207: Guangyuan Shengzu

A long time passed.

The main hall returned to tranquility.

A several-hundred-zhang-long white bone Dragon corpse lay quietly on the ground, its eye sockets, large as mountain caves, no longer held corpse fire, and its bones were scattered everywhere.

"That beast, it almost ruined this old Daoist's Chi Li Sword Plate."

Ling Xuzi's wrinkled old face was twisted in a knot as he caressed the dimmed blue sword plate, his heart aching.

This plate nurtured twelve Spirit Treasure Flying Swords, and having been warmed within his body for several hundred years, its power was truly formidable.

Now, its spirituality was greatly damaged, causing him immense heartache.

Beside him, Gu Changsheng was playing with a small Bagua Formation Plate.

Inside, the Formation patterns were dense and incredibly intricate.

With his attainments in the Dao of Formations, even a glance made him feel dizzy, unable to discern its intricacies, let alone replicate one.

'To create this Formation Plate, one would need to be a Great Grandmaster proficient in the Dao of Formations.

Moreover, inscribing so many Formation patterns would consume an immense amount of magical power.

To inscribe such a delicate Formation Plate in one go would require even more magical power than a Profound Cave Late Stage cultivator... Could this Formation Plate be the work of a Yang Spirit Realm mighty figure...'

'Careful study of it could yield some benefits...'

Putting away the Formation Plate, Gu Changsheng looked up at the ten-li mural on the hall's wall.

Unlike the content of the previous murals.

This one depicted Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor's exploits across the Holy Realm, expanding territory after his racial transformation.

His towering body stood between heaven and earth, his six arms seemingly propping up the firmament.

Beneath his throne, countless subjects prostrated themselves in worship.

'It seems the murals in the other side halls should also depict Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor's experiences in the Holy Realm...'

Whoosh—

Gu Changsheng stopped, clenching his right hand, a powerful force erupting as he slammed it against the mural in front of him.

Crack... snap.

Accompanied by crisp cracking sounds, the ten-li mural burst into thousands of cracks, the ground trembled, and the entire hall gradually collapsed.

"Go!"

The two rushed out.

Before long, the five gathered at the entrance of the main hall.

"Fellow Daoist Li has excellent methods; his speed in breaking Formations is truly unmatched, he must have found many good things..."

Tuoba Hai spoke with intent.

Hearing this, the others all looked over.

Especially Yan Mo, his face was unsightly, lost in thought.

Gu Changsheng smiled faintly: "How can I compare to Fellow Daoist Tuoba?

Although you entered the hall last, your speed was no less than mine.

I merely assisted Senior Brother Ling Xuzi in barely breaking one Restriction palace, while Fellow Daoist broke three in a row.

In terms of gains, Fellow Daoist should be first."

If not for Tuoba Hai's intervention, Yan Mo and Pure Burning Demoness would still be fumbling with the Restrictions.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quite stagnant.

It was Ling Xuzi who stepped forward to mediate: "Everyone, these are just a few side halls.

The main hall is right before us.

Nine times out of ten, Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor's lifelong treasures are all inside.

Perhaps, even True Devil Qi..."

These words finally calmed the suspicions among them.

At this moment, the Formation power that had sealed the Void Realm disappeared, and the majestic golden gate, a hundred zhang high, glowed with a golden sheen, as if dusted with gold powder.

"This is it..."

Tuoba Hai murmured.

Beside him, Yan Mo and the others' eyes gleamed.

The gains from the side halls were already satisfying.

The treasures in the main hall could only be more, not less.

Creak—

The heavy, thick gate slowly opened to both sides.

A strong scent of decay and the passage of time assailed them.

Looking into the depths of the hall, it was pitch black.

The group cautiously stepped into the hall, and blood-red light rose around the hall, exuding an unspeakable strangeness.

On the throne in the very center, a majestic, tall man with closed eyes sat, as if he were the center of the entire world.

He had a face like jade, handsome, but strangely, he had six arms on his sides.

"This is... Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor..."

Pure Burning Demoness exclaimed.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes opened, and a powerful aura surged.

He's awake!

"Who dares to trespass into this humble one's Immortal Cave!"

