325: Are you fucking toxic?

After the Third Old Ancestor exited the stone door, he held the shrunken Dark Blood Battle Axe in his hand, his fingertips tracing the cool axe body.

Feeling the immense Evil Qi and the hidden power contained within, a satisfied arc involuntarily curved at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, this trip wasn't in vain after all," he mused inwardly.

However, just as his mind slightly relaxed—

"Rumble...!!!"

The entire Great Tomb violently shook without warning! More intensely than any previous disturbance!

As if the foundational pillars supporting heaven and earth had been shaken!

Immediately after, an incomparably clear sensation of Restriction loosening swept over, like a bursting dam!

That previously imperceptible loosening had now become a slowly expanding crack, and the entire Great Tomb's Restriction system let out a wail of unbearable strain!

"Damn it! The Great Formation is about to collapse!"

The Third Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically. This loosening far exceeded his estimation. If it truly triggered a chain collapse, the consequences would be unimaginable!

At this critical moment.

On Zizhu Peak, Gu Changge was leisurely sipping tea when his fingertips suddenly paused, and his gaze fell upon a certain deep part of the earth veins in Barren State.

"Hmm?"

He let out a soft exclamation, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"The Third Old Ancestor's movements are quite swift. He actually managed to take a Formation Eye, causing the Restriction to loosen prematurely."

He shook his head, seemingly a bit helpless, yet with a calm detachment that came from seeing through worldly affairs.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly, looking towards a mountain peak where Battle Intent was restrained. It was the crucial moment for Xiao Ruobai to consolidate his cultivation and solidify his King Realm.

"This disciple of mine still needs some time to refine himself. The Emperor Tomb's emergence, there's no hurry!"

Gu Changge murmured softly, as if conversing with a hidden presence.

Before his words fell, he pointed his conjoined fingers like a brush, lightly tapping the Void Realm in front of him.

No light shone from his fingertips, yet an invisible, formless ripple, containing supreme Dao Rhyme, rippled into the Void Realm, spanning thousands of miles, accurately sinking into the core Restriction of the Great Emperor Tomb in Barren State.

The ancient Restriction, which had been accelerating its decay due to the missing Formation Eye and was about to trigger a chain collapse, was as if injected with a gentle yet irresistible surge of boundless vitality. The process of collapse abruptly slowed down, and the speed at which the cracks mended increased slightly.

Although it couldn't be completely repaired, it forcibly stabilized this collapsing trend just before a certain critical point.

"If we agreed on a one-month period, then it's one month. If you emerge early, aren't you slapping my face?"

Gu Changge withdrew his finger, his tone calm.

Inside the tomb, the Third Old Ancestor, who was about to forcibly break out, suddenly stopped his movements, his face filled with shock and uncertainty!

"Hmm?! What's going on?!"

His pupils constricted, carefully perceiving the surrounding changes.

"The collapse stopped? No, it slowed down, forcibly stabilized by a certain power?"

This sudden stability slightly calmed his shock.

Although he didn't know the reason, the immediate crisis was temporarily averted.

"Good, it's finally stable."

He let out a long sigh of relief, wiping away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

But then, a chilling thought suddenly emerged:

"Wait, using such a fierce weapon as a Formation support, and only in the outer region, this collapsing momentum is world-destroying.

It made even a Saint King Realm expert like him feel immense danger. How could this be an ordinary Ancient Tomb? Could it be..."

A bold guess made him hold his breath, and cold sweat instantly drenched his inner garments.

"This damned place isn't a Great Emperor Tomb, is it?!"

This thought exploded in the Third Old Ancestor's mind like a thunderclap, instantly tensing his previously somewhat relaxed mood from obtaining the battle axe to the extreme!

A chill shot from his tailbone straight to his crown!

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze like lightning, staring intently at Xue Wuhen, who was slumped on the ground, still shaken. The more he looked, the more he felt this kid was unlucky!

"Damn it!"

The Third Old Ancestor couldn't help but curse under his breath, lightly kicking Xue Wuhen, who was slumped on the ground. His tone was filled with incredible annoyance and a sense of absurdity.

"Back then, I just wanted to find a 'good' feng shui spot to dig a hole and bury you unlucky bastards from Glazed Holy Land, and be done with it!"

"But what happened?! Are you f*cking poisonous?! Ah?! Just digging anywhere, and you can dig directly into a Great Emperor Tomb?!"

Xue Wuhen shivered from the kick, looking up blankly, meeting the Third Old Ancestor's gaze, which was a mix of shock, lingering fear, and a bit of looking at a "Plague God." He was even more scared, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

He completely didn't understand what this old Devil Head was going crazy about again, and could only shrink his body tighter, trembling.

The Third Old Ancestor cursed a few times, and the frustration in his heart eased slightly, but his expression grew even more solemn.

"Now the fun has really begun!"

He muttered to himself. The joy he had felt from obtaining the Great Saint Weapon was long gone, replaced by a heavy pressure.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trepidation in his heart, raising his Saint King Realm Qi to the extreme. His Divine Sense spread cautiously into the deeper parts of the tomb like the most intricate spiderweb.

Every step had to be taken as if walking on thin ice, truly walking on thin ice!

Gu Changge took in this scene completely.

Seeing the Third Old Ancestor cautiously fumbling forward as if facing a formidable enemy, a faint, almost imperceptible arc lifted at the corner of his mouth, finding it quite amusing.

His gaze swept past the Third Old Ancestor and landed on the young figure slumped on the ground, trembling—it was the Glazed Holy Land quasi-Holy Son, Xue Wuhen.

"This child..."

Gu Changge's gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of insight into the essence of things flashing in his eyes.

