NOVPUBEven the others, the seven Nascent Soul Cultivators who were not adept to fighting, flew off each in various directions.
Watching them leave.
Xumi silently pondered, unusually speaking up. After giving instructions to some Golden Core Craftsmen, his body quickly turned into a streak of light, flying towards the sky above Fengyu Mountain.
Soon, he flew higher and higher until he could overlook most of the southern part of the West Sea Country, then he finally stopped.
The gale whistled harshly, cold enough to easily kill a Golden Core Craftsman.
He gently sat amidst countless gales.
Calm as always. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
In front of him, a faint Class IV sword quietly emerged.
The body of the sword was faintly marked with a tiny crack.
His face showed neither sorrow nor joy. His heart released, and his Spiritual Sense at this moment, fully covered the entire fifteen counties of the south.
Soon, he ’saw’ Yuan Genuine Teachings’ figure falling into a pitch-black sinkhole…
...
"Gurgle…"
"Guggle guggle…"
At the top of the altar, the blood in the cauldron boiled violently.
A faint deep glow emerged above the bronze cauldron.
"What’s that?!"
Xi Wushang, Ji Yuan, and the other three looked at the cauldron with firm eyes.
Ji Yuan slashed the cauldron with his knife, but the cauldron seemed to be wedged into the altar, unable to move a hair!
"It can’t be broken!"
Ji Yuan’s eyes flashed with surprise.
With this strike, even if it was a nascent soul cultivator, they had to be cautious, let alone a Golden Core. He did not expect it to be impenetrable.
The Foundation Establishment disciples who had just teamed up with Xi Wushang and others to kill the cultivators of Xituo Continent were indulging in the joy of defeating the enemy for the first time.
For instance, Liang Zhongkang, although he tried to keep a calm face, his joy was hard to hide.
He was the first among the Foundation Establishment disciples to actively attack the monks from Xituo Continent.
Remembering what martial Uncle Xi said before, a touch of joy arose in his heart.
"Nephews like Ruan Ziyin are probably still under the protection of their masters, while I dare to strike at Outer Continent craftsmen who are at the Golden Core stage… When I go back, they will certainly admit defeat!"
Not only Liang Zhongkang, but except for Tao Ruyi, Zhou Luye and few others who seemed rather disinterested, everyone from the Wanxiang Sect was extremely excited.
The royal female cultivator with an always cold face, Qin Lingxiao, also rarely revealed a touch of suppressed excitement.
"This trip is much more interesting than staying in Tianjing Prefecture!"
In the crowd, Wang Ba took note of everyone’s reactions and shook his head slightly then turned his gaze back to the cauldron on the altar.
In his hand, he quietly held on to the Wutu Pearl.
These cultivators from Tupi Continent saw that their Golden Core cultivator posed no threat to Xi Wushang and others, yet they willingly sacrificed their lives with confidence... this was already a clue.
There must be something extraordinary in this cauldron!
Were it before, Wang Ba would’ve left instantly.
But there are disciples of the Wanxiang Sect here...
After a slight hesitation, he quietly approached Thick Earth Peak’s disciple, Zhen Boen.
"Senior Uncle.
Seeing Wang Ba coming, Zhen Boen couldn’t help but smile.
"Boen, there’s something, follow me."
Wang Ba spoke calmly.
Zhen Boen was taken aback, but did not think too much and immediately said: "Yes, Senior Uncle."
The two people were flying outside the sinkhole,
when suddenly they heard Xi Wushang’s voice full of gravity:
"All disciples, leave now!"
The disciples were taken aback.
Liang Zhongkang couldn’t help but step forward and ask, "Uncle, is there something wrong with this altar? Can we help with something?"
Xi Wushang stared at the cauldron, but had no intention of replying to Liang Zhongkang. He repeatedly urged:
"Everyone, get out quickly!"
"Now!"
He quickly said to Ji Yuan, Mu Guishou, and Qin Fengyi:
"The three of you, something’s not right, directly report to Fengyu Mountain, let them handle it!"
Mu Guishou and others too sensed a sense of unease.
Cultivators always pay great attention to their spiritual sense, they unanimously agreed:
"Let’s do it this way!"
As they spoke, the four of them turned around and saw that some Foundation Establishment disciples were still hesitating and didn’t leave right away.
Xi Wushang quickly looked through the crowd but unexpectedly saw that Wang Ba and Zhen Boen had already flown to the edge of the sinkhole.
He was slightly surprised:
"The boy is quick to react."
He immediately urged the cultivators below: "Get moving!"
Just as he was speaking, he suddenly felt something and instantly looked at the cauldron.
Ji Yuan and Qin Fengyi also noticed something and their eyes involuntarily fell on the cauldron.
The blood was boiling and all of a sudden started to swirl.
The turning became faster and more violent.
At the center of the vortex, a vague black hole that cannot be seen through appeared…
The entire cauldron started to shake.
"Run!"
Ji Yuan shouted in anger.
The Foundation Establishment Disciples finally realized the seriousness of the matter and rushed to fly outside the sinkhole.
Wang Ba dared not delay even a little, unusually broke through once, leading the way, and was the first with Zhen Boen to fly out of the sinkhole.
At this moment,
The body of the cauldron shook with a loud rumble!
The head of a gigantic serpent, large enough for three people to embrace, opened its scarlet mouth, flicking its tongue, and with eyes as big as windows, violently thrust up from the cauldron!
