Chapter 385

Muya was originally a branch of the Mu family in the Han Yu Star Domain, but because his father had his cultivation level abolished in the Mu family competition by the son of the main family's patriarch, he went to the Primordial Spirit Domain to train, and was then introduced into the Great Mercy Stronghold by the various kings.

He saw a different cultivation environment in the Great Magnetic Stronghold.

Cultivators can obtain merit by contributing, and exchange merit for cultivation resources; in the Great Magnetic Stronghold, no one will take what is rightfully yours, there is no deceit and scheming among cultivators as in Huanyu, no intrigue, no bullying and exploitation of the weak by the strong.

With the assistance of the Golden Peng King and his own astonishing talent and firm perseverance, Muya's cultivation level has now reached the peak of the Di Yuan Realm, and his strength is among the foremost even in the Great Magnetic Stronghold.

Lei Wuya heard Muya's words, and the power of wind and thunder flickered in his pupils, his eyes full of wisdom.

"The Jin Tian Grand Formation is, after discussion among the eight major sects, the foundation to restrain the Wan Hun Banner, and will certainly be strictly guarded; to obtain the formation diagram of the Jin Tian Grand Formation, careful planning is certainly required." Lei Wuya said seriously.

"Don't worry, I have already inquired about the guardian of the Jin Tian Grand Formation—it is Wu Yong, the son of Wu Feng, the steward of the Tian Ji Pavilion."

Wu Yong's cultivation talent is mediocre, but his ambition is higher than heaven.

I will have Bing Chi secretly teach him, and by overdrafting his own potential, his cultivation has been driven to the middle stage of the Di Yuan Realm.

In order to quickly break through to the peak of the Di Yuan Realm, Wu Yong's daily consumption of Bing Chi has been increasing, and he has become addicted to the pleasure of overdrafting his body with Bing Chi." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Muya's mouth.

Wu Yong's cultivation level, elevated by overdrafting his life source with Bing Chi, is like a tree hollowed out by insects—no effect is visible in the short term, but once faced with a life-or-death crisis, it is easily destroyed.

"If a fellow Daoist from the Qing Cheng Sect comes to launch a sneak attack, we can take the opportunity to use Bing Chi to force Wu Yong to hand over the Jin Tian Formation Diagram.

After relying on Bing Chi is cut off, Wu Yong will certainly be unable to bear it." A fierce light appeared in Muya's eyes as he spoke coldly.

Cultivators who take Bing Chi for a long time become addicted to it; once they stop using Bing Chi, the side effects originally produced in the cultivator's body will instantly expand.

They will feel irritable and restless, simultaneously suffering from intense palpitations, as if countless ants are gnawing at their flesh in the three hundred and sixty-five marrow orifices of their body—no cultivator can endure this.

Once a cultivator takes Bing Chi again, their condition will temporarily improve, but this is merely to continue being devoured by the black abyss; they have long since fallen into a state from which they cannot extricate themselves.

Lei Wuya heard this, and a ripple appeared on his face.

Bing Chi is a bone-attaching poison; once taken, it causes addiction, and the pleasure of enjoying extremely rapid cultivation breakthroughs causes Huanyu cultivators to sink into inability to extricate themselves.

Muya being able to think of using this to lure Wu Yong is truly clever.

"Here they come!"

At this moment, Lei Wuya suddenly saw countless black dots in his pupils, rapidly approaching the Bai Duan Mountain; he felt a familiar aura and spoke loudly.

Upon hearing this, Muya jumped up from his seat with a hey, wanting to follow Lei Wuya and disappear into the great tent.

"Muya Daoist, your martial brother Wu Yong is calling for you!" At the same time, outside the great tent, the sound of cultivators searching for someone rang out.

Upon hearing this, Muya showed a hint of mockery on his face—Wu Yong's Bing Chi has flared up again, and now the Qing Cheng Sect will launch a surprise attack on the allied forces; Wu Yong summoning him is precisely the right time.

Muya nodded to Lei Wuya and then left with the cultivators outside the tent.

