372: Chapter 372 Such an ugly way of eating.

"Protracting Purity brat! You actually dare to come?!"

The Jia Wood Divine General Dharma Body roared, shaking the heavens, its ten-thousand-foot-tall azure giant arm violently tearing through the Chaos.

Violent wood Qi, carrying a killing intent capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth, slammed straight toward Gu Changsheng's Jianmu phantom.

True Monarch Qingsong's Origin was damaged, and his reason had long been devoured by hatred.

Within that violent wood Qi was mixed the humiliation True Monarch Qingsong had accumulated over decades.

The dignity of an overlord of the Eastern Wasteland being trampled underfoot by a newly promoted True Lord—this enmity was irreconcilable.

As that punch was thrown, the surrounding Void Realm star stones shattered inch by inch, turning into dust that filled the sky.

The Void Realm was brutally torn into dozens of terrifying black rifts, with gale winds pouring back in along the rifts.

Gu Changsheng sat atop the Cave Heaven bone throne, not even having the interest to stand up to meet the enemy.

The Jianmu phantom's branches and leaves unfurled, and the absolute rank suppression of the Primal Wood General Outline exploded outward.

The surrounding violent gale winds were forcefully pushed back for hundreds of miles.

Gu Changsheng watched coldly as the giant arm approached.

The authority of the Primal Wood Fruit Position was fully opened, and the entire world's wood Dao veins were under his control.

He could even clearly sense the stagnation and decay of the Laws within True Monarch Qingsong's body.

A broken body and failing constitution, merely lingering on with his last breath—how dare he speak of bravery in front of him?

Gu Changsheng lifted his fingertip slightly, and an extremely pure azure light rain appeared out of thin air, flowing upstream to meet the ten-thousand-foot giant arm.

Each drop of light rain was condensed with the primordial wood Law, weighing over a thousand jun; though it looked gentle, it contained supreme power capable of destroying all wood-based Divine Abilities.

If this old dog really dared to act recklessly, then today, he would simply leave his remaining half-life here on the Void Realm forever!

Boom!

Just as the two extreme wood-type Laws were about to collide and the heavens and earth were about to overturn, a Splendor Qi Golden Lotus that blotted out the sky and sun abruptly tore through the Chaos and descended from the heavens.

The Golden Lotus was brilliant with golden light, surrounded by buddhist chants, and filled with vast Zen rhymes; carrying an irresistible, surging force, it violently wedged itself into the center of the two great Law powers.

The petals bloomed in layers, golden light swept in all directions, and it forcefully knocked the unstoppable Jia Wood giant arm back by a thousand feet, causing the wood-type essence on the giant arm to instantly dissipate by more than half.

The violent air waves swept outward, completely shredding the thick clouds above the Luoyan Mountain Range.

"Two Fellow Daoists, please hold your hands."

The Western Desert True Monarch's Golden Body Arhat phantom held one hand upright before its chest, its grand sound waves overpowering the thunder.

"True Monarch Bing Fire is an ancient powerful being, and his Dao field contains the core Opportunity pointing directly to the Late Stage of the Golden Core."

"With such good fortune before us, infighting only invites ridicule; the Secret Realm is the top priority."

These words precisely stepped on everyone's weak point.

True Monarch Qingsong's Dharma Body trembled violently, his giant arm hanging in mid-air, ultimately not slamming down again.

Breakthroughs are always the highest iron Law hanging over the heads of Golden Core True Lords.

What is the point of fighting to the death? Isn't it all for the sake of advancing further?

The Old Monster of Zhongzhou's crimson Dharma Body snorted coldly, and the fire-burning clouds filling the sky subsequently receded.

The East Sea Dragon King's massive body hid within the deep blue ocean, and the violent air waves of the water-fire clash gradually subsided.

Several existences standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World stopped their hands with such tacit understanding.

Above the clouds, golden light, water mist, wood Qi, and crimson flames intertwined.

This group of high and mighty chess players, right in front of all living beings in the world, began to divide the quotas and resources of the Bing Fire Dao field below as if no one else was there.

On the surface of the Old Monster of Zhongzhou's crimson Dharma Body, flames rolled violently.

"This Bing Fire Dao field is located within the Zhongzhou territory; this old man has planned for a century, so I should rightfully take the larger share, and the core main hall belongs to me."

The East Sea Dragon King let out a deafening sneer.

