373: Chapter 373 The Formation is Activated!

In the chaotic void, Old Monster Chili's crimson dharma idol suddenly reached out with a giant hand.

Simultaneously, the Dragon King of the East Sea's deep blue dragon claw, which covered the sky, reached out.

Two mighty forces at the Golden Core level crashed violently into the Bing Fire light barrier at the bottom of the rift valley.

The ancient remnant Formation let out an overburdened, explosive roar.

A gap a hundred Zhang wide was forcibly torn open.

Scorching waves of Bing Fire Qi surged backward through the gap and soared into the sky, baking and severely distorting the surrounding Void Realm.

"The Formation has opened!"

Someone roared from up in the clouds.

The thousands of Cultivators who had been lying in wait around the outskirts of the Luoyan Mountain Range went completely wild.

Densely packed streaks of escape light rose from the ground.

Multicolored lights of magical power converged into a torrent, pouring frantically toward the gap.

Men die for wealth as birds die for food.

The dozens of Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators leading the charge rushed toward the gap with faces full of greed.

One of them, a burly bald man, summoned a profound iron shield of the Medium Grade Magical Artifact level to protect his front.

The moment he touched the remnant dark-gold Formation runes at the edge of the gap,

the profound iron shield didn't even last half a breath before melting directly into a puddle of molten iron.

His protective true essence was instantly incinerated.

Flesh peeled away, and bones carbonized.

His shrill scream cut off halfway, completely swallowed by the violent waves of fire.

A living human was directly reduced to ashes in mid-air.

But this did absolutely nothing to deter the greed of those behind him.

"He's dead! The Opportunity is mine!"

The Purple Mansion great Cultivators behind them summoned their trump-card defensive Magic Treasures, stepping over the bloody path paved by the cannon fodder before them as they forcefully crashed into the legacy abode.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs were instantly vaporized in the terrifying heat.

This was not treasure-hunting at all, but a complete meat-grinder feast.

The Golden Core True Lords stood high above, looking down coldly at this swarm of ants who were using their lives to fill the array eye.

Immortal Master Houchen was sandwiched in the middle of the crowd, shuffling his feet sluggishly.

He had a full seven layers of shields wrapped around him.

The earthy-yellow halos were outrageously thick, making him look exactly like a ball of clay.

Others were squeezing forward with all their might, terrified that the opportunities would be snatched away.

Yet he did not vie or snatch, choosing only to walk through the blind spots others had already cleared.

True Monarch Yanqing's decree weighed heavily on his spiritual terrace, as heavy as Mount Tai.

If he failed this task, Chengtian Pavilion would be wiped out from the Cultivation World.

Houchen's mind was entirely occupied with figuring out how to avoid those bloodshot-eyed madmen.

"Get out of the way!"

An Early Stage Purple Mansion Sword Cultivator from a major sect in the Central Plains had gone red-eyed with anxiety.

Annoyed that Houchen was blocking his path, he slashed a sharp Gengjin Sword Qi directly at the earthy-yellow halo.

The Sword Qi sliced through the air, letting out a piercing shriek.

Clang!

The Sword Qi struck the outermost shield, leaving not even a white mark.

The rebound force directly ripped open the web of the Sword Cultivator's thumb, sending blood flowing.

The Sword Cultivator was horrified, taking several steps back in shock.

His proud Gengjin offensive power had failed to even scratch the surface of the other party's shield.

Houchen didn't even turn his head, continuing to shuffle inward while stepping on the charcoal on the ground.

The Ji Earth lineage's offensive power was indeed at the very bottom.

But the hardness of this turtle shell was absolutely at the ancestor level among those of the same rank.

As long as he didn't actively seek trouble, no one would want to bite into such a tooth-shattering hard bone in a place like this.

At the bottom of the rift valley, on the crimson crystal square.

Cao Yun slumped in the ruins, his chest heaving violently.

In the lava, Lin Yan's charred, desiccated corpse had completely sunk to the bottom.

Having been drained of his very last bit of value by the Formation, not even a speck of dust remained.

He stared fixedly at the churning sea of fire, his worldview long since shattered to pieces.

Decades of planning were nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the old monster.

He abruptly closed his eyes and looked inward at his Dantian.

In the next breath, Cao Yun's entire body shuddered violently.

It was empty.

The golden imprint that had tortured him for a century, threatening to drain his essence blood at any moment, had completely vanished.

