415: Chapter 415 Unclaimed Embryo!

A beam of light shot straight into the heavens, and the aura of a True Treasure turned into tangible ripples, quickly spreading to every corner of Central Province.

This aura was extremely pure, carrying a heaviness and sharpness that transcended the Five Elements, untainted by any Cultivator's personal mark.

At the top of the ancient tree, the Purple Mansion Elder of the Chili Sect stood up abruptly.

His Protective Aura was shaken violently by this aura, and the thick tree trunk beneath his feet exploded with a roar.

"An ownerless True Treasure embryo!"

It was filled with irrepressible fanaticism.

The thirty-odd obscure Divine Senses nearby exploded instantly, becoming completely agitated.

The attention originally locked tightly onto the Main Peak of Chengtian Pavilion was completely torn apart by this dark gold beam of light.

"Tianji Mountains! It must be a divine object born from heaven and earth!"

"Quickly, send a message to the Sect! Whoever snatches this level of fortune can instantly become a god!"

Several scouts couldn't even be bothered to crush their message Talismans, choosing instead to burn their essential blood directly.

Their escape lights violently smashed through the air, speeding toward the north.

A scout from the Sword Pavilion drew his Flying Sword and directly cut off the path of a Loose Cultivator beside him.

"Are such divine objects something that the likes of you Loose Cultivators are fit to covet?"

With a flash of sword light, the Loose Cultivator was split in two on the spot.

The temporary alliance between the scouts disintegrated instantly, and they pulled apart while guarding against each other.

So what if Hou Chen is in seclusion attempting to reach the Golden Core stage? That is someone else's fortune; who would dare to touch the bad luck of a Golden Core Lightning Tribulation!

Right now, this ownerless True Treasure is in the Tianji Mountains; if you go late, you won't even get a sip of soup!

The Elder of the Chili Sect stepped on the remains of the ancient tree, shattering it, and his figure shot into the sky.

"Chili Sect members, follow me to the Tianji Mountains to snatch the treasure!"

Dozens of escape lights raced across the sky, creating ear-piercing sonic booms.

In just ten breaths, the surveillance network around Chengtian Pavilion collapsed.

Those scouts who had been biting tightly onto the Luoyan Mountain Range retreated completely.

Deep in the underground bunker.

Chen Mu sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab, the dark green vines on his left leg squirming slowly.

The dozens of Purple Mansion Divine Senses covering his head disappeared abruptly.

The oppressive Qi machine that had been pressing down on the protective formation of Chengtian Pavilion was completely drained away.

Chen Mu's chest heaved as he exhaled a breath of turbid air.

It worked!

The Master's strategy of diverting the disaster was simply calculated to the marrow of these old monsters in Central Province.

A dark gold square seal had forcibly twisted the gaze of the entire Central Province.

Chen Mu looked up, staring fixedly at the dome of the secret room, his heart beating violently in his chest.

He had previously worried that his public execution of the Sword Cultivator would disrupt the Old Ancestor's layout of keeping a low profile.

Now it seems that his own meager perspective was simply ridiculous in front of the Old Ancestor.

This is the Master's method!

What Purple Mansion Perfection, what Golden Core, what millennial Sect—on the Old Ancestor's chessboard, they were all Puppets to be manipulated.

He turned his head to look at the lightning-struck wood Puppet beside him.

The Puppet was still emitting the violent Qi machine of a Purple Mansion Great Perfection.

But at this moment, no one in Central Province cared about this fat man in seclusion anymore.

Chen Mu pinched a seal with one hand, and the Wither-Prosper Death Qi completely retracted along his Meridians.

He had to stay here, pinning down this dark piece, waiting for the Master's next decree.

Thousands of miles away, at the Tianji Mountains.

The immortal cultivation Holy Land, originally full of Spiritual Qi, had now completely turned into a meat grinder.

The dark gold square seal hovered in mid-air, shimmering with ten colors.

The extremely heavy Earth and Metal Laws turned into halos of light, spreading outward.

A burly Loose Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion was the first to break through the outer Restriction, grabbing the square seal with one hand.

A roar of ecstasy exploded in his throat.

"The True Treasure is mine!"

Before the words faded, a Flying Sword burning with red-black flames pierced directly through his chest.

The burly Loose Cultivator didn't even have time to scream before his Physical Body was burned into a piece of charcoal.

The Grand Elder of the Chili Sect stepped through the air and grabbed the falling dark gold square seal.

"A mere Loose Cultivator dares to covet a divine object!"

With a backhand slap, his violent Bing Fire true energy transformed into a fire seal dozens of feet large.

The three Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had pounced nearby were blasted into blood mist on the spot.

Before he could put the square seal into his Storage Ring.

A sharp sword light descended from the sky, cleanly severing his entire right arm.

The Purple Mansion Perfection Sword Cultivator from the Sword Pavilion stepped on his Flying Sword, with Sword Qi crisscrossing.

"What is the Chili Sect? This treasure belongs to my Sword Pavilion!"

