370: Chapter 370 Gentlemen, what a pleasant atmosphere!

Lin Yan gasped heavily, the Li Fire Burning Heaven Art inside him circulating wildly and uncontrollably.

Cao Yun looked down at the rolling magma, the Pure Yang Heart Fire throbbing violently in his palm.

"Do you know that hidden beneath this is an Ancient Remnant Dwelling?"

Cao Yun spoke extremely fast, making no effort to hide the fanaticism in his voice.

"I discovered this place during my Qi Refinement Stage, yet I have endured for decades."

He stared fixedly at the depths of the rift where the Void Realm was distorted.

"It's not that I couldn't open it, but that I didn't dare to."

Lin Yan forcibly suppressed the boiling fire-attribute true essence in his body and looked up in bewilderment.

Revered Master is a Purple Mansion great cultivator; what kind of monster could be hidden in a place even he doesn't dare to touch?

Cao Yun had no intention of explaining.

Those high and mighty old monsters treated him as a cauldron for nurturing fire.

If he ever dared to step into such an Ancient Remnant Dwelling to seize its providence, those old things would definitely descend immediately and devour him whole, skin and bones.

But now it was different.

With two Golden Core Marks counterbalancing each other.

And with Lin Yan as the perfect scapegoat.

As long as he entered the remnant dwelling, he could use the ancient Formation inside that isolated heaven's secrets to complete the switch.

"Follow me closely."

Cao Yun took a step forward, his body falling straight into the rift.

Lin Yan gritted his teeth, urging his true essence to follow closely.

The further down they went, the more terrifying the temperature became.

The surface of his Foundation Establishment Stage protective true essence sizzled, threatening to shatter at any moment.

They descended for a full thousand feet.

An ancient, dark-red light curtain abruptly emerged on the surface of the magma.

Complex and obscure Dao patterns flowed across the light curtain, emitting a destructive aura that made the Soul tremble.

Cao Yun stopped three feet above the light curtain.

He formed a hand seal, and the Mingxin Mirror within his Dantian roared into operation.

The crimson copper mirror spun rapidly above his spiritual terrace.

A beam of light shot out, directly tearing a three-foot-wide crack in the Bing Fire light curtain.

Fragments of the Formation splattered everywhere as magma poured in.

"Go!"

Cao Yun grabbed Lin Yan by the back of his collar.

The two turned into a streak of crimson light, diving cleanly into the crack.

The moment they passed through the light curtain, the surrounding high temperature vanished instantly.

A vast, boundless crimson space unfolded before their eyes.

A muffled roar came from behind them.

The torn gap in the Formation healed rapidly, and the ancient Restriction closed completely once more.

Cao Yun fell heavily onto the crimson crystal ground.

He vomited large mouthfuls of blood, his Meridians riddled with holes, looking miserable to the extreme.

But he was smiling.

His laughter went from a suppressed low hiss to an unbridled wild laugh.

He rolled over to lie on the ground, staring fixedly at the thick Formation dome above his head.

The perception was cut off.

Those two terrifying Divine Thoughts that had hung over his head for decades were cleanly isolated by this ancient Formation.

He had finally jumped off that damned chessboard.

A century of shackles, shattered in an instant.

Lin Yan knelt to the side, too shocked by Cao Yun's frenzied appearance to speak.

He had never seen his Revered Master lose his composure like this.

Cao Yun suddenly sat up, and the Pure Yang Heart Fire instantly incinerated the bloodstains on his body.

He turned his head and stared fixedly at Lin Yan.

That gaze didn't look like he was looking at a Disciple at all, but rather at a perfect vessel polished for eight years.

"Yan'er, today Revered Master shall grant you a great providence."

Cao Yun stood up and approached Lin Yan step by step.

"The resources in this remnant dwelling are enough for you to soar to the heavens in a single step, reaching directly for the Purple Mansion!"

Lin Yan's chest heaved violently, a fanatical flame burning in the depths of his pupils.

"This Disciple is willing to go through fire and water for Revered Master!"

He had no idea that what awaited him was not providence at all, but two Golden Core death warrants enough to crush his Soul.

Cao Yun reached out with one hand and directly grabbed the crown of Lin Yan's head.