In a hidden cave dwelling on Bai Duan Mountain, Wu Yong saw Muya enter and immediately dismissed the attendants, urgently saying.

"Muya brother, give brother some Bing Chi, quickly, brother can't wait any longer."

When Wu Yong spoke, his whole body trembled, cold sweat dotted his forehead unevenly, and his face had not a trace of blood.

His originally round face, due to Bing Chi overdrafting his life, had protruding cheekbones, sunken temples, and hollow, lifeless eyes, giving people a feeling of disgust.

Upon hearing this, Muya did not immediately act, but instead found a seat and slowly sat down, his face showing a difficult expression.

"Wu Yong brother also knows that Bing Chi is extremely expensive—just a speck under the fingernail requires a hundred days of Tian Jing."

Although I am as close to you as brothers, I am now penniless and simply cannot afford it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong's face changed.

Although he is the son of Wu Feng, the steward of the Tian Ji Pavilion, during this period, due to using Bing Chi to rapidly cultivate and increase his cultivation level, all the Tian Jing he could use and the treasures he could sell have been completely exhausted.

If Muya cannot obtain Bing Chi, what will he do—does he have to wait to die?

"What to do without Tian Jing?

Without Tian Jing, one cannot exchange for Bing Chi; Muya brother, help brother think of a way, and brother will surely thank you properly afterward." Wu Yong said anxiously.

His breathing was extremely rapid, he collapsed directly onto the ground, clutching his chest's clothing, his hands gripping and pulling his hair hard, his face twisted extremely, as he endured great suffering, as if seeking life he could not obtain and seeking death he could not achieve.

"Wu Yong brother is not that I, the younger brother, won't help you—given your current state, you need a great deal of Bing Chi; even if I sold myself, the Bing Chi obtained would not be enough for you.

Unless there is something worth a city that can be exchanged for a vast amount of Tian Jing, so that the Bing Chi needed for your future cultivation can be easily resolved." Muya's face alternated between overcast and clear, speaking helplessly.

This made Wu Yong even more anxious upon hearing it.

His mind rapidly turned, trying to recall whether there was anything around him that could still be sold.

Suddenly, Wu Yong's eyes lit up; he crawled up from the ground trembling, quickly turned a jade basin in the corner of the wall, causing a stone beside it to slowly push open, revealing a hollow.

Wu Yong took out an ancient scroll from the hollow and directly handed it to Muya's hand.

"Brother, use this first—I really can't take it anymore!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Wu Yong anxiously pushed Muya's body toward the outside of the cave dwelling, appearing utterly unable to wait.

Muya looked at the four large characters on the scroll, his gaze pausing.

He had not expected Bing Chi's flare-up to be so terrifying; Wu Yong, to relieve his own pain, had taken out the Jin Tian Grand Formation's diagram and used it to exchange for Bing Chi to relieve pain and continue cultivation.

"No no no, brother.

This is the Jin Tian Grand Formation's diagram, the foundation to restrain the Wan Hun Banner.

If it is leaked, the guilt is unbearable.

No, absolutely not." Muya feigned difficulty while speaking, simultaneously taking out a memory crystal to record all of Wu Yong's words.

"It's fine, brother.

This is a treasure of the Tian Ji Pavilion; my father is a steward of the Tian Ji Pavilion, so if anything happens, brother will bear it.

Hurry, hurry, brother really can't take it anymore." Wu Yong's face was ferocious, urging anxiously.

"Wu Yong brother, you once said to brother.

If the Jin Tian Grand Formation's diagram is leaked, causing the forged Jin Tian Grand Formation to be destroyed, all the allied cultivators who set up the formation will find it difficult to survive after the formation is broken." Muya again feigned difficulty.

"Cannot survive, cannot survive, if cannot survive, then let them all go to die."

Wu Yong's voice suddenly rose, his voice extremely vicious.

He trembled all over, suddenly collapsing face-down on the ground, cold sweat pouring from his forehead like rain, tears and snot streaming as he wailed in anguish.

