In front of Qinchuan stood a gray-brown stele, its surface smooth and exuding an ancient simplicity with no inscriptions, yet it carried an everlasting sense of antiquity.
Behind the stele lay a boundless sea of clouds. Qinchuan’s eyes burst with blazing light, attempting to pierce through the sea of clouds, but all that met his gaze was chaos, reminiscent of the world at dawn, untainted by karma, and not stirred by mortal desires.
Continuous blood flowed from the base of the stele, spreading in all directions and staining the entire mountain red.
"No wonder, the crimson water in the Demon Pool at the foot of the mountain... The pool must be connected to this place!"
"Could it be that something terrifying is suppressed under this Demon Peak!?"
Qinchuan’s expression grew solemn as he pondered the likelihood, throughout an entire Era, the bloodstains on the Demon Peak had not dried and blood was still flowing. There was no other explanation except for the terrifying beings suppressed here since Ancient Times.
"Who knows what terrifying existence is suppressed beneath this Demon Peak, sealed by a small world for tens of billions of years, yet still able to maintain such a fierce life force, with fresh blood flowing incessantly."
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"Qinchuan, hand over the Spiritual Treasure."
Not far away, a Dao Palace Realm Cultivator from Netherworld Hall, wielding a longsword, glared at Qinchuan with a solemn gaze, eyeing the jade box in his hand, and shouted angrily.
It was he who had secretly launched a Sword Qi ambush at Qinchuan.
When everyone stepped into this world, they lost contact with one another, and now as the mists dissipated, they were just beginning to regain their senses, and everyone’s figures emerged.
At that moment, they suddenly heard this fierce shout.
"What, the Spiritual Treasure is with Qinchuan!"
Everyone’s gaze turned in unison.
"Kill this child, snatch the Spiritual Treasure from his hands!"
The Netherworld Saintess was not far from Qinchuan; seeing him obtaining the Spiritual Treasure first, she was filled with rage and gave a chilling command.
"Kill Qinchuan and take the Spiritual Treasure!" everyone shouted in unison.
At this moment, the Netherworld Saintess also made her move, swiftly advancing toward Qinchuan.
But, at this critical moment, the Pixiu once again fell into a state of slaughter and madness, spitting out divine brilliance and launching an attack on the Netherworld Saintess.
Those who initiated the encirclement on Qinchuan were not only the disciples of Netherworld Hall but also the talented disciples of other Sects.
Qinchuan noticed that among those besieging him were Zixiao Sword Sect’s Xiao Fengyu and individuals like the Holy Maiden Ye Ruyu from the Ten Supreme Sacred Lands.
Ironically, Xiao Changfeng, who initially had a feud with Qinchuan, was watching from a distance and did not participate.
"Xiao Fengyu, Dun Kong, Ye Ruyu, are you also going to strike at me?" Qinchuan, holding the Spring and Autumn Brush and standing on the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone, emitted a Great Emperor’s aura continuously, with Dao Law Patterns weaving through.
His hair flying wildly and his robes billowing, he exuded a fierce aura, "Do you really think that by snatching the Spiritual Treasure you can escape the siege of Netherworld Hall?"
Xiao Fengyu fell silent, clearly understanding that Qinchuan spoke the truth. Even if they took the Spiritual Treasure, given the current situation, it was doubtful they could escape the clutches of the myriad disciples from Netherworld Hall.
However, they had entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb with the objective of obtaining this Spiritual Treasure, and now that the treasure was within reach, how could they willingly give up?
Dun Kong, a disciple of Tianchan Sect, brought his hands together and conjured a golden Dharma light in his palm, pressing it towards the top of Qinchuan’s head: "Amitabha, Qinchuan benefactor, the Spiritual Treasure has appeared, and those who see it are destined."
Seeing their demeanor, how could Qinchuan not understand, "Hmph, treasures tempt the heart, but one must have life to enjoy them."
"Suppress!"
