442: Chapter 442 The Great Escape

Artifact, Law, Dao?

The guixu immortal ferry boat is layered by these three words, which happens to fit the cultivation logic of a Cultivator moving from the outside to the inside, from technique to Dao.

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the twenty-four Coiled Dragon Pillars on both sides of the deck. Previously, he had only considered them as decorations, but looking closely now, he discovered that a divine weapon floated atop each pillar, some radiant with flowing light, others with their sharp edges restrained.

God-rank... Magic Treasures!

With Chen Xuan's current vision, he could tell at a glance that those divine weapons were extraordinary.

Good heavens, this is truly a grand display.

Even before entering the cabin, Chen Xuan had already felt the extraordinary nature of this guixu immortal ferry boat.

This boat should belong to my Dao Seeking Sect.

"Let's go and have a look."

Chen Xuan stepped towards the Coiled Dragon Pillars. Shen Mutao, holding her unfinished Peach Blossom Cakes, followed closely behind with small steps, like a clingy little maidservant.

Arriving under a Coiled Dragon Pillar, Chen Xuan looked up. Floating atop the pillar was a cyan longsword, its blade covered in cloud patterns, its Sword Qi sharp yet contained.

He raised his hand slightly, circulating Spiritual Qi to perform a hollow pull towards the longsword.

With his current cultivation base, even an ordinary Immortal Artifact should have been drawn in by this suction.

But unexpectedly, the cyan longsword only trembled slightly and remained steadily floating atop the pillar, showing no intention of falling into his hand.

"It seems that to take these divine weapons, other methods are required."

Chen Xuan withdrew his hand and turned to look at the Little Girl beside him. "Tao Tao, do you know how these divine weapons are to be obtained?"

"Replying to Revered Master."

Shen Mutao said solemnly, "As long as you break the trial corresponding to each dragon pillar, you can take one of these twenty-four divine weapons. However, there are only seven left now."

"Seven?"

Chen Xuan's brow twitched slightly as he walked towards the other Coiled Dragon Pillars to check them one by one.

Sure enough, among the twenty-four dragon pillars, seventeen were empty at the top, with only faint traces of Spiritual Qi remaining. Clearly, the divine weapons upon them had already been claimed by others.

The remaining seven divine weapons were a sword, armor, staff, ring, tripod, brush, and mirror, all in different forms.

It seemed that before this, many Cultivators had already crossed the three tribulations and boarded the immortal ferry boat.

Chen Xuan was thoughtful; why did these people leave seven god-rank magic treasures behind? It seemed there must be some restrictive rules. Otherwise, given human nature, no one would see good things and not take them.

"Let's go inside and see."

Chen Xuan no longer dwelled on the divine weapons and turned to walk towards the cabin.

Shen Mutao hurried to keep up, her small steps running fast, while her mouth chattered with additional information: "Revered Master, the cabin on this first floor is huge! It's divided into several areas, mainly for Pill Furnaces, Medicine Gardens, Spiritual Weapons, Treasure Armor, as well as Five Elements Spiritual Items and Yin and Yang Treasures."

Chen Xuan listened while stepping into the cabin.

Just as Shen Mutao said, the first floor had a vast space and an orderly layout. A dense surge of Spiritual Qi mixed with the fragrance of pills and the rhythm of wood washed over him.

The space inside the cabin was far more vast than imagined, like a small world. The ceiling was embedded with night-luminescent pearls, simulating the movements of the sun, moon, and stars. The floor was paved with five-colored jade: green, red, yellow, white, and black.

Treasures surrounded the area like a circular tower, a dazzling sight to behold.

In the central position of the cabin, however, it was completely different from the surrounding treasure areas, leaving an empty space.

There were no objects here, only a zhang-high circular stone platform. The platform was cast from an unknown ink-colored strange stone, its surface covered with complex Talismans. A faint golden light flowed between the Talismans, vaguely forming a closed loop.

In the air above it, wisps of blue smoke gathered, projecting a clear scene. The image flowed in real-time, looking just like a live broadcast.

Chen Xuan was slightly startled and immediately recognized the identity of the woman in the image—the Vice Tower Revered Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower from the Rain God Continent, Fairy Hanyan.

Why would she be here?

Could it be that she was one of the three figures he had seen in the great desert earlier?

"Tao Tao, before your Revered Master, how many people have boarded this boat within the last month?"

Shen Mutao withdrew her gaze and thought seriously for a moment before speaking clearly: "In the last month, besides Revered Master, only two people have boarded the immortal ferry boat! One is this woman in the picture, and the other is a man wearing black clothes, but he is currently in the second stage."

"Two people?"

Chen Xuan nodded thoughtfully, having reached a conclusion. It seemed the remaining person must have failed the tribulation.

He glanced at Fairy Hanyan within the blue smoke again, considering whether to reap the benefits of a bystander.

With god-rank magic treasures right before his eyes, it was enough for Chen Xuan to commit murder and seize the treasures; he never claimed to be a good person. In this world, strength is respected, not to mention such a grand Opportunity.

"Let's go, we'll head to the second floor to take a look."

Chen Xuan turned and walked towards the stairs deep within the cabin, his tone indifferent.

It would be best to first understand the opponent's background before considering whether to say, 'Fellow Daoist, please stay your steps.'

...

Amidst the glaciers, the scent of blood drifted with the cold wind.

The Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect huddled within a temporarily deployed Three Talents Formation. The Formation's light was as dim as a flickering candle, and the Talismans flickered under the impact of Demonic Power, like fireflies that could be extinguished at any moment.

The Disciple at the Formation's core had a face as pale as paper, with blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Outside the Formation, four Mahayana Stage great demons stood like small mountains, their Demonic Power roiling around them, turning into a lingering black mist.

"We can hold on for half a stick of incense's time at most."

Han Chen no longer had his usual relaxed and casual manner; his expression was particularly grave. "After half a stick of incense, the Formation will surely be broken."

"Why are there so many great demons in this Secret Realm! Wasn't that Yao Venerable already slain by Peak Master Chen with a single strike of lightning?"

Ruan Chuan took out a vermilion Medicinal Pill and tossed it into his mouth. As the pill entered his stomach, he violently spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, though his complexion turned slightly more ruddy. The longsword at his waist hummed, unsheathing an inch, its cold light flashing:

"If it really comes down to it, I'll just perish together with these beasts! The sword in my hand is not without its edge!"

Han Chen glanced at his close friend beside him with a complex gaze, directly ignoring his grand words.

In their current situation, it wasn't a matter of perishing together; it was clearly a mantis trying to stop a carriage. Forget fighting for their lives, they probably couldn't even manage to trade a life for an injury.

Looking back now, they should never have entered this Secret Realm from the beginning!

This was no treasure land hiding Opportunities; it was clearly a Yao Race nest where a trap had long been set.

A white-haired Elder beside them suddenly began to cough violently, his hunched body curling into a ball. He panted heavily, his fingers fumbling in his storage sleeve for a moment before taking out a Talisman shimmering with golden light, vaguely surrounded by flowing radiance.

"This item was gifted by the Personal Disciple of the Mystic Talisman Heavenly Venerable back then."

The Elder's voice was hoarse. "I had thought to use this Talisman to exchange for some saint-grade pills in the future. Now, it seems it can only be used today. This Talisman can tear through space and should be able to lead us away from this disaster."

Hearing this, Han Chen's eyes instantly lit up. "Elder Fu, no matter how good the pills are, one must be alive to use them!"

"I have some friendship with Elder Fang of the Medicine Hut. After we get out this time, let alone one saint-grade pill, even if it's three or five, I will say a few words for you to ensure you get what you wish for!"