343: Chapter 343 The Tiger Pounces on the Mountain, the Truth Comes Out

Chu Sheng stood within the dual light curtains of the sea-suppressing cauldron and Biluo Palace.

His gaze swept across the Yao Race members gradually closing in around the hall, his mind already calculating rapidly.

He thought to himself, "This Formation is definitely someone's scheme."

But he did not speak it aloud.

Because speaking it aloud would be useless.

The Tiger King had already walked up to them, his gaze like a blade, sizing up Chu Sheng and The Bald Monk back and forth several times.

He did not attack immediately, but his scrutinizing posture already revealed his stance.

He did not trust Chu Sheng.

He had even heard some rumors.

The Fox Race offering a False Core, the Yao Venerable being assassinated, the remnants of the Fox Race fleeing.

When these clues were strung together, the spearheads pointed, more or less, at these few people before him.

Although the Tiger King had been stationed in the Western Regions for years, he was not some brute who only knew brute force.

He glanced at The Bald Monk, his eyes filled with obvious annoyance.

A Buddhist practitioner, wearing tattered kasaya, holding a string of prayer beads, standing in the middle of a group of Yao Race members—no matter how he looked at it, it was an eyesore.

"Coming here to put on an act without any strength."

The Tiger King said in a low voice; it wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

But he did not immediately subdue these people.

Because he felt that with him here, these people could not stir up any trouble.

Chu Sheng understood the Tiger King's gaze, and also understood the attitude of the surrounding Yao Race.

He did not rush to explain, nor did he attempt to clarify his relationship.

He just stood there quietly, waiting.

The Tiger King did not look at Chu Sheng again.

He turned to face the Teng Snake corpse and the layer of deep blue Formation patterns, his gaze sinking.

"Too troublesome." He whispered, as if talking to himself.

Then he raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers.

The surrounding Yao Race retreated a few steps, clearing enough space.

They looked at the Tiger King's figure, their eyes filled with a near-instinctive trust.

The Tiger King was at the Peak of Tongxuan, the one with the most fierce and powerful strength among the four kings of the Western Regions.

With him making a Move, there shouldn't be any problems.

At the moment his fist reached its Peak power, the Tiger King slammed it down.

He did not use any fancy Moves; it was just a punch.

But when that punch landed, the entire hall shook violently, and all the Yao felt a tightness in their chests, their Qi in disarray.

This was the Tiger King's signature Divine Ability.

"Mountain-Shaking Tiger Pounce."

He had once used this punch to Move two thousand-foot-tall mountains in front of the Tiger Race's gates a thousand miles away.

Those two mountains had been in the way; he felt they were an eyesore, so he moved them away, one punch per mountain.

At this moment, this punch landed on the Formation.

The Formation shook once.

But the Formation patterns did not crack.

Not even a single crack appeared.

Those deep blue lights just flickered slightly during the vibration and then returned to calm.

The Tiger King's expression changed.

He withdrew his fist, looked at his hand, and remained silent for a long while.

The surrounding Yao Race also quieted down.

Just then, a sound came from above the hall again.

Two more figures fell from the teleportation Formation in the dome.

One heavy, one disheveled.

After landing, everyone saw their faces clearly.

Zhu Qing.

Zhu Yin.

Zhu Qing was in a decent state; although his robes were somewhat messy, his Qi remained steady.

Zhu Yin was completely different.

He had at least seven or eight obvious wounds on his body, his robes were torn for the most part, his left arm hung limply, and a streak of dried blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

His Qi was much weaker than before, as if he had been repeatedly tortured by something.

Zhu Qing stood beside him, glanced at him, and didn't say much.

But anyone with discerning eyes could see it.

Zhu Qing had "taken good care" of his younger brother inside.

Zhu Yin raised his head and saw the scene in the hall.

He saw the Teng Snake corpse, the operating Formation patterns, and the expressions on the faces of the surrounding Yao Race.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Haha... Hahaha..."

He laughed louder and louder, sounding like he was crying, and also like he was laughing.

Zhu Qing frowned and said coldly, "What madness are you spouting?"

Zhu Yin raised his head, looked at Zhu Qing, then glanced at the Teng Snake corpse, as if he had finally figured something out.

"I am truly stupid..."

His voice carried a hoarse, almost self-deprecating tone, "What 'Lifespan running out'... what 'assassination'... so... so that's how it is..."

Zhu Qing reached out to hold him down, but Zhu Yin straightened up on his own.

His gaze swept over all the Yao present, and then he spoke.

"The assassination was my doing. Correct. I admit it."

His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The surrounding Yao crowd instantly became noisy.

The Tiger King also looked over, his gaze becoming sharp.

"You admit it?"

The Tiger King's tone carried the pressure of having just exposed the truth, "Then that makes things easy."

He was about to act, but Zhu Yin raised his hand, interrupting him.

"But do you know why I was able to succeed?"

His tone suddenly became calm, carrying a sense of equanimity.

"Because of that Formation."

He pointed to the Teng Snake corpse, and pointed to the Formation that was slowly operating.

"Do you know about the Nine-Nine Blood Origin Formation?"

No one answered.

Zhu Yin continued on his own.

"That is a forbidden technique. It gathers the Bloodline of eighty-one top-tier Yao Race, forcibly extending Lifespan, and adding a Breakthrough."

"I had flipped through records before and thought it was a legend."

"Now it seems—"

He laughed, a light sound, "That is not a legend. That Teng Snake corpse is the previous Formation eye."

"And we—"

His gaze swept over the surrounding Yao crowd.

"We are the next batch."

The expressions of all the Yao changed instantly.

Some began to retreat, some began to try and stimulate their spiritual power again, and some looked in panic at the cracks above that had already closed.

"The Yao Venerable... wouldn't..." a Yao whispered, as if trying to convince himself.

"He was so generous, letting us soak in the Heavenly Pool..."

"Those Dragon pearls..."

The voices grew weaker and weaker.

Because all the Yao thought of the same thing.

The old Dragon let all the Yao Race enter the Heavenly Pool, letting them bathe, hunt for treasures, and rush headlong into that area illuminated by spiritual light.

And the depths of the Heavenly Pool connected to this Earth Dragon Palace.

They were not here to hunt for treasures.

They were here to be sacrificed.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Then, the Tiger King's voice rang out, carrying a rare heaviness.

"How do we break that Formation?"

Zhu Yin looked at him, smiled, and then shook his head.

"I don't know," he said. "The old thing is too powerful; I only know that we have all been played."

The Yao fell into silence once again.

Chu Sheng stood within the dual light curtains of the sea-suppressing cauldron and Biluo Palace, watching this scene, but his heart did not sink completely.

He looked down at the Heavenly Secret Calculation in his sleeve; the divination stick was still there.

Ominous.

Not Greatly Ominous.

Between Ominous and Greatly Ominous, there lies a glimmer of survival.

He quickly went over the current situation in his mind.

Nine-Nine Blood Origin Formation... Teng Snake corpse... the Bloodline of eighty-one top-tier Yao Race... the old Dragon wanted to extend his Lifespan, and also wanted a Breakthrough.

But he had still not reached a desperate situation.

Ominous means there is a path, it is just difficult to walk.

He raised his head, glanced at Jiuer, then glanced at The Bald Monk, and finally his gaze fell upon the Teng Snake corpse.

Perhaps the key to breaking the situation was not in the patterns of the Formation.

But in the corpse itself.