With one person fleeing, many cultivators quickly came to their senses—this was not a stroke of luck they could meddle in. They had to escape immediately.
“Brothers! Run now—this isn’t a spectacle we can afford to watch!”
“You call me brother, so what’s there to say? Just run and be done with it!”
A good number of cultivators decisively chose to flee.
But escaping from a saint-level formation required everyone to rely on their own abilities.
Most of those gathered here were evil cultivators and demonic practitioners from the Demon Prefecture, with only a few hailing from other regions. Whatever their combat prowess, they were at least skilled in escape techniques.
Each displayed their unique talents, unleashing all manner of miraculous escape arts.
Taking advantage of the saint-level experts dealing with the flaming dragons and fire phoenixes conjured by the strange flames, quite a few cultivators managed to break free and leave the formation behind.
“Hahahaha! Heaven refuses to let me die! I didn’t snag a thing, but this old master is still standing strong!”
“Let those reckless fools fight over it—I wonder how many will perish here in the end.”
“A fortune like this is rarely seen in a thousand years. What a pity—I can only curse my lack of strength.”
Among those who escaped, some were overjoyed, others disheartened. They wanted both to survive and to claim the treasure, but such things never come together.
Inside the formation, aside from the dead and those who had fled, only a few dozen cultivators remained. Most were at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, with only a handful of saint-level experts. These were the ones willing to test their luck and fight for the prize.
“There are still two strands of strange fire left, fellow daoists! Whoever wants them had better act fast!”
A saint-level cultivator called out, hoping to goad others into dealing with the formation.
The Tribulation Transcendence cultivators could only scurry about, afraid to clash head-on with strange fire that matched the power of a saint-level attack. They had to wait for the other saint-level experts to make a move.
“Hmph, this old man’s appetite isn’t that big. I’ll leave the remaining two strands of strange fire to you fellow daoists.”
Yin Gu Old Man gave a light snort and refrained from acting further.
With this level of power in the strange fire, his cloth sack could at most subdue a single strand. If he tried to take all three at once, his saint artifact might be destroyed—that would be playing with fire and getting burned.
“Well…”
The several saint-level cultivators exchanged glances. They had originally hoped Yin Gu Old Man would make a move, but it now seemed he could only handle one strand of the strange fire at most.
Strange fire of this caliber was extremely troublesome even for saint-level cultivators. Dealing with it would take considerable effort, and more importantly, it would expose their techniques and drain their reserves.
If they exhausted themselves here before even seeing the ultimate treasure, it would hardly be worth it and would put them at a disadvantage for competing later on.
Seeing that no one made a move, Nangong Wan and Su Muxue’s figures slowly emerged from a stretch of distorted space.
“Since none of you fancy these two strands of strange fire, I’ll take them off your hands, little lady.”
Nangong Wan gently waved the long sword in her hand, and in an instant, the entire space was filled with dense, semi-transparent sword energies. Countless sword energies wove into several spatial nets, forming cages that trapped the wildly flying fire dragons and fire phoenixes.
“Collect!”
The several sword-energy nets, brimming with spatial power, gradually shrank. The giant dragons and phoenixes reverted to their original forms as strange fire, ramming into the spatial nets but unable to break free.
Having subdued the two strands of strange fire, a smile spread across Nangong Wan’s face. “Senior Brother is an alchemist; these two strands of strange fire can be a gift for him.”
"Heh, he’s really got himself a good junior sister. When the time comes, you’ll have to make him repay you properly," Su Muxue teased quietly at the side.
"A formidable technique, friend! Who would have thought you could subdue two strange flames so easily? Might we ask your esteemed name?"
The several Saint realm cultivators were slightly awed by Nangong Wan’s skill.
"Just a wandering cultivator. There’s no need to mention it."
Nangong Wan and Su Muxue had disguised themselves, so no one present recognized who they were.
Given their aloof demeanor, the Saint realm cultivators didn’t press further. "Regardless, we thank you for your help, friend."
"Since the strange flames have been subdued, this formation should have lost its offensive power. This trial can be considered broken, yes?"
"The formation is shattered. Now, let’s see what kind of treasure was protected by two Saint-level formations—it’s time to feast our eyes!"
With the second Saint-level formation destroyed, many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, their tones growing excited. At last, the clouds had parted, revealing the sun!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
But their joy was short-lived. The ground beneath them shook violently, and a curtain of green light descended from the ink-black sky, trapping every cultivator who hadn’t fled.
It all happened in a flash.
"What is this now?!"
"No good! My cultivation! My saintly essence is dissipating!"
"This... could this be the ancient Saint-class slaughter formation, the Spirit-Sealing Absolute Kill Formation?!"
A top-tier formation master’s voice trembled slightly, his pupils shrinking in terror. The next second, he transformed into a streak of light, hurtling wildly into the distance.
"Once this formation is complete, no one below the Saint realm can escape! Even Saint realm cultivators trapped here will become lambs for the slaughter!"
At these words, panic erupted. Everyone scrambled to flee.
However, the Spirit-Sealing Absolute Kill Formation wasn’t just lethal—its true terror lay in sealing spiritual power.
The moment the light curtain fell, this space was instantly cut off from the outside world. The cultivators’ spiritual energy and saintly essence would be gradually locked away and dissolved over time, leaving them as ordinary mortals.
"It’s over! There’s no way out!"
"Everyone, don’t panic! The formation’s killing strike won’t activate until all our spiritual energy is drained. If we can break this formation before then, we still have a chance to survive!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than a blinding light blazed within the formation, stabbing into everyone’s eyes.
A talisman radiating a sense of utter destruction hovered above their heads, like a sword of death hanging over their hearts, sending a chill up the spines of every cultivator.
"This... this is a Saint-level talisman?!"
WHOOSH!
In the next instant, nine more Saint-level talismans appeared, towering above them, their aura of annihilation drowning the crowd in absolute despair.
Even the Saint realm cultivators felt an icy shiver crawl down their backs, piercing to the bone.
"What kind of place is this?! What in the world have we stumbled into?!"
In the face of death, even Saint realm cultivators began to know fear.
They were merely seekers of the Great Dao, those who pursued immortality—just beings stronger than ordinary people. They had not yet become gods or ancestors, eternal and indestructible. They still possessed the normal human fears and dread.
"Wan'er, what do we do?"
Su Muxue turned to Nangong Wan, her expression growing grim. At this rate, it seemed they were all destined for slaughter.
Nangong Wan narrowed her eyes, staring at the cyan light barrier as she spoke, "The space here has been sealed. Even a Saint realm expert who can pierce through the void would be unable to break out."
"It seems the first two formations were merely warnings, while this final measure is the true killing move."
"Sister Muxue, hold on tight to me. This place might not hold a fortuitous opportunity, but rather seal some fearsome entity. Let's retreat first."
For an ordinary Saint realm expert, they might indeed be trapped and killed within this formation. But she was Nangong Wan—bearing a celestial bone and an Emperor realm legacy, proficient in spatial arts. A mere formation could not trap her.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
