Chapter 832: Altar

A moment later, the green small tripod shone brilliantly in the Nascent Soul fire, emitting a scorching aura. The entire secret chamber began to roll with heat waves, and the temperature rose sharply.

A trace of cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he raised his hand, striking a magic art onto the small tripod.

With a light "pfft" sound, a streak of green light shot into the sky. It was the tripod lid flying out on its own, circling once before hovering motionless above the small tripod.

Seeing this, Han Li pointed lightly at the ground in front of him, and the lid of a square jade box flew off without a sound, revealing a pitch-black, tuber-like object inside, a few inches in size and somewhat flat and round.

Han Li gazed at this object for a moment, then reached out and beckoned into the void. Suddenly, the tuber-like object flew out of the jade box and stopped a foot above the ground.

Han Li flicked his finger indifferently, and a green light flashed past. One-fifth of the tuber fell off without a sound.

He flicked his sleeve, and green glow shot out from his sleeve, rolling up the fallen part and throwing it into the small tripod.

Then he struck another magic art onto the tuber, and it fell back into the jade box.

Then Han Li ignored this object and cast a spell to open another long wooden box, revealing a section of lush, verdant, unknown spirit grass stem.

He used the same method, cutting off a small section with sword light and putting it into the tripod.

In this way, Han Li followed the pill formula, putting a portion of each material in front of him into the tripod, and finally took out one Spirit Candle Fruit.

Green sword light flashed, dividing it into four parts, and he put one part into the tripod.

Only then did Han Li point lightly at the motionless tripod lid.

The tripod lid fell straight down, covering the small tripod tightly.

Han Li exhaled lightly and opened his mouth again. Green Nascent Soul fire sprayed out, and suddenly the green flames surged, and the temperature in the room rose much higher.

Staring at the small tripod in the flames, Han Li's ten fingers flickered incessantly, and one magic art after another was continuously struck, all hitting the small tripod.

Before long, bursts of thunderous sounds began to come from the small tripod, and the sound grew louder and louder.

Seeing this, Han Li raised his brows. The speed at which he formed hand seals changed, suddenly becoming slow and then fast.

The thunderous sounds in the tripod also became high and low, appearing strange to the extreme.

At this moment, Han Li's expression was wooden, but blue light flickered in his eyes, as if he were observing the pill situation inside the small tripod directly through the tripod wall, appearing without joy or sorrow.

Time passed bit by bit.

While Han Li was engrossed in refining the pill, at the altar in the basin, the Ghost Spirit Sect group finally climbed to the top of the altar, which was hundreds of zhang high.

It was unknown what the ancient cultivators who built the altar were thinking, but the restrictions on the altar stairs were truly perverted. Starting from the bottom of the altar, every time they climbed a certain height, the gravity exerted on these people would increase sharply.

So, it took them two hours to climb from the bottom to the middle of the altar, but it took a full day and night to walk from the middle to the top, and they even had to rest for half a day in the middle to recover their magic power.

The Nascent Soul cultivators like the Ghost Spirit Sect Master were fine, but the three Core Formation disciples were barely able to reach the top. Because by the last dozen stairs, every step felt like a thousand catties of force being exerted on them. These Core Formation cultivators were moving forward inch by inch.

Of course, the most relaxed one was naturally Wei Wei Wuya.

From beginning to end, he didn't see any major influence of the restrictions on this late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he never showed any signs of strain. It should be known that even when Wang Wang Tiangu and the others walked the last stretch, they could only walk one step and stop one step, and their expressions were much uglier.

Naturally, this performance of Wei Wei Wuya made the Ghost Spirit Sect Master secretly shocked when he saw it, and he couldn't help but look at Wei Wei Wuya with even higher regard.

Although their cultivation levels were different, under the Ghost Spirit Sect Master's intentional care, they climbed to the top of the altar at the same time.

As soon as they stepped on it, the feeling of being as heavy as Mount Tai just now vanished without a trace. The few Ghost Spirit Sect disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they had body-protecting spiritual light, walking all the way from the bottom of the altar still made them feel sore and weak all over.

This was a feeling they had only experienced when they were mortals, but it had been a long time since they had experienced it. After all, usually, they could arrive wherever they wanted by just stomping their feet; when had they ever suffered such pain again?

Wang Wang Tiangu and the others didn't pay attention to all this; as soon as they stepped on this place, they immediately looked around incessantly.

This place was over a hundred zhang wide, the ground covered with crystalline white jade bricks, and in the middle was a giant offering table six or seven zhang long, made of emerald-green beautiful jade, exceptionally exquisite. The rest of the place was empty, but at the four corners of the altar stood a tall blue stone pillar.

These stone pillars were about ten zhang high, and the surface of each pillar was engraved with dense runes and incantations, appearing obscure and ancient. And at the top of these pillars crouched a Qilin stone statue, lifelike, each with a different form, emitting faint spiritual light, appearing unusual.

The few people naturally scanned these simple things in an instant.

Wei Wei Wuya didn't find anything more worthy of attention, and his brows couldn't help but furrow, his gaze couldn't help but glance sideways at the Ghost Spirit Sect Master on one side.

