Not a single Saint-level Array Master was present, leaving no one capable of dismantling the formation from a professional perspective. The only option was to resort to the simplest, most brutal, and most primitive method.
Countless attacks rained down continuously for days, until the Saint-level defensive array finally became tattered and worn. The protective shield, covered in golden patterns, cracked like a spiderweb, as if it would shatter completely any moment now.
“Everyone, give it all you’ve got! We’re so close to breaking the formation!”
“Little treasure! Hurry and emerge! I can’t wait to take you away!”
The cultivators’ faces lit up with wild joy, their attacks growing even fiercer, as if one strike could smash through this turtle shell.
Nangong Wan and Su Muxue exchanged a glance, slightly easing their force before stepping back two paces.
Su Muxue furrowed her brows. “I have a bad feeling about this. The thunderstorm is still intensifying. Wan’er, you feel it too, right?”
Nangong Wan nodded. “The power of this heavenly tribulation is threatening even me. Its strength has probably reached the peak of the Saint realm, faintly comparable to an attack from a Saint King-level expert.”
“What kind of treasure could be inside to brew such a terrifying thunder tribulation?”
“Maybe there’s no treasure at all. Perhaps some dreadful creature is about to be born.”
Nangong Wan speculated, “It could be an ancient beast sealed here long ago. What exactly it is, we’ll know once the formation breaks.”
“To be safe, let’s keep our distance. If there really is some ancient ferocious beast, let these guys take the front line while we wait for the right moment.”
“Agreed.”
Boom—
A thunderous explosion shattered the Saint-level formation, said to have been left behind since ancient times. Several formation flags turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.
“It’s finally broken!”
The cultivators’ faces brimmed with excitement as they prepared to move forward and investigate.
But in the next instant, a brand-new Saint-level formation materialized out of thin air, enveloping hundreds of cultivators within its bounds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The formation activated, causing the air within a hundred-mile radius to surge in temperature. The very atmosphere twisted under the scorching heat as terrifying flames erupted from the array.
“Hsshh—!!!”
Heaven and Earth’s wondrous fire transformed into countless massive fire dragons, each over a hundred zhang in length, roaring menacingly. Without hesitation, these fiery dragons launched a fierce assault on the cultivators who had just crossed into the second formation.
Wherever the dragons passed, space itself was scorched and warped beyond recognition.
“Ahhh!!!”
“What the hell is that thing?!”
“Incredible flames! Everyone be careful, this is Heaven and Earth’s wondrous fire—its power is terrifying, and the temperature extremely high!”
The warning sounded just as dozens of lower-level cultivators fell dead on the spot, their bodies and souls completely incinerated without a trace of resistance.
“Damn! This is a Saint-level formation! There’s even a second formation, and it’s formed with Heaven and Earth’s wondrous fire. Fellow Daoists, unlike the defensive array earlier, this is an offensive formation!”
“Do you even need to say that?! Hurry up and figure out how to deal with this formation! This is the Heavenly Fiery Flame—just the protective formation alone contains such a precious treasure. Imagine what kind of divine artifact lies within!”
“I don’t want any treasure anymore! Right now, all I want is to survive! How the hell do we get out of here?!”
Except for a few cultivators with decent strength who could barely keep their composure, many weaker cultivators were already running wildly, chased by the fire dragons.
“So it really isn’t that simple!”
Su Muxue leaned against Nangong Wan’s side, feeling the rising temperature around them. Her expression grew serious. At this level of formation, if she were trapped alone inside, her chances of survival would be slim.
Nangong Wan’s Saint Yuan power rippled slowly, causing the space around them to blur and distort. The fiery dragons within the formation seemed unable to detect the two of them and, astonishingly, did not launch any attacks.
“A Saint-level defensive formation and a Saint-level offensive formation. I wonder if there’s anything else. We should still be cautious,” Nangong Wan said, her vigilance heightened.
In such a desolate place, the appearance of such a grand celestial phenomenon, protected by two Saint-level formations, only deepened her curiosity. What kind of treasure could warrant such an imposing setup?
“Help! I don’t want to die! I came here seeking opportunity, not to be a corpse! Let me out!”
Some cultivators, unable to withstand the fire dragons’ assault, desperately tried to flee, hoping to escape the formation’s range.
But once you’re inside, how could it be so easy to get out? Countless fire dragons swarmed, melting their victims with a single bite, slaughtering those attempting to flee as effortlessly as killing chicks.
Several Saint-level cultivators, along with the hidden Yin Gu Old Man, seemed to sense that something was amiss.
“Fellow Daoists, no need to hide anything now. Since we’ve come this far, why not join forces?” a Saint Realm cultivator took the lead and spoke up.
Only Saint Realm cultivators could resist the formation’s attacks, and only they had a chance to break it.
“It’s just a Saint-level formation. All of you here have cultivated to the Saint Realm; surely you’re not ordinary. Are we really going to be trapped by this formation?”
“Just a mere formation. The treasures inside are for those with fate to claim. But as for the Heavenly Fiery Flame within, I’ll gladly take it.”
A gaunt figure of a Saint-level elder suddenly appeared. In his hand was a rune-covered cloth pouch. He inhaled deeply toward one of the fire dragons soaring in the air, unleashing a terrifying gravitational force. One by one, the fierce fire dragons were drawn into that seemingly ordinary pouch.
“That’s the Yin Gu Old Man, a lone cultivator who’s been hiding in the shadows all this time! His treasure is incredible—he can actually subdue the Heavenly Fiery Flame!”
“It must be a Saint artifact. As a quasi-Saint-level alchemist, if he can refine this Fiery Flame, he might have a chance to break through to a full Saint-level alchemist!”
“No matter what, this formation should be considered broken now, right?”
Yin Gu Old Man patted the pouch, his eyes full of satisfaction.
Even if he couldn’t get the ultimate treasure inside, possessing this Fiery Flame alone made the trip worthwhile.
Boom! Boom!
“Gasp—!!!”
In the next instant, the great formation trembled, and countless fiery dragons reappeared, causing the temperature in the air to surge once again.
“This… this is… another miraculous flame!?”
“There’s a second miraculous flame? How is that even possible!?”
A completely different aura of fire instantly engulfed everyone.
This time, the formation operated at full power. Beyond the enormous fiery dragons, piercing phoenix cries rang out sharply. The fire dragons and fire phoenixes roared, launching even more ferocious attacks.
“No, this isn’t right! These are two Heavenly Miraculous Flames!”
“Good heavens, what kind of formation is this, sustaining itself with three miraculous flames?!”
“So what kind of treasure could be hidden at the very core? Are we truly worthy of it?”
“I’m done with this! You all can fight over it—I'm out of here!”
One cultivator, standing at the peak of his Tribulation, sensed something amiss. Continuing any further might bring unknown dangers, and this opportunity for fortune was clearly not meant for him.
Without hesitation, he expended his vital energy to perform a refined escape technique, breaking through space and vanishing from the spot.
“If you don’t want to die waiting around, you’d better run now. Such an opportunity is far beyond our cultivation level.”
Before fleeing, he kindly left behind this warning.
It was precisely this warning that prevented the greedy cultivators from being completely wiped out.
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