spirit Stones, along with a few slowly seeping drops of earth vein spirit milk.

Qi Yang's movements were extremely light and extremely steady.

It took him a full incense stick's time before he quietly landed on the edge of the base.

Feeling at close range the breath-takingly pure Spiritual Qi emitted by the High-Grade Spirit Stones, Qi Yang's breathing involuntarily grew a bit hurried.

Without the slightest hesitation, his withered fingers pierced precisely into the gaps of the base like the sharpest iron pliers.

Click.

A faint, soft sound rang out, completely insignificant amidst the deafening roaring of Spells.

A fist-sized, crystal-clear High-Grade Spirit Stone was forcefully pried out by Qi Yang and casually stuffed into his Storage Pouch.

One piece, two pieces, ten pieces...

In a mere dozen breaths of time, all one hundred and twenty High-Grade Spirit Stones were looted clean by Qi Yang like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze landed on the deepest part of the base.

There was a thumb-sized groove, inside which lay quietly five drops of milky-white liquid.

A massive vitality radiated from within; just taking a single breath of it made Qi Yang feel that his Qi Condensation 11th Layer Realm, which he had just broken through to not long ago, faintly showed a trace of loosening.

"With this thing, charging towards the Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection will be a sure thing!"

A flash of excitement crossed Qi Yang's eyes.

He cautiously took out a warm jade bottle, wrapped the five drops of earth vein spirit milk with Poison Wood Spiritual Power, and stored them into the bottle without leaking a single drop.

However, just as he took away the last drop of earth vein spirit milk and stuffed the jade bottle into his Storage Pouch, having lost the support of the High-Grade Spirit Stones and the earth vein spirit milk, the internal Formation patterns of this coiled-dragon stone pillar—which served as the core load-bearing pillar of the main hall—began to dim.

An obvious fluctuation of energy loss rippled across the main hall.

Among the people engaged in fierce battle below, Ye Hongyu's perception was the sharpest.

This Prodigy with Dual Spiritual Roots of Thunder and Fire possessed a nearly perverted intuition for changes in Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

She abruptly raised her head, her thunder-lit eyes locking fiercely onto the shadow of the dome where Qi Yang was located.

"What person is hiding there! Get the hell out!"

Ye Hongyu let out a furious, sharp cry.

She fiercely flicked the thunder-fire long whip in her hand, and a violent purple lightning bolt the thickness of a water vat slashed straight toward the stone pillar where Qi Yang was!

"This crazy woman's intuition really is sharp."

Qi Yang's gaze turned cold, but there was not the slightest panic in his heart.

Since he dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth in such a place, he naturally had already thought out a way of retreat long ago.

Facing that purple lightning, Qi Yang abruptly waved both hands, and three fist-sized black spheres covered in bizarre patterns on their surface left his hands, smashing down to meet the purple lightning.

These were fake thunder balls he refined using discarded Magical Artifact fragments mixed with three-hundred-year-old explosive flame toxic heart grass.

Although their power could not compare to a true rank-two thunder fire talisman, they were an excellent Sharp Weapon for creating Chaos.

Boom!!!

The three fake thunder balls fiercely collided with the purple lightning in mid-air.

The violent fire poison mixed with the power of thunder exploded with a bang, and the blinding strong light deprived everyone in the main hall of their vision.

Thick poisonous smoke mixed with pulverized stone fragments formed a chaotic energy storm above the dome.

"Damn it! It's that old poison fiend!"

Ye Hongyu gritted her teeth below; she recognized this bizarre aura of fire poison.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the cover of the explosion's shockwave, Qi Yang's figure shuttled across the dome like a ghost.

He was not in a rush to escape; instead, his hands rapidly formed seals, transforming the pure liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power within his body into more than a dozen invisible sharp blades that fiercely stabbed into several other load-bearing Formation patterns on the main hall's dome.

Rip!

The high-concentration Poison Wood Spiritual Power corroded those Formation patterns that were already fragile due to their extreme age.

Pulling one hair affected the whole body.

As the core Formation patterns were destroyed, this core main hall that had stood for a thousand years finally emitted an unbearable wail.

Crack! Crack!

Huge cracks spread across the bronze dome like spiderwebs, and tons of giant boulders and bronze fragments, mixed with violent star-magnetic force, frantically crashed down.

"The main hall is going to collapse! Fall back quickly!"

The Senior Brother of the Qingyu Sect's expression changed wildly; he could no longer care about contending for the Jade Slip, propping up the small cyan seal to protect his fellow Disciples as they frantically fled outward.

At the very moment the main hall collapsed, the suspended fallen star Jade Slip in mid-air also suffered the impact of the Formation's destruction.

Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the Jade Slip unexpectedly could not withstand this destructive force and directly exploded into three fragments, shooting out in three different directions.

"The Jade Slip is broken!"

Amidst the Chaos, Ye Hongyu was quick-witted and quick-handed; her thunder-fire long whip coiled and swept one of the largest fragments into her possession, after which she transformed into a streak of lightning and rushed out of the collapsed main hall.

The Qingyu Sect Senior Brother also gritted his teeth to forcefully endure the strike of a giant boulder, seizing the second fragment.

As for Su Qinghan, her reaction was not slow in the slightest.

Relying on her fierce Sword Intent, she forcefully cleaved a path through the falling boulders, used the hanpo sword to flick up the last fragment, and her figure swept into a safe passage.

By this point, the Three Major Sects had each obtained one, and no one cared anymore about the old poison fiend hiding on the dome.

As for Qi Yang, he had already burrowed out through a concealed ventilation duct one breath before the main hall completely collapsed.

He shuttled at high speed through the maze passages, while swiftly removing the withered mask belonging to the Loose Cultivator Old Ghost Yin from his face and swallowing a wuxiang pill.

The aura on his body rapidly dropped from the Qi Condensation 11th Layer to the thoroughly unremarkable Qi Condensation 8th Layer.

He changed into a set of tattered grey cloth long robes, slightly hunched his back, and a few traces of weathering appeared on his face.

In just a few breaths of time, that ruthless old poison fiend vanished, leaving only an ordinary, terrified, low-level old Loose Cultivator who had narrowly escaped death in the relics.

Qi Yang blended into a group of Loose Cultivators who were frantically running for their lives, following the flow of people and sprinting madly toward the exit of the Yunge Pavilion ruins.

Accompanied by a burst of intense spatial distortion, all remaining Cultivators inside the Yunge Pavilion ruins were forcibly teleported out by an irresistible force.

Qi Yang only felt his vision blur before his feet stepped once again onto solid ground.

The suffocating star-magnetic oppressive feeling in the air had vanished, and blowing towards him was the slightly chilly mountain wind of the outside world.

However, before these Loose Cultivators who had narrowly escaped death had time to cheer, a terrifying might fiercely pressed down onto everyone's shoulders!

Thump thump thump...

The Qi Refining Stage Loose Cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation were utterly unable to stand under this pressure; their knees went soft, and they directly knelt heavily onto the ground, causing cracks to even shatter out on the bluestone ground.

Blending into the crowd, Qi Yang smoothly hunched his waist down, putting on an appearance of being overwhelmed, but his gaze was secretly sweeping rapidly across the surroundings.