"You'd better hurry up and go..."

Wu Yong saw Mu Ya still looking troubled, and directly let out a violent roar.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ya couldn't help but nod, saying, "I'll go now, I'll go now."

He hurriedly disappeared into the cave dwelling, standing outside it as he gradually calmed the turmoil within his heart—this was the first time using Ice Obsession, and he hadn't expected the outbreak of an addicted cultivator to be so terrifying; to obtain Ice Obsession to ease his own suffering, he would sacrifice anything.

Wu Yong had completely lost his original heart, no longer even resembling a human.

Fortunately, Wu Yong's cave dwelling had restrictions set up that could block internal information from leaking while allowing external information to enter.

"Hmph, still wanting more Ice Obsession? Dream on."

Mu Ya curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, heading toward the Alliance Great Camp at Bai Duan Mountain.

However, at this moment the Alliance Great Camp had already descended into utter chaos, the leaders of the eight major sects having arrived from nearby cave dwellings to the battlefield, cautiously guarding against attacks from all sides.

The powerful cultivators of the Qingcheng Sect hid all around, continuously launching precise strikes; many cultivators in the Alliance had already fallen, their souls and spirits separating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After those soul-spirits completely vanished, a diamond-shaped cylindrical object remained on the ground, less than an inch long, yet covered densely with runes, silently lodging itself between the eyebrows of their cultivators, slaughtering each Alliance cultivator one by one, causing the cultivators in the Alliance Great Camp to scatter in fear as their hearts turned to dust.

"Everyone, quickly think of a solution.

If this continues, the Alliance army won't even have invaded the Qingcheng Sect before suffering catastrophic losses."

The Purple Mansion cultivator Zihuo Yue spoke anxiously.

Just thinking of the Qingcheng Sect made his head ache, and he didn't know where they obtained so many strange and wondrous magical treasures—not only able to pierce cultivators' protective gangqi, but also strike precisely at their brows and chests; many disciples of the Purple Mansion in the Alliance had already fallen.

Moreover, the Qingcheng Sect's treasures attacked without the slightest sound or omen—only cultivators with extraordinarily sharp awareness could dodge the lethal threats in midair, while those with slightly slower reflexes would face killing intent directly upon them, their souls and spirits falling on the spot.

Furthermore, the enemy's target was very clear, specifically attacking Alliance cultivators at the Earth Origin Realm mid-stage and below; the Alliance cultivators could not locate the enemy's position, enduring immense pressure in their hearts.

Xiyang heard this, his face darkening considerably.

He heard the words of the hidden expert in the void—this time, the one who came was the same person who destroyed the base of the Taiyin Holy Land.

"At least you are a powerful expert, yet you hide your head and reveal your tail, assassinating Alliance cultivators—how can you justify your identity?

If you have the ability to manifest your form, let us engage in an open and honorable decisive battle."

Xiyang spoke coldly.

He felt utterly vexed in his heart—the Qingcheng Sect never followed convention.

If other sects knew the Eight Great Sects of Huanyu were going to attack them, they would have already disbanded their sects and fled separately; but the Qingcheng Sect, on the contrary, not only showed no fear or dread toward the Alliance cultivators, but actually provoked them actively.

Earlier, they destroyed their Huanyu City's Shagui Sect base; now they are destroying the Alliance cultivators of the Eight Great Sects at Bai Duan Mountain.

"You all think my brain is just like yours—full of shit!

You tens of thousands of Alliance cultivators—once I appear, I could easily blast you all into mincemeat.

I possess transcendent wisdom, hiding in the void to conduct assassinations—how safe is that? Blasting heads and chests is utterly exhilarating."

The voice of the Golden Peng King rang out in midair.

He led the cultivator machine puppets forward, both hands holding treasure snipers capable of precisely eliminating opponents—eating well and causing no casualties.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators of the Eight Great Sects all wore faces full of sorrow and indignation.

The powerful cultivator of the Qingcheng Sect is truly extreme—utterly shameless.