The Ghost Spirit Sect Master was looking up at the sky, hands behind his back, motionless, as if he had seen something interesting.

Wei Wei Wuya was surprised in his heart and also glanced at the sky. High in the sky, it was blood-red, and in the slightly lower places, various colors of glow were floating, but aside from more wisps of glow, there were no other abnormalities.

"Sect Master Wang! Now that we have arrived here, where is the entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden?" Wei Wei Wuya asked directly without any politeness.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, there is no need to be impatient. The entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden is naturally covered by restrictions. But the method to break the restriction is only known to the essence soul in the painting. Just call him out and ask." The Ghost Spirit Sect Master replied unhurriedly.

"So that's it. It seems this also involves one of the conditions you made with that manifestation of Master Cangkun Shangren." Wei Wei Wuya's expression shifted, and he said slowly.

"Hehe! Fellow Daoist Wei is a smart man; this matter is indeed related to some conditions I promised the other party. Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I will call him out." The Ghost Spirit Sect Master said with a smile, reaching into his sleeve. The silver-white scroll appeared in his hand.

Wang Wang Tiangu's gaze flickered, and he walked over without a word.

This time, as soon as the Ghost Spirit Sect Master threw out and unfolded the scroll, a ball of green light flew out from the painting, immediately transforming into the image of a Confucian scholar.

"Not bad, this is the place. I didn't expect that one day I could truly return here." The essence soul of Master Cangkun Shangren's manifestation didn't pay attention to anyone after appearing, but instead looked around excitedly, his face full of excitement.

"According to our agreement, I have brought you to the altar here. According to what you said, this place is the center of the Fallen Devil Valley and the entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden. Now it is time for you to fulfill your promise and open the entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden." The Ghost Spirit Sect Master looked coldly, and only after the scholar's expression recovered a little did he say coldly.

"I have already been placed under a restriction by you, do you think I would dare to lie to you? The entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden is above the altar. I didn't lie to you. It's just that the restriction is a bit strange, and I must cast the spell myself." After saying this, the scholar also looked up at the sky, glanced at the glow in the sky, rubbed his hands together, and a ball of gray-white fire appeared in his hand. Then he flicked his hand, and the fire ball shot straight toward the sky.

As a result, the fire ball shot into the clouds and vanished into thin air.

Seeing this scene, the scholar nodded, turned his face to look at the four stone pillars around him, and said without wasting any more time.

"A few Fellow Daoists, inject some spiritual power into the four stone pillars. Then, leave the matter of breaking the restriction to me."

Hearing this, the three Wang Wang Tiangu looked at each other. The Ghost Spirit Sect Master hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice:

"Very well, let it be as Fellow Daoist says. You three go to those stone pillars over there. Junior Brother Wang, I will have to trouble you as well."

"As you command, Sect Master!"

The three disciples immediately bowed and agreed, and Wang Wang Tiangu did not hesitate either. He walked a few steps toward one of the stone pillars.

Suddenly, under the Ghost Spirit Sect Master's order, the four people each pressed a palm onto the stone pillar, slowly injecting spiritual power into it, which was then transmitted to the stone statue at the top through the stone pillar.

Before long, the four stone pillars began to emit a buzzing sound and trembled slightly.

And the Qilin stone statues at the top had spiritual light flashing, and their wooden eyes suddenly lit up with blood-red light, as if they were about to come alive, emitting unusual light.

Seeing this situation, Wei Wei Wuya vaguely felt that the situation of the four stone pillars seemed to be something he had heard of somewhere. But he couldn't recall the matter for a moment, his expression showing contemplation.

The Ghost Spirit Sect Master stood in place, watching this scene quietly, without saying a word.

Suddenly, the Qilin stone statues slowly raised their heads simultaneously and opened their big mouths, with five-colored glow flashing inside, as if something was about to be sprayed out.

The ghost-bodied Confucian scholar acted at this moment.

He raised both hands, flicked his fingers, and four gray magic arts shot out, striking the stone statues.

Suddenly, the things in the Qilin's mouths expanded and contracted, shooting out one after another.

Four five-colored light pillars shot into the sky, shooting toward a point in the air. Then the light shone brightly, and a five-colored light ball about a zhang large appeared in the high sky.

Then the space near the light ball twisted and deformed, and after a heaven-shaking loud noise, it suddenly exploded.

The five-colored spiritual light was dazzling, covering the entire sky above the altar for a time, and the astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations swept toward the cultivators on the altar like a stormy sea.

Even a cultivator like Wei Wei Wuya couldn't help but change his expression slightly after sensing the intensity of the spiritual energy fluctuations. The others couldn't help but retreat a few steps, hurriedly mobilizing the spiritual power in their bodies to resist.

Fortunately, the explosion process was very short, and the glow converged and the spiritual energy dissipated in the blink of an eye. The Ghost Spirit Sect group finally felt relieved and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

As a result, after seeing the situation in the sky clearly, everyone was greatly startled.

Wei Wei Wuya's face turned livid, and he turned his head fiercely, staring at the scholar and saying coldly:

"Is this the entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden you spoke of?"

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