The Pure Yang Heart Fire surged violently, completely enveloping the two of them.

The switch had officially begun.

But he had no idea.

The scheme he thought was flawless was nothing more than a clumsy joke in the eyes of the true chess players.

Above the Nine Heavens.

Deep within the Tai-Xu Chaos.

The thick astral winds were forcibly pushed aside by several terrifying wills.

Several Golden Core level Divine Thoughts had long since locked onto the rift at the edge of the Luoyan Mountain Range.

One of the Divine Thoughts was as blazing as the sun; it was the old monster from the Central Plains who had planted the golden mark years ago.

Another had Splendor Qi rolling, carrying the hypocritical compassion of a Western Desert Buddhist Cultivator.

They looked down like spectators at the Gu insect desperately crawling into the iron cage.

A sudden change occurred.

At the highest point of the Tai-Xu, a streak of pure azure light descended without warning.

Within the azure light was the supreme Law of the Zhen-Xun Primordial Wood.

Life and death were intertwined as it dominantly cut into the sealed airspace.

"The one from the Northern Plains?"

The [Xin Gold] Divine Thought transmitted extreme bewilderment.

The azure light flowed.

Gu Changsheng's primordial wood Divine Thought slowly condensed into a gray-robed phantom in the Void Realm.

Gu Changsheng was originally sitting cross-legged in his own grotto-heaven.

After receiving Chen Mu's transmission, he developed a slight interest in that Loose Cultivator who bore the old monster's mark.

He casually cast a wisp of Divine Thought along the line of Karma.

He hadn't expected to stumble upon the grand scheme these old monsters from the Central Plains had been planning for a century.

Gu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down.

The remnant dwelling Formation at the bottom of the rift, Cao Yun's ecstasy, and Lin Yan's blind loyalty were all laid bare.

A cold sneer rose in Gu Changsheng's heart.

This Loose Cultivator was ruthless enough.

Cutting himself without even blinking.

Unfortunately, his vision was too narrow.

Did he think that by transferring the mark to a scapegoat, he could deceive everyone?

In the eyes of a true Golden Core True Lord, this was merely a trick of passing something from the left hand to the right.

As long as he was still in this game, he would always be a puppet on a string.

"Everyone, such fine spirits," Gu Changsheng's Divine Thought boomed in the Tai-Xu.

The primordial wood Law expanded overbearingly.

It directly forced the surrounding auras back several paces.

The Central Plains True Lord was as if facing a great enemy.

This was the peerless fierce man who had stepped over True Monarch Qingsong to rise and established the Wood Dao general principles.

The Divine Thought, blazing like the sun, churned violently.

A blurry Crimson Dharma Image slowly emerged in the Chaos.

"The newly ascended True Monarch Yanqing of the Northern Plains?"

The Crimson Dharma Image uttered grand, cold syllables, shattering large patches of star stones.

"Your Excellency is not stabilizing your cultivation, yet you dare to reach your hand into the Central Plains?"

The Divine Thought of Splendor Qi from the Western Desert also chimed in.

"Fellow Daoist Protracting Purity, this is a game we have been planning for a century; you have overstepped."

Sitting in his grotto-heaven, Gu Changsheng didn't even lift an eyelid.

His primordial wood Divine Thought transformed into a phantom of a towering Jianmu tree in the Tai-Xu.

He didn't waste any words.

Rumble!

Bolts of thunder and wild winds raged.

That Splendor Qi was whipped into a surge, nearly dissipating.

"I am enjoying the scenery; am I in your way?"

Gu Changsheng used the Law channel to smash his cold voice into the Tai-Xu.

"Whoever dares to stop me, I don't mind taking a stroll in front of your respective Sect gates right now."

Utterly unreasonable.

Several veteran True Lords instantly fell into a dead silence.

They were all old foxes who had lived for thousands of years; none of them were willing to provoke a madman who dared to pummel True Monarch Qingsong in the Tai-Xu at this critical juncture.

As long as the other party didn't interfere to snatch the providence of the Bing Fire remnant dwelling, what was the harm in letting him watch?

The clash of auras was fleeting.

The True Lords once again turned their attention to the remnant dwelling below.