354: Three treasures

Everyone's gaze turned solemnly once again toward the magnificent palace complex floating in the center of the Chaos Void Realm, emanating a vast Emperor Might.

However, on the jade corridor leading to the palace complex, thousands of Yin Soldiers stood solemnly, clad in tattered bronze armor and wielding rusted war spears.

And dozens of stone Puppets, a hundred feet tall, resembling ancient gods, with ghostly blue Soul flames flickering in their eyes!

They were silent and motionless like sculptures, yet they radiated a murderous aura that made one's Soul tremble, forming an impassable line of death.

Not long ago, quite a few people, including even some Saints who were overconfident in their cultivation, had attempted to force their way through.

As a result, a ghostly blue Soul flame shot out from the eyes of the ancient god Puppet, instantly igniting their Saint bodies; they were turned into drifting ashes before they could even let out a scream!

With such a lesson before their eyes, although all the factions were anxious, no one dared to act rashly, and the situation fell into an eerie stalemate.

Everyone was waiting—waiting for a variable, or for a "cannon fodder" of sufficient weight to test out more chances of survival.

However, the Opportunity within the Emperors Tomb was like meat hanging before hungry wolves; the temptation was enough to crush reason.

"Damn it! Wealth is sought in danger! My Lifespan is less than a hundred years, I can't wait any longer! Charge!"

Finally, an old Saint monster with a withered face and declining aura, looking at the shimmering light of the life-extending divine medicine within the palace complex, had his eyes instantly bloodshot as he let out a beast-like roar!

He burned his already scarce Origin essence blood, transformed into a streak of blood-colored light, and recklessly charged toward a corner of the Yin Soldier formation that seemed weak!

This roar was like ice water thrown into boiling oil!

"Do it!"

"Take this chance, charge over!"

Suppressed greed and the desire to survive were completely ignited at this moment! A chain reaction erupted instantly!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless figures, like a dam-breaking torrent, with the light of various Magic Treasures soaring into the sky, caused violent energy to instantly sweep across that zone of death!

Thousands of Yin Soldiers clad in tattered armor simultaneously raised the rusted war spears in their hands.

In their eyes and between the gaps of their armor, the ghostly blue Soul flames "whooshed" and connected into one, as if a ghost realm had descended; the cold, bone-chilling murderous intent, like tangible cold wind, swept toward them!

At the same time, those dozens of hundred-foot-tall stone Puppets also moved.

As they took steps, the entire floating corridor trembled. From their stone eye sockets, ghostly blue Soul flames erupted violently, transforming into thick beams of destruction that swept across the densest part of the crowd!

Screams, roars, the clashing of Magic Treasures, and the sounds of energy explosions instantly rang through the sky!

Chaos, total Chaos! Blood and severed limbs instantly stained the ancient corridor red.

In the initial Chaos, the Loose Cultivators suffered heavy casualties.

But the major factions had deep foundations and quickly stabilized their positions.

"Yaochi Disciples, heed my order: Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation, rise!"

Yaochi Holy Master Ji Qingyi's voice was cold and clear. Behind her, seven Elders instantly performed the footwork, their life-bound Sacred Artifacts like jade bottles and immortal ribbons blooming with light, drawing upon the Star Power of the heavens to transform into a brilliant galaxy that forcibly withstood the incoming beams of destructive Soul fire!

"Ten Thousand Yao God-Slaughtering Formation! Follow this King and charge!"

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain roared. Behind him, the Yao Race powerhouses' blood-energy soared into the sky, condensing into a gigantic Heavenly Yao Dharma Image. Its sharp claws tore the sky, and it clashed head-on with an ancient god Puppet; the roaring sound echoed everywhere!

"Imperial Dragon Qi, Nine Dragons Facing Heaven Formation!"

The Imperial Lord of Great Zhou offered up a bronze Imperial Seal. The Dragon Qi transformed into nine solid golden dragons that coiled and strangled, crushing the surging Yin Soldiers into pieces!

