160: Chapter 160 The Cave Heaven of the Valley of Oblivion

Inside Wangchuan Valley, the mountains and forests were dense, stretching out like an endless ink painting. Waterfalls cascaded down steep cliffs like the Milky Way hanging upside down, splashing thousands of silver droplets as they surged.

A flying boat broke through the air and hovered beneath the waterfall.

Cheng Lan took out dozens of Formation Flags and placed them in various positions. Once the Formation Flags were activated, the scene before them changed abruptly; the waterfall vanished, replaced by a deep and narrow canyon passage.

Since discovering the Wangchuan Valley Grotto-Heaven, Cheng Lan had set up a Formation here to claim it as her own. Though Wangchuan Valley appeared empty, it actually hid many of the Cheng Family's scouts.

Everyone disembarked from the flying boat one after another. The Su Family disciples looked around curiously; aside from the beautiful scenery, they found nothing particularly special.

It wasn't until Cheng Lan performed a Spell gesture that spiritual energy fluctuated at the end of the narrow passage. An entrance, appearing like a calm lake surface, manifested, its ripples faintly reflecting the scenery within the Grotto-Heaven.

“This is the Wangchuan Valley Grotto-Heaven. Everyone, please enter quickly.”

Cheng Lan withdrew her spiritual energy and said indifferently to the crowd, “The opening time of the Grotto-Heaven is not fixed; you could be teleported out at any moment. Perhaps the few breaths you spend hesitating will cause you to miss an Opportunity.”

As soon as she finished speaking, people from the Cheng Family and Jiang Family were the first to fly inside. They had been here before and knew Cheng Lan was not being alarmist.

Seeing this, the remaining people no longer hesitated and surged into the Grotto-Heaven one after another.

The Su Family side was in no hurry to move. Song Baiqing solemnly instructed, “After entering the Grotto-Heaven, your primary goal is to regroup. Be sure to keep a constant eye on your Sound-transmitting Talismans; receiving a message means a clansman is nearby.”

Su Xuanling turned to Wei Jing and said in a gentle tone, “Wei Jing, your cultivation is still shallow. I have another falcon here that you can use for self-defense.”

Among the Su Family group, those with the lowest cultivation were Su Xinyao, Su Xinyue, and Wei Jing. Thus, each was given a falcon to help them escape and save their lives in times of crisis.

However, Wei Jing shook his head and said, “Thank you for your concern, Fifth Miss, but this subordinate has no need for a falcon.”

This falcon was his master's Spirit Beast; how could he, as a servant, dare to take it?

If taking Su Xuanling's last falcon caused her to meet with misfortune in the Grotto-Heaven, he would live the rest of his life in guilt.

Su Xuanling originally wanted to say more, but seeing the determination in Wei Jing's eyes, she knew he couldn't be persuaded, so she said no more.

After finishing the precautions, Su Xuanheng and Wei Yan led the way into the Grotto-Heaven, with the others following closely behind.

Jiang Wuyu stared intently at the Su Family, a dark, cold smile playing on his lips.

Seeing that only Song Baiqing remained, he immediately laughed and asked, “Is Elder Song not going in?”

As soon as Jiang Wuyu spoke, he immediately drew the attention of the other five Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

At this moment, besides the few Foundation Establishment Cultivators, everyone else had already entered the Grotto-Heaven; after all, every extra person meant more strength.

If one wasn't going in, why bother coming to Wangchuan Valley? Staying outside was meaningless.

For a moment, everyone had different thoughts, their eyes flickering with calculation.

Song Baiqing only gave Jiang Wuyu a cold glance and did not respond.

This action made the Foundation Establishment Cultivators present realize immediately that the Su Family's Song Baiqing had quietly reached Foundation Establishment!

Everyone was shocked. They hadn't acted against the Su Family before because the Su Family posed no threat to them. Who would have thought the Su Family had quietly nurtured a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

A Qi Refining Family letting a servant reach Foundation Establishment first—how did they dare?

