No one dared to take a single step too quickly, staring intently at the faint ripples of magic in the air, terrified that one misstep would trigger a fatal hidden landmine.
However, in this forbidden zone of thunder and fire that made it nearly impossible for cultivators to move, an extremely out-of-place sight appeared.
Whoosh—
A dark figure dashed through the dense gaps of thunder and fire, moving so fast that it left behind a trail of afterimages, yet making absolutely no sound upon landing.
Beneath her black robe, Su Yueli was expressionless, even letting out a bored yawn.
She walked the path of the pure physical Longevity Martial Path, neither cultivating the immortal path nor undergoing heavenly tribulations.
By the standards of the cultivation world, she currently did not possess even the faintest trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. She was as clean as a mortal peasant girl who had just finished digging in the fields.
And the ancient detection mechanisms of this grand array, specifically designed to target cultivators, were completely useless against Su Yueli.
The array was blind; the restrictions were deaf.
As long as she didn't actively use the blood qi in her body to crash against the visible defensive traps, these ancient remnants of killing arrays would treat her as harmless air, allowing her to dance around the center of the battlefield like an invisible person.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Su Yueli strolled slowly through the massive broken stone pillars, looking exactly like a loiterer watching a disaster unfold.
In the center of the grand hall, the two factions had already fought to a bloody frenzy.
Atop a stone platform that served as the array core, crackling with rolling thunder, stood a top-grade flying sword, glowing with vibrant light and overflowing with spiritual energy.
The flying sword vibrated slightly, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth with every breath. It was clearly the core treasure of this sub-hall.
“Wei dogs! This Purple Lightning Sword was left behind by the predecessors of our Great Li! If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here, or today, every single one of you will die here!”
A Fifth Realm prodigy from a Great Li sect roared, clutching several high-grade talismans in his hand, his eyes locked onto the flying sword.
The blood-armored commander of the Great Wei Dynasty sneered with utter disdain. “Bullshit! The treasures of the world belong to those with merit. You've cultivated so much your brain has rotted away.”
“Brothers, form the array and slaughter these Great Li trash!”
While carefully dodging the thunder and fire that rained down at any moment, both sides took every opportunity to hurl cultivation-world trash talk at each other.
Magic treasures and flying swords clashed in midair as blood and severed limbs flew. The scene instantly dissolved into utter chaos.
Hiding behind a dark, jagged boulder, Su Yueli watched the show and smiled to herself.
These cultivation wage slaves were truly wonderful—working for meager pay while doing the most life-threatening work.
They cleared the landmines for her with brute force while suffering heavy casualties at the same time.
She was highly satisfied with the professionalism of this batch of antagonists.
However, watching the show was one thing, but securing the actual benefits was what truly mattered.
Su Yueli's cold eyes darted around, quickly locking onto two massive corpses lying at the edge of the stone platform.
They were the Seventh Realm tomb-guarding spirit beasts, the Thunder-Patterned Black Panthers.
At this moment, these two beasts had been blasted to pieces by the magic treasures of various factions. Their Seventh Realm demon souls and robust essence blood were instinctively dissipating into the world.
“Such a waste,” Su Yueli muttered under her breath.
To those cultivators, the flesh and blood of demon beasts of this rank could at most be traded for some spirit stones. But to a Ji Dao martial artist like her, it was pure, unadulterated nourishment for her physical body.
Veiled by the rain of thunder and fire and the black mist of cultivation spells, Su Yueli's figure blurred as she slid over to the panthers' corpses.
Her movements were incredibly practiced—practiced enough to make one feel a bit sympathetic.
Thrusting out both hands, which were covered in Ji Dao astral qi, she locked onto the panthers' hind legs. With a slight surge of strength, she dragged the two mountain-sized behemoths into the shadows of the nearby stone wall.
Before the corpses could even grow cold, the turmoil within Su Yueli's body began right on cue.
Between her fingers, the fist blade Xiaohei vibrated violently, as if saying, “Blood! Such rich Seventh Realm lightning-attribute essence blood!
“Let me drain them! Master, don't be biased. I must get the lion's share this time! Last time, the essence blood of those two smelly snakes was completely intercepted by that dead bald guy next door!”
Before Xiaohei could even finish complaining, the human-sized mutated Martial Soul clad in dark armor deep within Su Yueli's dantian also snapped its eyes open.
The little guy's eyes gleamed with a green light. It didn't even deign to communicate with words; instead, the Taotie black hole behind it instantly materialized.
An incredibly tyrannical devouring force instantly erupted in the shadows. It opened its mouth and took a savage, domineering gulp of the two Thunder-Patterned Black Panthers' remnant souls and core essence blood.
Xiaohei immediately grew anxious: “Master, look! It's stealing again! Does this dead bald guy even understand the concept of first come, first served?!”
Seeing that the weapon and the soul were about to fight inside her again over the uneven distribution of the spoils, Su Yueli's face darkened, and she stamped her right foot hard against the ground.
Her internal Ji Dao will transformed into a ten-thousand-pound sledgehammer, firmly locking down the flesh-and-blood essence she was currently refining, forcing the suction forces of both sides back by half a step.
“Both of you, quiet down!”
Su Yueli cursed furiously in her mind. “Whoever dares to snatch out of turn again will be sent back to the dantian to eat air! Xiaohei, the essence blood of the left one goes to you.
“Martial Soul, the remnant soul and core energy of the right one are yours. The remaining physical blood qi is staying with me to break through my realm!”
Under the absolute pressure of their host's will, the chaotic commotion inside her body finally quieted down.
Xiaohei grumbled as it began to drink blood frantically from the wounds, while the Martial Soul obediently retreated behind the black hole, nibbling on its designated portion.
In less than ten breaths, the two massive Seventh Realm tomb-guarding spirit beasts were completely reduced to a pile of dried bones in the shadows.
Su Yueli circulated her cultivation technique, absorbing all the remaining physical blood qi into her body. After slightly calming her somewhat restless, surging blood qi, she once again cast her cold gaze toward the center of the battlefield.
By now, the brutal slaughter in the center of the stone hall had finally drawn to a close.
The cultivators of the Great Li sects were nearly wiped out, leaving only a few mutilated corpses lying in the muddy water.
Squelch!
A piercing sound of crushing bone echoed.
The blood-armored commander of the Great Wei Dynasty had a ferocious expression as he crushed the head of a Great Li cultivator beneath his foot.
Covered in blood and panting heavily, he reached out and firmly grasped the top-grade flying sword, the Purple Lightning Sword, which was stabbed into the array core.
“Hahaha! This ancient divine weapon is mine—it belongs to Great Wei after all!”
The blood-armored commander laughed like a madman.
However, the moment he completely pulled the flying sword out of the stone platform, the entire Array Sub-Hall began to shake violently.
Crack... Rumble!
Accompanied by a deafening roar that sounded like the heavens splitting open, the thick black stone wall deep within the stone hall, which had been sealed for countless years, suddenly split open, revealing a massive, dark, and deep cavern.
An ancient death energy and pressure, a hundred times more terrifying than anything in this place, surged out of the dark cavern like a raging tide.
The secret passage to the core main hall had opened.
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