90: Chapter 90 Life-or-Death Crisis, Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun

The canyon exit of Yunxing Abyss had been completely sealed off.

Three gigantic pillars of light, resembling substance, soared into the sky, intertwining in mid-air to form a massive Formation diagram that blotted out the sky and sun.

Heart-palpitating Spiritual Qi fluctuations rippled across the Formation's light barrier, surrounding this canyon airtight.

A second-grade ultimate-tier Formation, the Three Talents Heaven-Sealing Formation!

In front of the Formation's light barrier, three Elders whose auras were as boundless as the abyss were suspended in mid-air.

The coercion emanating from them far exceeded Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection; that was absolute suppression belonging to Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouses!

Foundation Establishment Elders of the Three Major Sects personally stepped down to seal the exit!

"Yunge Pavilion has collapsed, and the ruins are closed."

That purple-robed Elder of Ziyang Valley looked down patronizingly at the hundreds of Loose Cultivators below, his voice echoing in the canyon like rolling thunder, making people's eardrums ache with pain.

"From this moment on, all Loose Cultivators will line up in three rows and undergo body searches and Spirit-detecting Magical Artifact inspections one by one! Anyone who conceals heavy treasures of the ruins and attempts to muddle through will be executed on the spot, with absolutely no leniency!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Loose Cultivators in the canyon instantly exploded into an uproar.

An emotion of despair and anger rapidly spread among the crowd.

"On what grounds! We went through narrow escapes of nine deaths in there, and with great difficulty found some Spiritual Plants and Ore, yet you Three Major Sects want to take everything away with a single word?"

"This is simply daylight robbery! The way you righteous sects eat is too unsightly, isn't it!"

Several strong men whose cultivation reached Qi Refining Tenth Layer and were considered prominent figures in the Loose Cultivator circle on ordinary days, relying on their numbers, angrily drew their Magical Artifacts and pointed at the Foundation Establishment Elder in mid-air, hurling fierce abuses.

"Noisy."

The Ziyang Valley Elder's gaze turned cold; without even deploying a Magical Artifact, he simply pressed a palm downwards casually.

Boom!

A gigantic purple hand entirely condensed from violent Spiritual Qi descended from the sky, carrying terrifying power, and fiercely struck those clamoring Loose Cultivators.

"Ah…"

A moment later, the screams abruptly stopped.

Those few Qi Refining Tenth Layer experts, along with the first-grade Magical Artifacts in their hands, were beaten into a pool of minced meat under the Foundation Establishment Elder's casual strike!

A pungent smell of blood permeated through the canyon.

Absolute suppression of strength, ruthlessly making an example of a chicken to frighten the monkeys!

The Loose Cultivators who were still making a ruckus earlier directly shut their mouths, everyone's faces filled with panic and despair.

Facing the butcher's knife of Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouses, these bottom-tier Qi Refining Stage Cultivators were simply like fish meat on a chopping board, lacking even the qualification to struggle.

Qi Yang stood in the crowd, lowering his eyes, looking at those few dazzling bloodstains without the slightest ripple in his heart.

The Cultivation World is just this cruel.

The weak are prey to the strong, the Law of the jungle; without strength, one does not even have the qualification to reason.

His current situation was more dangerous than anyone else's.

Inside his Storage Pouch, he carried a complete top-grade starlight sand Ore vein, three star fruit sufficient to make Foundation Establishment Cultivators turn red-eyed with envy, over a hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, and five drops of five-hundred-year-old earth vein spirit milk.

Taking out any of these things casually would be enough to trigger a bloody storm.

If searched out by these three Foundation Establishment Elders, let alone confiscating the treasures, they would definitely extract his soul and refine his spirit on the spot without the slightest hesitation, forcing out all his secrets within the ruins.

A life and death crisis was close at hand.

But beneath Qi Yang's withered mask, it was full of calmness.

He did not tremble at the legs like other Loose Cultivators, nor did he reveal any look of despair.

"Want to search my body? It depends on whether you have the ability."

Qi Yang sneered in his heart.

He had long deduced countless ways to escape under desperate situations; although the Three Major Sects' searches were strict, they were not without flaws in front of him, a Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Roots proficient in the Dao of poison.

He took a deep breath and began to secretly mobilize the liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power within his body, preparing for the upcoming plan.

The search team, under the scolding of the Three Major Sects' deacons, moved forward slowly and oppressively.

At the checkpoint ahead, a bronze ancient mirror radiating a hazy white light was placed.

This was a first-grade ultimate-tier spirit-detecting Magic Treasure, the Spirit-Peeping Mirror, which could easily penetrate the protective spiritual light of Qi Refining Stage Cultivators and probe out any items carrying Spiritual Qi fluctuations concealed on them.

