501: Exploit its hidden treasures and return with a full load.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of the wind remained.

Shen Yuanmo sheathed his sword and stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping across the ruins he had personally transformed into a battlefield and then partitioned into a pure land.

His gaze also swept over the tens of thousands of survivors from the Zixiao Holy Land.

The cultivation levels of these people ranged from Nascent Soul to Dao Integration, including many Elders who were usually high and mighty.

But at this moment, under Shen Yuanmo's gaze, they didn't even have the courage to lift their heads.

Killing had already lost its meaning.

When a person's Dao Heart has completely collapsed, they are not much better than a dead person.

Shen Yuanmo didn't even bother to say another word to them; instead, his Divine Thought spread out like an invisible tide, surging majestically.

In an instant, the entire Zixiao Holy Land, this immortal blessed land stretching for millions of miles.

All the hidden compartments, secret treasuries, Formation nodes, and Spiritual Vein trends cultivated over hundreds of millions of years held no more secrets in his eyes.

"Found it."

He took a step, and his figure vanished instantly.

The next moment, he appeared in the core area of the Zixiao Holy Land's main peak.

This place was once the Holy Land's most heavily guarded forbidden zone, but now its gates were wide open, and it was in a state of ruin.

Beneath a cluster of collapsed palaces lay an independent space protected by countless profound Formation runes.

This was the treasury of the Zixiao Holy Land.

Ordinary Cultivators, even a Mahayana Saint Lord, would need to spend some effort to forcibly break through this layered Grade Eight composite Formation.

But Shen Yuanmo only took a glance.

"Thirty-six fatal flaws, one hundred and eight redundant nodes, energy circuits blocked—flashy but impractical."

He flicked his finger.

A nearly imperceptible current of Chaos Qi accurately shot into a certain point in the void.

Buzz!

The defensive Formation that was originally as solid as a fortress didn't even produce a ripple; it vanished silently like a popped soap bubble.

Revealing the vast treasury space behind it, which was like a Small World.

Upon entering, there was a dazzling brilliance of jewels.

Mountains of Top-Grade Spirit Stones emitted a spiritual mist that almost condensed into water, forming streams on the ground.

Tens of thousands of rare Spirit Medicines were sealed within ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, their fragrance filling the air; every single one was worth a fortune.

There were also various Artifact Refining Materials, divine gold, and immortal iron, categorized and piled into small mountains.

This was merely the outer treasury, resources for the Holy Land's daily operations.

Shen Yuanmo's gaze swept over it without stopping for a moment.

His figure flashed again, appearing on the second level of the treasury.

The space here was much smaller, but the value of the items stored increased exponentially.

On rows of jade shelves, hundreds of glowing Magic Treasures floated.

The lowest were Grade Six Spirit Treasures, and there were as many as ten Grade Eight Dao Artifacts.

Among them, the most eye-catching was a Pill Furnace shimmering with purple light.

As well as a warhammer wrapped in lightning; both were Grade Eight High Grade Dao Artifacts.

Besides those, there were countless jade bottles containing Medicinal Pills.

Each bottle contained terrifying medicinal power, and there were even a few bottles of High Grade pills that could help one break through a Bottleneck.

Such a Foundation was enough to drive any first-rate power mad.

However, Shen Yuanmo still only took a glance.

His footsteps finally stopped at the deepest part of the treasury, the third level.

Here, there was only an empty stone chamber.

In the center of the stone chamber, two items floated quietly.

The first was a Jade Slip.

A simple Jade Slip, entirely Chaos-colored, as if carrying the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

"Zixiao Lightning Induction True Art"!

This was the true fundamental Legacy technique of the Zixiao Holy Land, pointing directly to Mahayana Perfection and even faintly touching the threshold of the immortal path.

The second item was a palm-sized animal hide.

It was unknown what kind of creature the hide came from; it appeared dark gold and was inscribed with an incomplete star map in ancient Immortal Script.

At the end of the star map, a blurry place name was marked.

"Immortal Abode?"

As Shen Yuanmo's Divine Thought touched the hide, a piece of sealed information flooded into his mind.

This was the greatest secret left behind by the founding ancestor of the Zixiao Holy Land, that half-step True Immortal, before he passed away.

A suspected Immortal Cave Secret Realm left by a True Immortal!

"Interesting."

Shen Yuanmo finally showed a hint of interest.