"His luck is quite peculiar. His fate line is dim, indicating a life of hardship, mostly making wedding dresses for others. However, intertwined within it is a thread of unyielding 'encounter' resilience. He truly has a destiny of 'planting trees for others, but finding it hard to enjoy the shade himself.'"

He gently shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of pity and playfulness from seeing through heavenly secrets.

"No wonder Senior Brother Shi repeatedly used him as a pathfinder, throwing him into deadly situations, yet he always stumbled upon Opportunity in desperation. It's a pity, luck comes like a tide, and leaves like the wind. Even if he has the ability to discover treasures, he doesn't have the fate to keep his blessings.

Whatever he gains, it ultimately isn't his own; it's merely managed for others for a brief moment."

"His Heart-Nature is timid, his root bones are mediocre. He has the Opportunity to find treasures, but not the capacity to bear them.

This time, being drawn into the Emperor Tomb's vortex, whether it's a blessing or a curse, for him, there's probably no difference. It will ultimately be an empty illusion, like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water."

Immediately, his gaze once again turned towards the depths of the Great Emperor Tomb, as if piercing through endless Restrictions, seeing its core's stillness and undercurrents.

He no longer looked further, letting the undercurrents in the depths of the earth veins surge on their own; everything remained under control.

Meanwhile, far away in the direction of Azure Profound Sect, three figures were treading through the Void Realm unhurriedly.

Their auras were restrained but exuded a sharp intent. They were Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang, who had descended the mountain.

At this point, the three had restored their appearances to how they were after descending the mountain.

Upon reaching a crossroads, Wang Xiaopang suddenly stopped.

"Second Senior Brother, Third Martial Sister, I need to leave for a moment."

Fang Hanyu was startled, looking at Wang Xiaopang with some confusion. Ling Xi also showed a hint of surprise on her face.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaopang pulled out a crumpled but faintly glowing leather map from his In my arms, carefully spreading it on a relatively flat large stone.

He pointed his finger to an area on the edge of the map marked with a ferocious lightning bolt symbol, named Wind and Thunder Valley.

"This place contains the power of thunderstorms, which can activate the Nine Heavens Profound Gang to refine the nine heavens thunder control talisman!"

"I want to go there to refine Talismans. If this Talisman is completed, its power will surely be earth-shattering!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his small eyes shining as if he had already seen the divine Talisman emerge.

Fang Hanyu, who was standing beside him with his sword, heard this, his gaze sweeping over the Wind and Thunder Valley mark, then he looked up at Wang Xiaopang.

"Wind and Thunder Valley? It is rumored to be a Jedi, with violent lightning and unstable space. It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

He said with concern.

Wang Xiaopang immediately patted his chest, his chubby face beaming with a confident smile.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry! In terms of direct combat, I'm naturally not as good as you and First Senior Brother, but when it comes to escaping for my life and avoiding danger, if Fat Master me isn't boasting, I'm a professional!"

As he spoke, he mysteriously pulled out a stack of Talismans from his Storage Pouch, imbued with purple Qi and profound runes.

"Second Senior Brother, Third Martial Sister, look!"

Wang Xiaopang lowered his voice, with a hint of pride.

"These are my recently refined life-saving trump cards! Grand Void Escape Talisman, Great Teleportation Talisman! With these treasures, even if I encounter something truly terrifying and can't defeat it, can't I still run away?"

He displayed the treasures in his hand, full of confidence.

"Moreover, there's still the life-saving trump card Revered Master gave me before."

Fang Hanyu's gaze lingered on those few treasures for a moment. He knew that although this Junior Brother had a whimsical nature, he indeed had unique skills in preserving his life. Coupled with the treasures bestowed by their Revered Master, his safety should be assured.

He nodded slightly, yet with a hint of concern: "Since that's the case, be careful in all things. Whether the Talisman is completed is secondary; return safely."

"Alright! Second Senior Brother, just you wait and see!"

Wang Xiaopang chuckled, deftly put away his treasures, and cupped his hands towards Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I'll be off first! After I'm done, I'll immediately come and meet up with you!"

With that, his figure swayed, surprisingly agile, transforming into a earthy-yellow stream of light and speeding towards Wind and Thunder Valley. In a few leaps, he vanished into the horizon.

After Wang Xiaopang left, only Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi remained at the crossroads.

Ling Xi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned her head slightly, her gaze directed towards the southwest.

The ethereal aura that subtly enveloped her now rippled faintly, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she was sensing something.

"Second Senior Brother."

She slowly spoke, her voice clear and ethereal like a cold spring in a secluded valley.

"I also sense that in the southwest direction, there seems to be a place that subtly resonates with the Dao I cultivate. Perhaps it's an Opportunity; I wish to go and investigate."

Fang Hanyu heard this and looked at Ling Xi.

This Third Martial Sister had always been mysterious, and the Dao she cultivated was profound and unpredictable. Although her temperament was cold, her spiritual perception was extremely keen.

For her to have such a clear sensation, this Opportunity must be extraordinary.

Almost without thinking, he straightforwardly asked: "Opportunity is rare; it should naturally be seized. However, the path ahead is unclear. Do you need me to accompany you?"

Ling Xi gently shook her head, her gaze clear and firm: "Thank you, Second Senior Brother. This is a guide for my own Dao path; I can go alone."

"Understood." Fang Hanyu nodded.

"Very well, be careful in everything. Remember, if you encounter something troublesome, do not force it. Immediately send a message; safety comes first."

Ling Xi nodded slightly in response.

She said no more. Her green robes stirred slightly, and she drifted away like a wisp of green smoke into the wind towards the southwest. Her figure quickly blurred, and her aura completely dissipated.