"A joke! Heaven and Earth spiritual objects belong to those with virtue. If you in Zhongzhou truly had the ability, why wait for it to appear on its own? The East Sea wants twenty percent of the spiritual objects, and the remaining quotas will be based on one's own ability."

The Western Desert's Splendor Qi Golden Lotus emitted a soft Buddha light.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors should not harm the harmony. The Evil Qi within this relic mansion is quite heavy; my Buddha is merciful, so it is only right to purify a few ancient Magical Artifacts to form a good connection."

The three forces refused to give way to each other, and no one was willing to suffer a loss.

The sound waves of bargaining echoed in the Void Realm, shaking the mountains and rivers below until they collapsed.

The earth below trembled crazily under the pressure of the Laws.

At the bottom of the rift.

Lin Yan, who was nailed tightly to the magma by the Formation chains, was wailing miserably in the flames.

The Li Fire Origin burned his Meridians crazily, and his Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root was forcefully drained, turning into firewood to open the relic mansion.

Cao Yun, who had fallen and was sitting on the crystal ruins, bled from his seven orifices, looking at the sky in despair.

Those few high and mighty Divine Thoughts were unscrupulously discussing the division of spoils above his head.

Cao Yun raised his head, staring fixedly at those few massive Dharma Bodies in the sky.

He recognized the aura of the Old Monster of Zhongzhou, and also recognized the Splendor Qi of the Western Desert Buddhist Cultivator.

It was this group of high and mighty gods who had kept him in captivity like an animal for decades.

These two keys, polished over decades of time, did not even possess the qualification to be mentioned by this group of True Lords.

Used and then discarded, whether he lived or died did not matter.

Cao Yun desperately urged the Pure Yang Heart Fire, attempting to cut off the connection between Lin Yan and the Formation.

As soon as the fire left his body, it was violently swallowed by the ancient Formation patterns.

His cultivation, which he was proud of, could not even count as a joke in front of this relic mansion.

Cao Yun dug his ten fingers into the crimson crystal, his nails breaking off at the root, dripping with blood.

He cultivated desperately, killed desperately, thinking he was Heaven-Defying to change his fate.

In the end, it was all a script written by others.

Lin Yan's wailing in the magma became weaker and weaker.

The light of the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root dimmed completely, having been drained of its last shred of value by the relic mansion's Formation.

A charred, dried corpse slowly sank into the magma.

The scapegoat was dead.

But Cao Yun's fate was still nailed tightly to this chessboard.

The life of an ant, in the eyes of a Golden Core True Lord, was not even worth as much as a speck of dust.

Extreme humiliation and despair completely shattered his Dao Heart.

Gu Changsheng had no interest in this spoils-sharing meeting.

He sneered even more at the resentful killing intent that True Monarch Qingsong threw at him from time to time.

Just a defeated dog raging in incompetence.

The eating habits are truly ugly.

Listening to the hypocritical words of this group of old monsters, Gu Changsheng's disdain grew even deeper.

The Secret Realm gate hadn't even fully stabilized, yet these old things had already started dividing the meat.

Do they really think this Bing Fire Dao field is the vegetable patch in their own backyard?

Gu Changsheng's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne.

Bing Fire governs burning and refining; it is violent and surging.

If he descended forcefully, the primordial wood Law would be easily assimilated by the Bing Fire, instead becoming a wedding dress for others.

Ji Earth, however, is different; it is gentle and inclusive, capable of turning ordinary soil into spiritual fields.

Although that old brat Immortal Master Houchen is at the bottom in terms of killing power, his methods for saving his life and carrying Laws are first-class.

Letting him go into the Secret Realm to stir up the muddy water is the most appropriate.

The primordial wood Divine Thought stood silently; he separated a wisp of his mind, following the line of Karma directly to the Luoyan Mountain Range.

The outskirts of the Luoyan Mountain Range.

Chen Mu stood at the peak of a dilapidated cliff, with cyan-black Death Qi rolling crazily around his body.

The crimson light pillar a thousand miles away soared into the sky, and the terrifying pressure of the ancient relic mansion made his heart beat wildly.

Greed expanded rapidly in the depths of his spiritual terrace.

With an ancient Dao field appearing in the world, picking up even a few scraps would be enough to save hundreds of years of bitter cultivation.