The severed arm, along with the square seal, fell into the dense forest below.

Dozens of Purple Mansion Cultivators rushed up with red eyes, completely driven mad by the killing.

Several Cultivators from the orthodox path, who usually spoke of the way of the gentleman, were now casting their Mind-Clearing Mats, forcibly shattering their opponents' Dao Hearts, and then mercilessly slaughtering them.

All kinds of high-level Spells and Talismans were bombarding each other crazily in mid-air.

Mountains collapsed, spiritual springs dried up, and top-grade Spiritual Artifacts shattered like scrap metal in this chaotic battle.

Blood stained the rocks of the Tianji Mountains, gathering into eye-catching streams of blood.

The dark gold square seal changed hands repeatedly among different Cultivators.

The moment anyone snatched the square seal, they would become the target of everyone, suffering indiscriminate fire.

Strangely, this square seal seemed to have some kind of indescribable magic.

The Grand Elder of the Chili Sect had just used his left hand to snatch back the square seal when a sharp pain came from his Dantian.

The extremely pure strand of Deep Qi Origin at the core of the square seal awakened silently.

It followed the Grand Elder's severed arm and greedily extracted a large mouthful of pure fire-attributed essential blood.

The Grand Elder felt his Meridians stagnate, and a tiny lag appeared in the operation of his magic power.

But in such a meat grinder of life-and-death struggle, who would care about a slight loss of magic power?

He only thought it was because he was seriously injured and desperately urged his remaining true energy to resist foreign enemies.

In the next breath, the Sword Cultivator's natal Flying Sword twisted and shattered his skull.

The square seal was thrown again, falling into the hands of a Loose Cultivator who practiced water-attributed Cultivation Techniques.

The Deep Qi Origin acted again, and the overbearing authority of transforming Kan and removing Li pierced directly into the Loose Cultivator's Meridians.

The Loose Cultivator felt his whole body go cold, and his water-attributed true energy was forcibly devoured by ten percent.

He looked down at the dark gold square seal in his hand, and a warning of extreme danger flashed in his mind.

This thing is sucking blood!

Before he could issue a warning, he was smashed into meat paste by a heavy hammer.

This bomb, carefully prepared by Gu Changsheng, was crazily weakening the foundation of the top-level Cultivators in Central Province in an extremely covert way.

The slaughter continued, and greed expanded infinitely.

Yuanmu Grotto-Heaven, Main Peak Great Hall.

Gu Changsheng sat on the throne, supporting his chin with one hand.

In front of him floated a huge water mirror condensed from water-attributed Laws.

In the water mirror, the bloody slaughter in the Tianji Mountains was clearly visible.

Severed limbs and arms flew in the sky.

Those famous Sect Elders who were usually high above and full of morality had completely torn off their disguises.

For that fake True Treasure, they could even stab their fellow disciples in the back without hesitation.

Gu Changsheng overlooked this group of ants biting each other crazily.

These idiots in Central Province had their reason completely blinded by their desire for power.

A defective product made casually, with a trace of Deep Qi added as bait.

It could make these old guys at Purple Mansion Perfection kill each other and bash each other's brains out.

Deep Qi naturally restrains the Five Elements; the fiercer these people snatch, the faster their magic power runs, and the more essential blood is sucked away.

The more essential blood the square seal absorbs, the more manic that strand of Deep Qi inside becomes.

When it is full and explodes completely.

This group of Purple Mansion Cultivators who are fighting endlessly will all have to be buried with this piece of scrap metal.

Gu Changsheng's finger bones tapped lightly on the throne's armrest, making a crisp sound.

The Great Era is coming, and the fruit status is limited.

These Purple Mansion Perfection Cultivators are all potential opponents in the future battle for the Golden Core.

By using a fake seal to clear out a batch of small fry in advance, this deal is definitely profitable.

He was even looking forward to the reaction of Old Monster Chili and that old immortal from the Sword Pavilion when they saw their elites dead.

The slaughter in the water mirror had entered a white-hot stage.

The Main Peak of the Tianji Mountains had been shaved down by a hundred feet.

The earth veins within a hundred miles had completely collapsed, and magma erupted from the ground.

Just as a Sword Pavilion Elder tried his best to stuff the dark gold square seal into his arms.

He bit the tip of his tongue, preparing to use a blood escape technique to flee this Shura field.

Boom!

The thick clouds above the Tianji Mountains were suddenly violently torn open by a terrifying thunder.

A purple-black thunder as thick as a water vat smashed directly onto the Sword Pavilion Elder's head.

His Protective Sword Aura didn't even last half a breath before it instantly collapsed.

That Purple Mansion Perfection Elder turned into a puff of ash on the spot.

The dark gold square seal hovered quietly in the center of the raging thunder, unscathed.

In the violent thunder, a giant thunder hand of a hundred feet in size slowly reached out.

With an absolute pressure that transcended the rules of heaven and earth, it grabbed directly at the square seal.