282: Chapter 282: Making a Move

The Opportunity of the Mahayana Stage appeared.

Golden light suddenly appeared.

Cracks on the surface of the light orb grew larger and larger, spreading from the center outward like a spiderweb.

Golden light poured out from the cracks, illuminating the entire stone chamber as bright as day.

The light was warm and peaceful; it felt comfortable on the face, as if one were bathing in the spring sunshine.

This scene further solidified everyone's determination to seize the treasure.

It felt right.

This was exactly the feeling.

"Crack~"

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, a corner of the light orb shattered, and a fingernail-sized fragment fell off.

It then turned into a wisp of golden smoke in the air and dissipated.

Faint runes flowed within the smoke, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of Law.

The Law of the Mahayana Stage, even just a wisp, made the blood of the Body Integration Stage experts present boil.

Family Head Zhao Tiangang's eyes turned red.

His gray pupils were bloodshot, and his breathing was as rapid as an enraged bull.

Family Head Zhao Tiangang's fingers trembled slightly, his heart filled with irrepressible greed.

He had been the Old Ancestor of the Zhao family for thousands of years; what treasure had he not seen?

But the Opportunity of the Mahayana Stage was something he dreamed of obtaining.

As long as he obtained it, he could break through the Peak of the Body Integration Stage and become the only Mahayana Stage Cultivator in the Northern Territory.

By then, Old City Lord Li Cang, Supreme Elder Jian Cangqiong, and Lion Cangqiong would all have to make way for him.

The Zhao family would unify the Cultivation World.

Such desire was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

His spiritual power was pushed to the limit, surging through his Meridians like a flood breaking through a dam.

Family Head Zhao Tiangang's hands were hidden in his sleeves, his fingers already forming seals.

He could cast the Zhao family's secret technique—Blood Shadow Clone—at any moment.

This time, he would go all out.

He wanted to show everyone that the Zhao family did not rely on City Lord Li Qingge's charity to establish a foothold at the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The Zhao family had its own foundation.

"Crack—crack—crack—"

The cracks on the light orb increased, and fragments fell off one after another, turning into golden smoke and dissipating.

The light orb grew smaller and smaller, shrinking from the size of a fist to an egg, and then to a walnut.

Something was glowing in the center of the light orb.

It was not golden light, but purple-gold, carrying an indescribable majesty.

The light seemed to have life, beating within the orb. It was just like a heart.

"It's a law seed!"

A sharp glint flashed in Old City Lord Li Cang's gray eyes, and his withered fingers clenched tightly.

His voice was hoarse, yet filled with irrepressible excitement.

"A Mahayana Stage law seed! As long as one refines it, one can comprehend the Law of the Mahayana Stage!"

Lion Cangqiong's mane stood on end, and the golden flames burned three times more intensely than before.

His slit pupils were filled with greed, and his claws gouged a deep trench into the ground.

Golden Demonic Qi surged around his body like a volcano about to erupt.

Lion Cangqiong was prepared; as soon as the Opportunity fully appeared, he would be the first to rush forward.

Whatever rules, whatever morality, just get lost.

The Mahayana Stage was more important than anything else.

Supreme Elder Jian Cangqiong's fingers gently rubbed the hilt of his sword, his thumb sliding over the patterns on the scabbard, making a faint rustling sound.

His Sword Intent circulated around him, becoming thicker and denser, wrapping him in layer after layer of silk.

His eyes remained half-closed, but his Divine Sense had already locked onto the law seed.

Supreme Elder Jian Cangqiong was a Sword Cultivator; he was not good at snatching, but his sword was fast.

In all the world's martial arts, only speed is unbreakable.

As long as he drew his sword, no one could be faster than him.

Snake Emperor's seven heads opened their mouths simultaneously, and seven streams of black poisonous mist spewed out, condensing into a dark green poisonous cloud in front of him.

The poisonous cloud surged, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

His twenty-seven eyes stared fixedly at the law seed, his slit pupils filled with killing intent.

He was of the Yao Race, and he had no psychological burden competing against the Human Race.

But he also had no psychological burden competing against other Yao Race members.

In the face of the Mahayana Stage Opportunity, even kin were enemies.

Feng Tian's Nirvana Fire burned even more intensely on her feathers, the golden flames scorching the surrounding air until it twisted and deformed.

Her colorful feathers shimmered with brilliant luster in the firelight, and the Nirvana Fire on her tail feathers danced like golden butterflies.

The law seed was reflected in her amber eyes, calm as a stagnant pool, but her heartbeat was twice as fast as usual.

Lightning exploded around Lei Tian, and purple thunder crackled on his body, like electric snakes slithering about.

His purple eyes were full of Battle Intent, but he did not move.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment the light orb shattered completely.

Chi Tian was the same; his Profound Ice Cold Qi had accumulated to the extreme.

With just a thought, he could freeze everything within a hundred zhang.

In Sparrow Emperor's blood-red eyes, the vortex spun faster and faster.

His Heaven-Swallowing Vortex was ready to strike, his giant beak slightly open, like a hungry beast opening its maw.

Nine experts, nine terrifying auras, surrounded the law seed tightly.

The air was so heavy it seemed ready to drip water; even the runes on the stone walls were flickering under the pressure.

The temperature in the stone chamber fluctuated, one moment feeling like burning fire, the next like piercing cold ice.

The stone slabs on the ground were crushed into countless cracks, with gravel splattering everywhere.

Xiao Ran huddled behind a stone pillar, suppressing his aura to the lowest level.

His Guixu Body swallowed all his life signs, and he was like a lifeless stone.

His gaze swept across the face of every expert.

"Fight, fight. The harder you fight, the better."

Xiao Ran loved to watch the chaos.

"Crack—"

The next second.

The light orb shattered completely.

The purple-gold light exploded, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

In the light, a thumb-sized bead floated in mid-air.

The bead was entirely purple-gold, with dense runes flowing on its surface.

The runes seemed to have life, slowly squirming on the bead.

The bead emitted an indescribable majesty; that majesty did not come from power, but from the Realm.

The Realm of the Mahayana Stage was a major level higher than the Body Integration Stage.

Even if it was just a seed, it was enough to make the Body Integration Stage experts feel awe.

"A law seed!" Family Head Zhao Tiangang was the first to move.

He formed seals with his hands, and his body split into three.

Three identical Clones rushed in three different directions.

The Zhao family's secret technique—Blood Shadow Clone—at the cost of burning Lifespan, created two Clones possessing seventy percent of the original's strength.

Three Family Head Zhao Tiangangs lunged toward the law seed simultaneously.

"Blood Shadow Clone? A mere trick!"

Lion Cangqiong snorted coldly, golden Demonic Qi exploding around him, turning into a golden shockwave that spread in all directions.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the ground shattered and the stone walls collapsed.

Two Clones were shattered by the shockwave, turning into blood mist and dissipating.

Only the original body withstood it, but he was also forced back several steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Lion Cangqiong!"

Family Head Zhao Tiangang roared, gray spiritual power condensing in his palm, and he struck toward Lion Cangqiong with a palm.

The palm shadow blotted out the sky and sun, carrying the might of a collapsing mountain and splitting earth.

Lion Cangqiong did not retreat but advanced, striking out with a claw.

The golden claw shadow collided with the gray palm shadow, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

The stone chamber shook violently, and gravel fell from the vaulted ceiling.

Both men retreated several steps, their eyes filled with killing intent.