Moreover, that was an Opportunity pointing directly to the Great Dao of the Golden Core.

Who among the Purple Mansion Cultivators could resist this kind of temptation?

Just at the moment he prepared to turn into an escape light and rush toward the rift.

In the deepest part of his spiritual terrace, the mother-child dao seed trembled violently.

Gu Changsheng's cold decree smashed directly into his mind.

"Wood overcomes fire; you Cultivate Wither and Flourish Death Qi, so going to the Bing Fire relic mansion will only result in you becoming firewood."

"Guard the Luoyan Mountain Range well; you are not allowed to cross the boundary by even half a step."

Chen Mu's body stiffened, and his boiling greed was cut off cleanly and decisively.

The Old Ancestor's will could not be defied.

He stared fixedly at the crimson palace emitting alluring fluctuations, then forcibly turned around.

"I respectfully obey the Old Ancestor's decree."

Reason regained the high ground.

Chen Mu's chest heaved violently.

He recalled the terrifying pressure when the Old Ancestor attained the Dao.

Those self-righteous Loose Cultivators had no idea what they were about to face.

That was a meat grinder set up by the Golden Core True Lords.

The more people who went in, the more miserably they would die, and the faster the Secret Realm's Formation would be consumed.

This group of cannon fodder was merely flesh-and-blood batteries used by the True Lords to fill the array eyes.

Gu Changsheng's voice sounded again, revealing the composure of one who plans strategies.

"Contact Immortal Master Houchen of Chengtian Pavilion."

"Earth can sustain fire; let him go and take this Opportunity."

Chen Mu understood instantly.

The Old Ancestor was going to use a secret piece in Zhongzhou to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.

Chengtian Pavilion Cultivates the Ji Earth Dao lineage, which is inclusive of all things, making it most suitable for fishing in troubled waters in a fire-type Secret Realm.

The distant firmament was filled with escape lights of various colors.

The anomaly of the relic mansion appearing in the world could not be hidden at all.

The Purple Mansion and Foundation Establishment Cultivators in Zhongzhou and the surrounding areas were all attracted by this anomaly.

With red eyes, they gathered crazily toward the direction of the rift.

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

Hundreds and thousands of escape lights were like locusts passing through, covering the sky and earth.

An old Loose Cultivator at the Early Stage of the Purple Mansion, whose Lifespan was about to end, directly burned his life essence and blood, turning into a blood-colored stream of light to rush to the very front.

"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regret! This old man will risk it all!"

The miserable roar echoed in mid-air.

Countless Cultivators were infected by this fanaticism, one after another sacrificing their life-saving trump cards and desperately increasing their escape speed.

Chen Mu stood at the cliff peak, watching coldly at this group of cannon fodder rushing to their deaths.

Among them were many Elders from famous sects, usually high and mighty, but at this moment, they were displaying ugly behavior like hungry dogs pouncing on food.

The cruel underlying logic of the Cultivation World was displayed vividly at this moment.

Without absolute strength, all Opportunities are death warrants.

Without the tacit approval of the Golden Core True Lords, who could take away even a single brick from that palace?

He was incomparably glad that he had hugged the Old Ancestor's thigh tightly.

As long as he followed the Old Ancestor, one day, he too would be able to stand on that cloud, looking down on all living beings.

Chengtian Pavilion Main Peak.

Immortal Master Houchen hurriedly smashed the last three Top-Grade Spirit Stones into the grooves of the Formation Plate.

His ten fingers flicked continuously, and earth-yellow Ji Earth True Qi was poured into the array eye as if it were worthless.

The sect-protecting Formation shone brightly, and an earth-yellow light shield as heavy as a mountain locked the entire mountain peak tightly.

The crimson light pillar that pierced through the heavens and earth a thousand miles away emitted a pressure that made his heart jump in fear.

The appearance of such an ancient relic mansion in the world was definitely a flesh-and-blood feast like a meat grinder.

Without a Golden Core True Lord to protect the Dao, a great Purple Mansion Cultivator going in was just firewood to be burned.

His old bones only wanted to guard this small patch of land at Chengtian Pavilion and would never wade into this muddy water.

The Formation light shield suddenly rippled with a violent wave.

A wisp of cyan-black Death Qi violently tore open the earth-type True Qi, directly melting a gap in the sect-protecting Formation.

Death Qi gathered, condensing into Chen Mu's figure.

