Chapter 173: Chapter 173
Wait, what is this guy doing?
Everyone was waiting for the Saint’s Tomb to open, yet he was setting up a street stall, and why did he only want storage bags?
But soon, their attention was drawn to the medicinal pills in front of Adam, even his failed pills were far superior to ordinary ones.
"Brother, can this bottle of pills only be exchanged for storage bags?"
"That’s right, only storage bags! If you have idle ones on hand, I’ll buy them at a high price too!"
"Deal, brother, here you go!"
After the first successful trade, more and more people came to exchange with Adam, after all, it wasn’t easy to find a gullible person these days.
"Make way, make way! The one setting up the stall is my brother." Codin squeezed through the crowd and leaned in front of Adam.
"Wait, Brother Orin, didn’t you go in to read books? Why are you setting up a stall here?"
"I didn’t have enough storage bags, so I decided to collect some." Adam’s mouth twitched, this guy really acted overly familiar.
"But Brother Orin, you’ve already collected dozens. Is it still not enough? Don’t tell me you want to empty out the entire ancient tomb?" Codin asked in surprise.
Adam’s heart jumped slightly, and he cast a dark glance at Codin. It seems I can’t let this guy stick around.
"I’m planning to take them back as welfare for my sect’s disciples, so I need a larger quantity!" Adam found a passable excuse.
"So that’s how it is! Hehe, Brother Orin, we’re brothers, so you’ll definitely give me a better price, right? I won’t ask for much, just 100 low-grade spirit stones!" Codin pulled an incredibly tattered storage bag from his robes. It looked like it would explode in the next second.
Adam forced a smile and took the tattered storage bag. "Heh, Brother Orin, I knew you were a true friend... Holy crap! Don’t throw it!"
Codin flew into the air, chasing after his thrown storage bag.
Near the Saint’s Tomb, people from several major factions gathered together.
"Alright, the formation core arrangements are set. I hope everyone will work together to break the restriction first, as for the resources inside, we will distribute them later!" Aaron Solar, an elder of the Solar Ancient Clan, said in a deep voice.
"I have no objections!" A delicate, charming voice rang out. It came from a coquettish woman, Alice Bloom, an elder of the Bloom Ancient Clan.
Behind the two of them stood a Dao Child each, one male and one female, both with arrogant expressions.
Since the two strongest factions had spoken, the other factions could only agree.
"Hmm? What’s going on over there? Why are they all huddled together?" Alice’s crisp voice rang out curiously.
"I just asked, someone is buying storage bags at a high price, he’s already collected dozens!" The female Dao Child behind Alice spoke slowly, a look of mockery on her face.
"Outsiders truly have narrow vision. Instead of fighting for great opportunities, they run a business for petty gains, no wonder their strength is so pathetic!" The male Dao Child behind Aaron also sneered.
Although the factions from the Mysterious Yellow Great World felt dissatisfied, they didn’t dare voice complaints.
While their current peak combat power was about the same as the Ancient Clans’, that was only because the Ancient Clans had chosen to send experts of this specific level.
For the factions of the Mysterious Yellow Great World, this was their absolute limit, they were already the strongest combatants their respective forces had to offer.
If they angered these Ancient Clans, what awaited them would be endless disaster.
"Alright, ignore them. Let’s get ready to enter the tomb!"
Aaron cast a look of disgust at the crowd of cultivators.
The various factions nodded, they returned to their camps, gave out instructions, and flew into the sky.
One person stood at each of the eight cardinal directions.
Once everyone was in position, Aaron stood suspended above the center of the Saint’s Tomb and pulled out an Eight Trigrams Formation Disk from his robes, it radiated a mysterious Dao Rhyme.
Their movements naturally attracted the cultivators lingering on the periphery, hoping to pick up scraps, one by one, they left Adam’s stall.
With excited expressions, they looked up at the sky in anticipation.
"Is it finally starting? Is that Eight Trigrams Disk a Numinous Treasure? It looks fierce!"
"Look at your ignorant self, that’s an Eight Trigrams disk. It’s engraved with a supreme grand formation!"
"A formation? Are those mighty figures trying to break the restriction using a formation?"
Adam looked at the nine people in the sky, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
The Shackle-Breaking Eight Trigrams Formation.
It was indeed a formation designed to break restrictions, and it could indeed break the outer restriction left by the Book Saint.
But would the Book Saint make it that simple?
Through the outer restriction, Adam could faintly sense an earth-shattering grand formation hiding beneath it.
It’s just waiting for you all to break the door open.
As for whether it was dangerous, Adam couldn’t be certain.
Anyway, he wasn’t going inside, the massive collection of books on the outside was the true treasure.
He glanced at the mountain of storage bags inside his own storage bag, the quantity should be just about enough.
RUMBLE!
A deafening explosion!
The Shackle-Breaking Eight Trigrams Formation was activated.
A massive Eight Trigrams diagram instantly appeared beneath the feet of the nine people, pressing down to cover the Saint’s Tomb.
The Saint’s Tomb did not sit and wait for its demise, It emitted an azure-black light to resist the grand formation.
But it didn’t last long.
The azure-black light was instantly suppressed, and an invisible sound of shattering rang out, and the light completely vanished.
In that very instant, almost simultaneously, the nine people in the sky charged into the tomb.
"The restriction is broken! Everyone, charge!"
Someone yelled, and the cultivators on the periphery rushed toward the Saint’s Tomb like a tidal wave.
Adam was startled, are these people really this bold?
After the major factions went in, they had left guards at the entrance.
Were these independent cultivators actually going to force their way in? Weren’t they afraid the major factions would slaughter them?
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