Qinchuan’s aura surged like a rainbow, his eyes ablaze with light. Golden Fist Shadows condensed, resembling a burning Divine Fire, brilliant and blinding, beyond imagination in power.
The mountain shook violently, beams of light soared, dazzling Divine Skills were unleashed, causing the space around them to collapse, and the earth to tremble violently.
"Snap!"
Qinchuan’s aura was luxuriant as he struck out with another palm, creating a dazzling handprint in the void. The golden palm covered the sky oppressively, instantly sweeping away numerous divine skills.
Countless cultivators were blown away by Qinchuan’s full-powered strike, plummeting down the boundless peaks.
Qinchuan moved unimpeded through the Eight Desolates, his presence as majestic as a Descended Heavenly God, swept aside numerous Dao Palace powerhouses. With every rise and fall, Dao Magic danced in the air, causing Dao Palace powerhouses to fall.
The Dao Palace’s strong were astonished, realizing that it was impossible to overwhelm Qinchuan with numbers alone.
Although they had already witnessed the great battle between Qinchuan and the Netherworld Saintess, people did not believe that Qinchuan could withstand so many from the Dao Palace Realm on his own.
But the reality was that Qinchuan was indeed more than a match for them.
"If this lad is already this terrifying, just how fearsome would the Netherworld Saintess and Pixiu be?"
At this moment, a thought surfaced in everyone’s minds.
"No, although this lad is currently no match for the Netherworld Saintess, she has already forcibly broken through to the Dao Palace Realm."
"The difference between the Dao Palace Realm and the Spirit Martial Realm might only be one level, but it’s like the gap between martial artists and cultivators, a difference as vast as the clouds and the mud. At the same realm, the Netherworld Saintess is far from being his match."
It was then that people remembered Qinchuan was still merely a martial artist of the Nine Layers of the Spirit Martial Realm.
With the talent to sweep hundreds of Dao Palace realm alone, if allowed to grow, he had the potential to stand proudly over the entire Divine Wilderness.
At this moment, all ceased their attacks, no one daring to advance, their eyes full of horror, their hearts already churning like stormy seas.
The Netherworld Saintess saw Qinchuan growing ever more valiant in battle, as countless geniuses failed to take him down, she moved toward Qinchuan while dragging the Pixiu along.
Indeed, as the Pixiu got near Qinchuan, it suddenly caught sight of the Jade Box in his arms.
Upon seeing the Jade Box, the Pixiu regained a trace of its sanity, immediately abandoning its tussle with the Netherworld Saintess. It spat out a dazzling Divine Rainbow from its mouth, and turned to pounce toward Qinchuan with a howl.
"Supress!"
"Roar!"
At this moment, the Netherworld Saintess and the Pixiu, both beast and woman, attacked simultaneously, reaching out toward the Jade Box in Qinchuan’s arms to snatch it away.
Qinchuan tried to put the Jade Box into the Black Lotus Space, but he discovered that a trace of Dao intent seemed to overflow from this world, blocking the Jade Box from entering the Storage Space.
Qinchuan surged forward again, wielding the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone, sweeping across the sky.
"Boom!"
It was like a Tian Lei exploding, causing mountains to sway, with gold and black energies raging wildly, surging around like tidal waves.
Striking together, the Pixiu and the Netherworld Saintess unleashed a force so powerful, Qinchuan felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.
Taking advantage of this mighty force, he turned into an arc, leaping toward the base of the mountain.
"This kid is trying to escape!"
Seeing Qinchuan’s movement, everyone quickly understood.
The Netherworld Saintess also shouted fiercely, "Stop him quickly!"
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The Netherworld Saintess and the Pixiu crossed through the void simultaneously, their forms dazzling as they chased in the direction Qinchuan had fled.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
At the foot of the mountain, a monstrous divine radiance suddenly burst forth.
That divine radiance, carrying a hint of divine presence, shot into the sky, brilliant and blinding, locking onto Qinchuan who was escaping through the void, hurling toward him.
"What!?"