"Sealing the mountain to guard against thieves?"

Chen Mu spoke, his voice cold and hard.

Immortal Master Houchen shivered all over.

Seeing who it was, he immediately put on a fawning smile and bowed to salute.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, your arrival is an honor; I have failed to welcome you from afar."

Chen Mu did not waste words, getting straight to the point.

"The Old Ancestor's decree. You are to go to the Bing Fire relic mansion."

Immortal Master Houchen's smile froze.

That relic mansion was clearly a dead zone, and the few True Lords in the sky were staring at it like tigers watching their prey.

He, a Cultivator of Ji Earth, although first-class in saving his life, could not even compete with Loose Cultivators in terms of killing means.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, with this old body of mine, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to make a splash if I went in."

Immortal Master Houchen bowed his waist, his tone filled with pleading.

"The good fortune within the relic mansion is Heaven-Defying; this old man truly has no blessing to enjoy it. The entire Chengtian Pavilion still relies on these old bones of mine to hold it up."

Chen Mu sneered.

Cyan-black Death Qi swirled around his fingertips, turning into a sharp wood thorn.

"The Old Ancestor is letting you go to borrow your Ji Earth fate of sustaining fire."

"The Old Ancestor wants the things inside."

"You go and get them. If you can't bring them back, then there is no need for Chengtian Pavilion to remain."

Immortal Master Houchen's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

That Wither and Flourish Death Qi pressed directly onto his spiritual terrace, and the absolute Law suppression of wood overcoming earth made him unable to breathe.

He had no choice at all.

Those True Lords in the sky treated Loose Cultivators as consumables, and True Monarch Yanqing similarly treated him as a chess piece.

But the difference was, if this chess piece was played well, Chengtian Pavilion could hold onto this big thigh tightly.

In this land of Zhongzhou, a place of four battles, without a Golden Core backer, one would sooner or later be swallowed alive.

This was a huge Opportunity.

"This old man accepts the order!"

Immortal Master Houchen gritted his teeth and agreed, straightening up abruptly.

"I will definitely not fail the True Lord's heavy entrustment!"

Chen Mu flicked his finger.

An azure jade talisman carved with primordial wood Dao patterns landed in Immortal Master Houchen's hand.

"For saving your life. Don't die inside."

The cyan-black mist dissipated, and Chen Mu left cleanly and decisively.

Immortal Master Houchen gripped the jade talisman, feeling the pure wood-type Origin inside, and his hanging heart fell back into his stomach a little.

This counted as a protective talisman.

Wealth and honor are sought in danger.

Since he had boarded True Monarch Yanqing's boat, he had to wade through this muddy water whether he wanted to or not.

He turned around and strode toward the treasury, preparing to dig out all the defensive Magical Artifacts from the bottom of the box.

Above the Void Realm.

Deep in the Chaos.

Four Golden Core-level Law pressures collided crazily.

The Formation light screen of that Bing Fire palace flickered violently in the magma.

The Old Monster of Zhongzhou's crimson Dharma Body looked down at the scene below.

"This relic mansion's Formation is connected to the Earth Veins. If we force our hand, the Earth Veins will collapse, and no one will get the things inside."

The grand sound waves shattered a large area of star stones.

The East Sea Dragon King snorted coldly.

"Old ghost, speak directly."

"Each take a step back."

The Old Monster Chili of Zhongzhou threw out the condition.

"We join forces to tear open the outer Restriction. Each of us sends our own Purple Mansion Disciples inside based on our own ability."

"Life and death depend on fate. Whoever brings things out, they belong to them."

The Western Desert's Splendor Qi Golden Lotus rotated slowly.

"Amitabha. This method is very appropriate."

True Monarch Qingsong's Jia Wood Divine General Dharma Body trembled violently.

His Origin was damaged; if the True Lords went down to fight to the death, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Sending Purple Mansion Disciples to fight for it was exactly what he wanted.

"Agreed."

A tacit understanding was reached in the Void Realm.

Four existences standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World instantly finalized the rules of this killing game.

Gu Changsheng's primordial wood Divine Thought stood silently.

The Jianmu phantom's branches and leaves unfurled slightly.

He did not need to speak at all.

Immortal Master Houchen had already set off with his jade talisman.

Ji Earth's survival ability in the Bing Fire Secret Realm would definitely allow him to survive until the end.