Along with that disgusting Soul-Suppressing Bone from the Western Desert.

It, too, had been used as fuel by the legacy abode's Formation to open the gates, burned entirely to nothingness.

The Li Fire Origin leaped joyfully inside his Dantian, no longer bound by any shackles.

The Pure Yang Heart Fire flowed through his limbs and bones, smoother than ever before.

He had survived.

He had even turned disaster into a blessing through the strangling force of this ancient Formation, completely escaping his fate as a pawn!

Wild joy and lingering fear intertwined frantically in his chest.

Cao Yun wiped away the bloodstains on his chin and stood up shakily from the ruins.

Above his head, densely packed Cultivators were passing through the gap.

Dropping onto the square like dumplings into boiling water.

Slaughter and plunder began the very instant they landed.

Several Loose Cultivators, fighting to snatch a scattered fragment of the Formation on the ground, directly summoned their Magical Artifacts to deal lethal blows to one another.

Cao Yun quickly concealed the aura of his Pure Yang Heart Fire.

He suppressed his cultivation level firmly to Foundation Establishment Perfection.

He casually pulled a dead man's tattered magical robe from the ground and wrapped it around himself.

Quietly, he blended into the chaotic crowd.

Since his shackles were broken, he would naturally go to claim a share of the fortunes in this Bing Fire Dao Arena.

However, he would absolutely not touch the core opportunities displayed out in the open.

Those were reserved for the old monsters in the sky.

Anyone who dared to touch them would surely die.

Far away in the depths of the void, the primordial wood Divine Thought stood quietly.

Gu Changsheng sat on the throne of his own grotto-heaven, resting his chin on one hand.

Through the jade talisman he had bestowed upon Houchen, he could see everything inside the legacy abode with perfect clarity.

Those True Lords thought they could sit back and reap the benefits by letting the Purple Mansion Cultivators go in and fight.

Yet they had no idea how massive an advantage Ji Earth held within a Bing Fire Secret Realm.

"Don't join the Chaos at the main hall."

Gu Changsheng directly transmitted a decree into Houchen's spiritual terrace through the jade talisman.

"Your task is to find the fire-attribute Origin."

Immortal Master Houchen shuddered all over. Following the flow of the crowd, he finally stepped into the inner layer of the legacy abode.

Before his eyes lay a vast, boundless expanse of crimson ruins.

Dilapidated palaces stretched endlessly, and collapsed stone pillars were engraved with ancient Bing Fire Dao runes.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, and every breath felt like swallowing hot coals.

In front of the main hall's entrance, the fighting had already turned the place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Three Middle Stage Purple Mansion great Cultivators were blasting each other frantically over a broken crimson Flying Sword.

One of them held a long banner, whipping up a sky full of black baneful Qi.

Another mobilized water-attribute Spells, transforming them into dozens of ice pythons that bit and tore madly.

The light of the Spells blasted the surrounding crystal walls to pieces.

Severed limbs and blood splattered in all directions, drying up rapidly in the high temperature.

Houchen shook his head, directly ignoring the magnificent main hall.

The things the True Lords wanted would definitely not be placed out in the open for people to fight over.

He turned and slipped into a secluded alleyway blocked by collapsed stone pillars.

There wasn't a single soul here.

There were only piles of rubble and broken Formation runes all over the ground.

Houchen fished out an entirely pitch-black luoyang shovel from his Storage Ring.

This thing was Chengtian Pavilion's ancestral vein-seeking Magical Artifact, specifically designed to detect underground spiritual items.

He poured his Ji Earth true essence into the shovel's handle.

The moment the shovel's blade touched the ground, a faint earthy-yellow ripple spread rapidly along the earth vein.

Houchen closed his eyes, carefully sensing the feedback of the earth vein's Qi.

Ji Earth embraced all things and was most sensitive to the flow of the Five Elements' Qi.

After a moment, he abruptly opened his eyes.

He strode over to an inconspicuous pile of rubble and crouched down.

The Bing Fire Qi of this place was locked down tightly by an extremely sophisticated Restriction.

If not for the Ji Earth vein-seeking method, one wouldn't have sensed the slightest anomaly.

Houchen swung the luoyang shovel and jabbed it fiercely into the gap between the floor tiles.

He pried with all his might.

Crack.

Just as the shovel's blade pried up a dark-red stone slab, an extremely pure, fire-attribute medicinal fragrance suddenly wafted out.