442: The dust has settled

Honestly, just a moment ago, when Feng Chuan almost rushed out of Sacred Emperor Mountain.

Every player, including Li Changfeng, panicked.

They had no other means to pull Feng Chuan back into Sacred Emperor Mountain.

If he really managed to escape, there would be no peace from then on.

But...

At the critical moment, just as Feng Chuan had almost stepped out of Sacred Emperor Mountain.

For some unknown reason, Feng Chuan suddenly turned around and rushed toward the jade bone as if possessed.

He was so fast that Li Changfeng and the others didn't even react in time.

By the time they regained their senses, Feng Chuan was already deeply trapped within Sacred Emperor Mountain.

He even subconsciously summoned his Magic Treasure, which the Trial Grounds judged as using external force, subjecting him to even stronger gravity.

He was completely unable to turn the situation around.

"That was close, too close..."

Li Changfeng looked at Feng Chuan, the corners of his mouth curling into an exaggerated arc, his voice distorted by excitement and joy, his tone very strange.

But not a single player around him cast a surprised glance, because everyone was equally overjoyed, ignoring Li Changfeng's loss of composure.

"Can gravity really suppress Feng Chuan?"

Xiao Buyu still retained some vigilance and confirmed with Li Changfeng once more.

"Although it manifests as gravity, in essence, it is not gravity, but an all-encompassing suppression that can even suppress Innate Divine Power... I suspect this is an application of Domain power that only a second-rank Cultivator can master."

Li Changfeng caught his breath and said: "In any case, Feng Chuan cannot escape now."

Having said that, Li Changfeng looked toward Feng Chuan to observe his wretched state.

True Lord Feng Chuan was completely struck down by the heavy pressure, collapsing limply to the ground.

At first, he could still struggle, his fingers still moving, but soon there was no movement, and his entire body went still.

This indicated that his Physical Body had been completely suppressed and could no longer move.

As for the mountain-shaped Magic Treasure he had originally summoned, it did indeed help him share some of the pressure at first, but it quickly dimmed, shrank rapidly, and fell in the distance.

This indicated that Feng Chuan was no longer able to control the Magic Treasure; his Divine Thought had been suppressed.

This powerful enemy, who possessed Nascent Soul cultivation and an overwhelming advantage over the players, had inevitably met his defeat.

"Feng Chuan!"

Li Changfeng shouted from afar, his tone filled with excitement.

Falling into Feng Chuan's ears, it became mockery, causing anger to surge in his heart, yet he was powerless to do anything.

He could only lie on the ground and listen.

"Listen well, you are now completely trapped!

"Sacred Emperor Mountain is the Legacy grounds left behind by the ancestors of the Yao Race, and it is also the Trial Grounds; for thousands upon thousands of years, no one has ever been able to defy its rules.

"Even if you are a Nascent Soul, it won't work!

"So you are now unable to move, unable to break free; for the next hundred, a thousand years, until your Lifespan is exhausted, you can only be trapped here until you die!"

Upon hearing this, a sense of desolation could not help but rise in Feng Chuan's heart.

Having cultivated for a thousand years and finally achieved the status of Nascent Soul True Lord, only to end up in such a state, sorrow naturally welled up within him.

However, he still used his remaining strength to maintain his pride and transmitted his voice:

"What do you brats know about the Nascent Soul!

"Even if this True Lord dies here, my Divine Soul can remain immortal; in less than a hundred years, I can make a comeback!

"If you don't want to have no peace and be ambushed at your Respawn Point again, then release this True Lord as soon as possible, and this True Lord might still forgive you!"

Feng Chuan was indeed not lying.

Almost all Cultivators of the Immortal Foundation Dao Lineage, after achieving the Nascent Soul, the first thing they must do is prepare a backup plan for resurrection.

After all, the biggest difference between a Nascent Soul and a Golden Core is the difference in the Soul.

Golden Core Cultivators find it difficult to survive without their Physical Body and need to rely on means like a golden body statue to barely maintain existence, whereas a Nascent Soul can have its Divine Soul perform Soul Emergence, free and at ease; even if the Physical Body dies, the Divine Soul can still exist for a long time.

Feng Chuan was making threats at this moment, only hoping that the players would fear him and actually let him out.

But very quickly, he heard Li Changfeng's mocking words:

"Rebirth after death?

"Feng Chuan, why do you think we went through so much trouble to trap you in Sacred Emperor Mountain?

"Here, you cannot move, and you cannot use any means; other than voice transmission, you have almost become a useless person.

"You want to die?

"Impossible.

"You can only wait here in loneliness, waiting for your Lifespan to be exhausted."

Feng Chuan's expression twisted, becoming increasingly painful as he was constrained by the heavy pressure.

Li Changfeng's voice came again:

"Feng Chuan, hand over all the Legacy you possess, and we will let you out once we achieve the Nascent Soul.

"Otherwise, just wait here to be trapped for a thousand years until you die!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Chuan's expression became even more twisted; it was hard to tell if it was annoyance or frustration, and in the end, he only emitted a low sound that was like a roar:

"Brats!

"You are all too arrogant!

"Although I am trapped today, who knows what tomorrow will bring?

"When I break out of this seal, I will surely exterminate you all!"

Feng Chuan was nearing madness, his twisted face appearing ferocious under the heavy pressure.

Li Changfeng and the others were startled by these words, but immediately the corners of their mouths curled up, revealing mocking expressions.

"Give it a rest, just stay here and be slowly crushed.

"The Demon Race Outside the Wall has been probing for so many years, and they have long since confirmed the terror of this Trial Grounds.

"For over ten thousand years, so many great Yao have come in, and not one who ventured too deep was able to escape.

"In the end, they all become part of the nutrients for Sacred Emperor Mountain."

Li Changfeng smiled even more brightly: "Feng Chuan, if you are unwilling to cooperate, then savor the fear of being suppressed."

Feng Chuan remained annoyed, his expression ferocious and terrifying, wanting to roar, but then he returned to silence.

His eyes flickered.

'Heh, heh, heh...

'The players are not a monolith; someone will always come over, someone will always be willing to save me...

'When that time comes, when that time comes...'

Feng Chuan sneered repeatedly.

His long Lifespan allowed him to view issues from a very distant perspective.

After the initial panic, Feng Chuan actually calmed down and was no longer panicked.

Although he was suppressed now, his Qi had not been completely extinguished; he could still transmit his voice and could still use some minor means to a limited extent.

As long as someone came close, he naturally had thousands of ways to escape.

No need to rush.

...

"We must go to the Qingling Sect as soon as possible!"

Li Changfeng turned to look at Xiao Buyu and the others, his expression serious.

"After all, Feng Chuan is a Nascent Soul True Lord with extraordinary means.

"Although the Yao Race says that Sacred Emperor Mountain is powerful and can trap a True Lord, who can guarantee it?

"After all, it is such an ancient Trial Grounds; what if something goes wrong?

"We must be quick and treat this as a time-limited quest."

Xiao Buyu also nodded and said: "Correct, Feng Chuan could break the seal at any time; we must resolve the Qingling Sect as soon as possible and seize the Legacy within!"

After saying this, the group said nothing more and flew directly toward the south, with some Yao Race even following them.

When they had flown a thousand miles away, they merged with another group of players.

They saw the Qingling Sect's Formation Master, Xiao Lingfeng, tied up hand and foot by a golden rope, unable to move.

When Xiao Buyu saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A captured Formation Great Master!