"Amitabha, Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle!"

The Buddhist monk pressed his hands together, and a string of Buddhist beads flew up, transforming into a hundred-foot golden light Buddhist circle. As the Buddhist chants and Zen sounds rang out, the Yin Soldiers melted away like snow wherever it passed.

Various Holy Lands and Desolate Ancient Families all unleashed their own methods.

With Saint-level figures leading their Disciples and elites, relying on exquisite battle formations and powerful Sacred Artifacts, they barely managed to tear open several gaps in the army of Yin Soldiers!

The price was immense!

Maintaining the battle formations consumed resources like mountains and seas; from time to time, Elders and Disciples vomited blood and were severely injured, and even Sacred Artifacts wailed and shattered. But this had opened a chance of survival for those behind!

"Now is the time! Charge!"

The gaps appeared, and the subsequent Cultivators had blood-red eyes, like a flood breaking a dam, rushing madly toward the palace complex along the short-lived path opened by lives and precious treasures!

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain rode the demon clouds, swept up his subordinates, and charged into a pitch-black palace.

Factions like Yaochi, Great Zhou, and the Buddhist sect also protected their Disciples and charged into their respective targets.

The three Old Ancestors of the Azure Profound Sect smashed away a group of Yin Soldiers, formed a triangular battle formation with the Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor, and barbarically crashed into a yellowish-brown palace.

"Go!"

Xiao Ruobai's eyes were sharp. His War God blood-energy enveloped Fang Hanyu and the others, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light. They narrowly avoided a sweeping Soul flame and rushed into the doorway of a secluded palace.

In the center of the palace were three Mo Yu stone platforms, arranged in a triangular formation.

Above each stone platform floated an object wrapped in a soft halo, silently circulating a Spiritual Pressure that made one's heart palpitate.

On the left stone platform, inside the halo was a long spear that was crimson all over with an ancient design; the body of the spear had faint magma-like patterns flowing across it.

It radiated a scorching and violent aura; just by looking at it for a glance, one felt a stinging pain in their eyes, as if facing a volcanic eruption.

On the right stone platform was a complete tortoise shell, engraved with unidentifiable ancient runes.

These runes flickered on their own; every time they flashed, they caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly, and within the shell flowed a very faint, earth-colored halo that felt as thick as the earth itself.

It was clearly a supreme treasure of the defensive type.

The most eye-catching one was the highest stone platform in the middle.

Floating above it was a mass of misty purple Qi that constantly changed shape. Within the purple Qi, there were occasionally sounds of Dragon roars, occasionally manifestations of Phoenix shadows, and occasionally it transformed into a galloping Qilin. A thick, inseparable life essence and noble Bloodline pressure permeated the area.

The three treasures, although sealed by a Restriction, emitted a grade of Spiritual Pressure that definitely surpassed ordinary Saint-Grade treasures!

"Good stuff!"

Wang Xiaopang's eyes went straight instantly, rubbing his hands, drool almost flowing down.

"This long spear, this tortoise shell, this mass of purple Qi—good treasures!"

"Don't be impulsive."

Xiao Ruobai held down the eager Wang Xiaopang, his gaze scanning the three stone platforms solemnly.

"The treasures are good, but the Seal is stronger. This Restriction is connected to the Qi of the entire palace and even the Emperors Tomb; breaking it by force might lead to unforeseen consequences."

Fang Hanyu closed his eyes slightly, sensing with his sword heart, and then shook his head: "The Restriction is a seamless whole with no obvious flaws; we need to find the formation eye or a specific method."

Ling Xi was quietly observing that mass of misty purple Qi, a faint ghostly light seeming to circulate in the depths of her eyes, having already found a way to break it.

Just as she was preparing to make a move to break it, "Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Shadows flickered at the palace gate, and seven or eight figures, carrying the scent of blood, broke in one after another.

I will try to write another chapter!