He didn't pick items one by one, nor did he categorize and organize them.

That was too slow.

He simply raised his hand and made a light grasping motion toward the treasury space that had stored hundreds of millions of years of Foundation.

Buzz—!

The Chaos Domain expanded silently.

Space distorted, and heaven and earth were overturned.

The entire treasury, from the mountains of Spirit Stones in the outer treasury to the dazzling array of Dao Artifacts and pills in the middle layer, and finally the core Legacy Jade Slip.

Everything was uprooted by an irresistible force.

Then, under the horrified Divine Thoughts of countless powerful beings spying from afar.

That vast treasury world was rapidly compressed and distorted.

Finally, it turned into a Chaos light orb the size of a chicken egg, falling into Shen Yuanmo's palm.

With a casual flip of his hand, the light orb disappeared, stored within the Sumeru space opened by the Dao Fetus in his body.

"Hiss..."

In the distance, the Divine Thought Incarnation of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty's Old Imperial Uncle fluctuated violently.

Beside him, the Yaoguang Saintess was even more shocked, unable to regain her composure for a long time.

"This... this is just too..."

For a moment, she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

The Old Imperial Uncle swallowed hard and gave an order to the attendant beside him in a raspy voice.

"Pass down the order: any prince or relative of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty who has any connection with the Zixiao Holy Land must settle their Karma within three days."

The attendant's heart tightened, and he bowed to accept the order.

Having finished all this, when Shen Yuanmo's figure reappeared, he was back above the ruins.

He looked down at the Zixiao disciples who were still numb and limp, then turned his gaze toward the source of the Spiritual Veins deep within the Holy Land.

There, ninety-nine massive Spiritual Veins lay dormant like dragons, forming the Foundation of the Zixiao Holy Land for hundreds of millions of years.

He could have extracted all ninety-nine Dragon Veins as well, completely turning this place into a barren land.

But after a moment of contemplation, he ultimately gave up on the idea.

He raised his hand and pressed down lightly toward the earth.

Rumble!

The ninety-nine Spiritual Veins let out a wail, and the nine thickest main Dragon Veins.

Were forcibly severed by an invisible force, and their purest Origin Dragon Qi was extracted.

This Dragon Qi converged into nine dark-yellow air currents and entered his body.

Having done all this, Shen Yuanmo stayed no longer.

"In three days, Zixiao will be removed from existence."

The words he spoke before crushing the Zixiao Holy Land's mountain gate had come true.

Although tens of thousands of survivors remained, a Holy Land that had lost all its Foundation, Legacy, and top-level combat power.

A Holy Land whose Dao Heart was completely shattered—how was that any different from being removed from existence?

From now on, they would only become fat meat in the eyes of various forces in the Central Continent, to be devoured completely.

Shen Yuanmo's figure turned into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and vanishing into the horizon in an instant.

Leaving behind only these devastated ruins and a group of poor souls who had lost their future.

Not long after he left.

In the Central Continent Divine Land, deep within the Forbidden Grounds of various immortal Holy Lands and supreme divine dynasties.

Terrifying auras that had been slumbering for tens of thousands of years awakened one after another.

"Zixiao... is destroyed?"

"Who did it?"

"A strange aura, Middle Stage Mahayana... no, his combat power is immeasurable."

"Investigate! Use all power to find out this person's Origins!"

"Pass down the order: seal the mountain gate and wait for changes!"

Wills of surprise, solemnity, or wariness intertwined in the void.

An unprecedented storm was quietly brewing over the entire Central Continent Divine Land.

And at the center of the storm, Shen Yuanmo had already returned to the Immortal Cave he had temporarily opened.

He sat cross-legged, his Divine Thought sinking into his body.

In that chaotic Sumeru space, a compressed treasury world floated quietly.

With a thought, four items flew out from it.

The innate thunder soul, the Zixiao fundamental technique Jade Slip, and the animal hide recording the Immortal Abode Secret Realm.

But Shen Yuanmo's gaze finally landed on the fourth item.

That cracked and mottled stone tablet he had taken after shattering the immortal phantom with a punch.

The carrier of the true immortal decree.

His fingertips brushed lightly over the stone tablet.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Yuan Character General Outline representing the Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture began to glow faintly.

"True Immortal...?"

Shen Yuanmo murmured to himself, his eyes lighting up with a brilliance that saw through everything.

"Merely... a predecessor."