Any Loose Cultivator found harboring high-grade Spirit Medicine or precious Ore was, without exception, stripped of their Storage Pouch on the spot, and the slightest resistance resulted in decapitation by a sword.

Screams and pleas for mercy were endless, and the atmosphere inside the canyon was oppressive to the extreme.

The queue shortened bit by bit, and finally, it was Qi Yang's turn.

Qi Yang hunched his spine and walked staggeringly to the checkpoint.

His whole body exuded a decadent aura of a senile old man, his complexion was sallow, and he even coughed twice from time to time—completely a living old piece of trash who had exhausted his last bit of vitality in the ruins and could kick the bucket at any moment.

He unsteadily untied the patched, dilapidated Storage Pouch at his waist, held it in both hands, and respectfully handed it to the Xuantian Sect deacon responsible for inspection in front of him.

The deacon glanced at Qi Yang with disgust, took the Storage Pouch, and dumped the things inside onto the table in one go.

Over a dozen dim Low-Grade Spirit Stones, a few ubiquitous ten-year-old low-grade hemostatic grasses, and two pitted, abandoned Magical Artifact fragments.

This was even more shabby than a beggar.

The deacon frowned, clearly having no interest in such a poor ghost from whom no oil could be squeezed out.

But according to the rules, he still activated the Spirit-Peeping Mirror nearby.

The white pillar of light enveloped Qi Yang's entire body.

A sharp glint flashed across the depths of Qi Yang's lowered eyes.

Long before the probe, he had already completed the most dangerous step of operation within his body.

He directly swallowed the high-grade Storage Pouch filled with star fruit, earth vein spirit milk, and High-Grade Spirit Stones into his stomach!

Not only that, he circulated the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art, mobilizing the purest liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power within his Dantian to wrap around that Storage Pouch layer by layer.

Under the disguise of the Poison Wood Spiritual Power, this Storage Pouch formed a "calculus" emitting a strong stench and Death Qi in his stomach.

This was the precursor to a poison Cultivator absorbing highly toxic Spiritual Plants year-round, leading to toxin precipitation within the body and Qi Deviation.

The light of the Spirit-Peeping Mirror swept across Qi Yang's body, discovering no abnormal Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

However, the Xuantian Sect Foundation Establishment Elder in mid-air seemed to have perceived something.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his massive spiritual sense descended directly from mid-air, aggressively sweeping across Qi Yang's body.

The spiritual sense of the Foundation Establishment Stage was a hundred times sharper than the Spirit-Peeping Mirror!

When that spiritual sense touched the toxic miasma calculus in Qi Yang's stomach, Qi Yang's body shuddered violently.

He did not resist; instead, he actively withdrew a trace of the Poison Wood Spiritual Power wrapped outside the calculus.

In a split second, a nauseating, decadent stench mixed with intense Death Qi emanated through Qi Yang's pores.

"Cough, cough, cough… Ugh!"

Qi Yang coughed violently, his entire body trembling as if sifting chaff.

He bent over abruptly, and a mouthful of fishy, foul black blood directly spewed onto the bluestone slab in front of him.

The black blood falling to the ground actually emitted a sizzling corrosion sound.

He panted heavily, his complexion as pale as paper, vividly portraying a bottom-tier old poison Cultivator whose Lifespan was coming to an end, whose heart was attacked by poison Qi, and who could drop dead at any moment.

A trace of undisguised disgust flashed in the eyes of the Xuantian Sect's Foundation Establishment Elder.

"So it's just an old piece of trash whose toxic cultivation technique backfired and whose poison has penetrated the vital organs, whose Meridians are completely destroyed, and whose toxic miasma calculus is about to rot through his internal organs. It's a miracle he managed to walk out of the ruins alive."

The Foundation Establishment Elder let out a cold snort, quickly retracting his spiritual sense as if avoiding a stinking piece of garbage.

For such a bottom-tier ant whose body was half-rotted in the mud, he didn't even have the interest to take an extra look.

"Get lost! Don't die here and dirty the place!"

The deacon in charge of inspection covered his nose, smashed that dilapidated Storage Pouch onto Qi Yang's face like throwing garbage, and waved his hand impatiently.

Qi Yang picked up that broken Storage Pouch with trembling hands, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

"Many thanks, Senior… Many thanks, Senior, for showing mercy…"

He walked staggeringly and stumbled out of the sealing range of the Three Talents Heaven-Sealing Formation.

Until he completely left the canyon and walked into a dense forest, Qi Yang's hunched spine straightened bit by bit.

He casually wiped away the black blood at the corner of his mouth, his originally turbid eyes becoming clear and sharp.

Stealing the sky and changing the sun, making a perfect getaway.

Right under the noses of the Foundation Establishment Elders, he retreated completely unscathed with shocking wealth.