The treasures here were completely different from those on the Battlefield of the Gods.
Most of the spoils on the Battlefield of the Gods were spirit stones and high-grade materials.
Heavenly treasures were practically nonexistent. Too much time had passed, and the destructive force unleashed during battle had annihilated all such items.
But this place was different. Everywhere he looked, there were dazzling arrays of heavenly treasures.
The moment Xu Mu saw this, he had already decided on his path going forward: if any race dared provoke him, he would raid their home base first.
If he tried to acquire heavenly treasures on his own, who knew how long it would take? But the stockpiles of these major races had been accumulated over countless years.
That would save him a great many detours.
“I didn’t expect us to get in so easily. The formation here doesn’t seem all that powerful,” Chen Xuan said with a smile.
“That’s because you don’t understand how terrifying this formation is. It’s a unique formation. In other words, make even one wrong move, and it will determine that you aren’t the owner, instantly triggering an endless slaughter,” Tantai Quan explained. “I heard my father say that when they discovered this place back then, they lost an entire ninth-rank expert and several eighth-rank experts just trying to explore the formation.”
“What? Even a ninth-rank expert died here?” Chen Xuan asked in shock.
“Of course. Take the first step, for example—letting the sword stab into your body. The person chosen is random, and only after they perform a certain exclusive movement does the weapon become harmless one second later.”
Tantai Quan continued, “And those skeletons—you can only determine which one is the key by observing their movements. If you attack any other skeleton without permission, even once, the formation will judge you an intruder. They’ll grow stronger and stronger until they kill you.”
Only then did Xu Mu and Chen Xuan nod solemnly.
Just hearing about it made it sound incredibly difficult. They had to make it through without making a single mistake.
But for someone entering this place for the first time, who could guarantee that they would never slip up?
“Alright, let’s leave the spirit stones here. They take up too much space. We should take as many heavenly treasures as we can,” Tantai Quan said with a smile.
Xu Mu looked into the distance. There were more than a dozen divine herbs alone.
There were countless ninth-grade heavenly treasures, along with many premium materials.
The cultivation techniques here, however, were not particularly exceptional. Techniques did not take up much space, after all. Any powerful technique above the Heaven rank would certainly be carried on one’s person.
“I have a spatial formation that should be able to take away most of this place,” Xu Mu said to Tantai Quan. “We only made it here safely thanks to you. You can take fifty percent of the divine herbs and heavenly treasures. Old Chen and I will split the rest.”
Chen Xuan said nothing in objection. After all, they had originally come here to fight; these treasures were merely an unexpected bonus.
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Tantai Quan glanced at Xu Mu, then shook her head firmly. “Xu Mu, you underestimate me too much. You just saved my entire clan. I’d have no face to take that much. Let’s divide it three, three, and four—you take forty percent.”
“I agree,” Chen Xuan added. “Brother Mu, you deserve forty percent. Without your suggestion, we would never have considered breaking into this place.”
“Fine, then I won’t stand on ceremony. You two take whatever you need first.”
Xu Mu said to them.
Like Chen Xuan, Dantai Quan only took divine medicines and eighth- and ninth-grade heavenly treasures.
As for the remaining space in their storage rings, they filled it entirely with spirit stones.
“That’s enough. We’ll only take this much.”
Dantai Quan said.
Xu Mu opened his storage space and moved everything here into it.
Seeing entire swaths of spirit stones disappear, Chen Xuan and Dantai Quan were both stunned. So many things—almost all of them—had vanished.
“What is this? Is this your spatial formation?”
Dantai Quan covered her mouth in disbelief.
“That’s right.”
Xu Mu replied with a smile. “There are still some spirit stones left. Can I take this out?”
As he spoke, he retrieved Dantai Quan’s Range Rover from his storage space.
“Of course. The spirit stones that take up the same volume could probably buy who knows how many of those.”
Dantai Quan said to Xu Mu, “Burn it. The license plate and VIN could lead people back to my Mount Lu Mang. Better to keep a low profile.”
“I know.”
Xu Mu raised his hand and released a flame, melting the license plate first.
Then he drew his sword and stabbed through the fuel tank. Tossing in a spark, he set the vehicle ablaze.
After freeing up some space, Xu Mu moved away all the remaining spirit stones, leaving not a single one behind.
…
Meanwhile, outside the treasury, Hei Shen had already taken a healing pill. Every member of the council of elders had gathered there.
“Grand Elder, have you informed my father?”
Hei Shen looked toward the bearded old man beside him.
“I’ve already sent someone to notify him.”
The old man nodded.
“Good!”
Hei Shen stared at his severed arm and clenched his fist tightly. He swore inwardly that they would pay the price.
Buzz…
Suddenly, the formation flashed with light, and Xu Mu’s group emerged from within.
Seeing this, Hei Shen gave a disdainful smile. They had come out after only a little over ten minutes—clearly, the formation had stopped them.
“I didn’t expect you to make it out alive. You’re quite lucky. But this is as far as you go!”
Hei Shen shouted to the many elders around him, “Attack! Kill them!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
These Realm-Breaking elders all erupted with power and charged toward Xu Mu’s group.
Chen Xuan held a woodcutting blade in one hand and a bone dagger in the other. Grinning broadly, he said, “Now this is more like it! How else am I supposed to grow stronger without fighting?”
Without hesitation, he rushed forward.
Xu Mu and Dantai Quan unleashed their power as well.
The illusion formation’s storms came wave after wave. The buildings in this harem complex could not withstand the shockwaves of their battle, and all of them were blasted to pieces.
Several members of the flood dragon clan transformed into their true flood dragon forms, continuously firing beams of light from their mouths.
Boom! Boom!
Under the relentless bombardment, Chen Xuan and Dantai Quan were both sent flying.
“Damn! Those attacks pack a punch. I can’t block them!”
Chen Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Fall back!”
Xu Mu and the others fought as they retreated, withdrawing all the way into the palace.
But the moment they arrived, Xu Mu’s expression abruptly changed.
Because the formation there had activated.
Dantai Quan was somewhat flustered as well. “Xu Mu, these formations were added later. I don’t know anything about them.”
“Don’t worry!”
Xu Mu rapidly switched places with the others, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in front of Hei Shen.
His sword immediately stabbed into Hei Shen’s other shoulder. “Buddy, let me borrow you again. Let us leave, and I’ll let you go. I’ll even give you your phone back.”
Hei Shen took several heavy breaths. He hadn’t expected that even with all the elders joining forces, they still hadn’t managed to subdue them instantly.
He let out a roar. “This time is different! If I die, you’ll die too! Come on, then! Let’s hurt each other!”
“I’ll only count to three. One, two—”
“Stop! I’ll let you go!”
Hei Shen hurriedly shouted, then gave a dry chuckle. “Buddy, you’re really something. You didn’t fall for my bluff.”
How could his noble life possibly be compared with the worthless lives of these people?
“Eldest Young Master! We can’t let them go! If word gets out, where will our clan’s honor be?”
the Grand Elder with the long beard shouted angrily.
“Damn it! Are you trying to get me killed?”
Hei Shen roared.
“Our Flood Dragon Clan would rather die than submit! Attack!”
The Grand Elder bellowed at everyone around him.
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