The majestic man on the throne slowly spoke, his voice like rolling thunder.

Whoosh—

A foul wind swept past, and six arms, as if cast from refined iron, clenched into fists, instantly appearing before everyone, swinging like the wind, smashing Yan Mo's chest.

A tattered body flew hundreds of miles away like a broken sack.

Yan Mo... perished.

"Not good, this old monster isn't dead..."

"Run..."

The group frantically rushed out of the hall.

Behind them, countless secret technique flames were unleashed, striking Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor's awakened body, but leaving no trace.

At this moment, it had completely devolved into a race for survival.

"Damn it... no..."

Gu Changsheng's feet generated a Escape Light, and looking back, Pure Burning Demoness was captured by Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor, held high above his head, and his six refined iron arms suddenly exerted force.

Crack—

Her body was torn in half, and foul-smelling internal organs fell.

At this moment, a cold voice reached Gu Changsheng's ear.

"Junior Brother, I'm sorry..."

Clang—

Several sword beams swept over, piercing towards Gu Changsheng's vital points.

Looking ahead, he met Ling Xuzi's sinister gaze.

'The same old trick, using me as a shield, huh...'

Gu Changsheng's lips curled into a slight arc, and his body merged into the Void Realm, suddenly disappearing into the Void Realm.

Void Walker.

The sharp sword beams shattered the afterimage Gu Changsheng left behind.

He... disappeared?

In an instant, Ling Xuzi's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, and fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead as he forcefully erected his protective sword light.

Sword Cultivators, with high attack and low defense, dreaded close combat the most.

He remembered that Gu Changsheng had once killed Daoist Devourer of Souls with a single claw.

Gu Changsheng suddenly appeared behind Ling Xuzi, a purple light shooting from his eyes.

Wisdom Sword Technique!

Dream Domain!

The two secret techniques were unleashed simultaneously, sweeping over.

In an instant, Ling Xuzi froze for a moment.

Bang—

A bronze-colored sharp claw pierced through the protective sword light, extending from his back, precisely digging out a pounding sword heart.

"Senior Brother, next life, open your eyes wider."

"You..."

Ling Xuzi spat out blood, his aura plummeting.

Thump thump—

Gu Changsheng held the pounding sword heart.

The originally crystal-clear sword heart was now stained with Devilish Qi, becoming as black as ink, emitting an ominous aura.

"What a pity for a righteous sword heart..."

Pfft!

His fingertips exerted force, and the heart exploded, foul-smelling blood splattering across the Void Realm.

Whoosh—

A baby no bigger than a finger appeared above Ling Xuzi's head, dragging a small Storage Pouch, its face full of terror.

A Escape Light appeared under its feet, and it streaked towards the horizon.

Gu Changsheng's eyes sharpened, and his claw light tore through half of the Void Realm.

"Junior Brother, spare me..."

Ling Xuzi pleaded mournfully.

However, the claw light poured down, the Nascent Soul was cut in half, Origin Qi wildly leaked out, and a Storage Pouch fell from the Void Realm, landing steadily in Gu Changsheng's palm.

Looking back, he had now escaped the encirclement of the main hall's Formation, and Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor was standing impatiently at the steps of the main hall.

Gu Changsheng's brows furrowed slightly.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind pierced through the Void Realm.

An arm covered in green scales smashed down.

Bang—

Gu Changsheng crossed his arms, blocking in front of him, only to feel a huge force on his arm, and his body plummeted deep into the Immortal Cave, creating a deep pit several tens of zhang deep in the ground.

"Such powerful Body Refining cultivation..."

Gu Changsheng leaped out of the pit, his gaze falling on his arm, which was limp and actually broken.

Since achieving success in Body Refining, he had not suffered a loss in Body Refining for a long time.

His gaze turned to the towering figure in the Void Realm, a hint of dread appearing in his eyes.

At this moment, Tuoba Hai's black robe had flown off, and six arms extended from his sides, fangs bared, his appearance identical to Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor in the main hall.

His aura was no longer concealed.

He was actually a Profound Cave Late Stage cultivator.

In an instant, Gu Changsheng's heart trembled violently.

Coincidence, or...