Beyond the shock, their expressions also turned grim.

The Su Family had hidden their strength too well, quietly transforming under everyone's noses from a docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered into a fierce wolf capable of competing for the spoils.

Not only did they now possess strength equal to their own, but their Family industries had already occupied the majority of the market in Qingyuan Market.

The Su Family's current foundation had completely surpassed the six major Foundation Establishment Factions of Qingyuan, faintly showing the posture of ascending to the position of overlord of Qingyuan!

Jiang Wuyu and Hou Zhang exchanged a look, their expressions changing repeatedly as they clearly communicated through secret transmissions.

Xu Heyan looked contemplative and ultimately did not step forward to speak with Song Baiqing.

He knew clearly that after this trip, the Su Family would surely become a thorn in the side of all Foundation Establishment Factions in Qingyuan. If he appeared too close to Song Baiqing now, the Bihai Association would inevitably suffer for it.

Song Baiqing stood calmly in place, a sword intent radiating from him like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.

Everyone harbored their own thoughts, and the atmosphere on the scene became somewhat oppressive.

...

Inside the Grotto-Heaven, mist swirled as a figure of crimson flame broke through the fog. His bronze skin reflected the firelight, glowing with the dark red of cast iron.

An Ziyao's fists were clad in searing flames as he smashed into the crowd with savage force. Several Jiang Family Cultivators could not dodge in time and were instantly engulfed and ignited by the crimson flames, their shrill screams echoing through the mist.

Almost at the same moment, several sharp Spells whistled through the air from the side. Cultivators from the Golden Feather Gang seized the opening and launched a joint killing move!

Fierce light burst from An Ziyao's eyes. Instead of retreating, he let out a great roar, and the crimson flames accumulated around him exploded like a volcanic eruption!

A searing airwave rolled out in a ring, swallowing the ice spikes, wind blades, and golden light Talismans attacking from all directions, annihilating them within the blazing torrent.

An Ziyao's figure lunged forward like crimson lightning, moving so fast he left afterimages. Though he held no saber, his pair of iron palms, wrapped in lava-like flames, were the most violent of weapons.

Crack!

Dull impacts and the sound of shattering bones exploded in succession.

An Ziyao was like a tiger among sheep; wherever his palm wind passed, protective spiritual lights were as fragile as thin paper.

A Golden Feather Gang Cultivator had just summoned a shield Magical Artifact when he was struck by a palm that collapsed his chest and twisted his head, shield and all.

Another person tried to retreat in horror but was struck in the neck by a backhand palm, his head exploding into red and white matter like a ripe fruit!

Wherever An Ziyao went, severed limbs flew, and in an instant, several more people were killed.

He shook his hands, and seeing that the enemies were all dead, he finally let out a long sigh of relief and called out behind him.

“Third Young Miss, the enemies have been dealt with.”

Su Xuanjing stepped out with light steps. Looking at the charred corpses everywhere, she showed a look of disgust and immediately pointed a finger.

storage rings flew up in response, converging into a stream of light that fell into her palm.

At the same time, the soil on the ground churned like a living thing, dragging all the charred remains underground. In a moment, it was buried flat, leaving only a faint scent of scorched earth.

“Well done. It would be better if you could handle the bodies as well,” Su Xuanjing said in a relaxed tone.

An Ziyao rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly, “Third Young Miss, I want to handle the bodies too, but I have a Fire Spirit Body and a single fire-attribute Spiritual Root; I can only release fire-system Spells to burn them.”

Su Xuanjing was stunned for a moment upon hearing this; she had almost forgotten that point.

Both Su Xuanxiao and An Ziyao had single-attribute Spiritual Roots and could not release Spells of other attributes.

In other words, for the Family's very precious Lesser Five Elements Art, An Ziyao could only comprehend the fire-attribute chapter and could not utilize the full effect of the Lesser Five Elements Art.