According to his words, he is shameless, and thus appears invincible under heaven, with no morality able to bind him.

"If he continues to consume us like this, by dawn the Alliance cultivators will lose at least thirty percent." Long Xiu Ao of the Tianlong Gate shouted angrily.

In his hand appeared an ancient bronze great bell, its body engraved with nine dragons emitting unparalleled majesty, the inscriptions on its surface glowing brilliantly, the aura of Dao and Li swirling around it.

"Green Mother Dragon Pattern Ancient Bell!"

Upon seeing this, cultivators and elders from all major powers couldn't help but brighten their eyes.

The Green Mother Dragon Pattern Ancient Bell was refined from Huanyu Green Mother Heavenly Crystal; Green Mother Heavenly Crystal is exceedingly rare, formed from the condensation of annihilated stardust in Huanyu after it evolved the principles of Dao and Li.

Such divine material, when refined into a treasure, is born already united with heaven and earth, capable of offense and defense in unison, able to mobilize the great trend of heaven and earth for use.

It is said the Tianlong Gate's sect-protecting treasure is the Huangtian Wujì Divine Bell, long kept in the sect's main secret realm to suppress the Huangdao Dragon Vein, nourishing the foundation of every era of the Tianlong Gate.

The Green Mother Dragon Pattern Ancient Bell was refined by the Tianlong Gate in imitation of the Huangtian Wujì Divine Bell; each generation's possessor has shone brilliantly in the Universe Cultivation World—never expecting that for the sake of victory in war, the Tianlong Gate would actually bring this object into the Primordial Spirit Realm.

"Dang dang dang..."

As Long Xiu Ao's hand seal was formed, the divine light array of the Green Mother Dragon Pattern Ancient Bell transformed into a stream of light, hovering in midair above the Alliance Great Camp at Bai Duan Mountain.

Endless auspicious clouds manifested from the ancient bell, illuminating heaven and earth; nine golden dragons roared upward to the heavens, coiling around the massive bell shadow, emitting an incomparably terrifying aura, wave after wave sweeping outward from the bell's center in all directions.

Ding ding ding...

In midair rang the sound of metal striking—originally able to pierce the bodies of Alliance cultivators, the treasure sniper bullets were all blocked outside by the ancient bell, their collision producing a crisp sound.

"Haha, good."

Upon hearing this, Xiyang and the other leaders of the Eight Great Sects all gradually let out a breath of relief.

Long Xiu Ao, however, frowned at this and spoke sternly: "I advise you all—attacking the Qingcheng Sect as the Eight Great Sects Alliance is no trivial matter; do not hide and hoard your sect's treasures.

This time, Tianlong Gate steps forward to bear the disaster; next time a similar crisis arises, it will be your turn.

You are all shrewd individuals—do not scheme against each other.

Otherwise, Tianlong Gate will actively withdraw from the Alliance."

Long Xiu Ao's resonant words rang out in midair, causing the faces of all the powerful cultivators present from every sect to flush with alternating shades of blue and red.

They had indeed prepared for attacking the Qingcheng Sect—the sect had bestowed powerful treasures or secret devices to be used at critical moments.

Earlier, the Qingcheng Sect's powerful cultivator had launched a surprise attack with a mysterious supreme treasure; they had kept it as a trump card, not wanting it easily exposed, so they had not used it; their thinking was pointed out by Long Xiu Ao of the Tianlong Gate, and all the powerful cultivators of the various sects felt a loss of face.

The Golden Peng King gazed at the Green Mother Dragon Pattern Ancient Bell hovering in midair, his face showing surprise—this bell could transcendently evolve Dao and Li, and the treasure sniper bullets used by the cultivator machine puppets were all blocked outside, worn down to flying ash.

"Don't think you have divine weapons and sharp instruments—I also have them."

The Golden Peng King said this, directly producing the Tianlun Shuttle.

The Tianlun Shuttle, after undergoing plague-toxin sacrificial refinement, has already fully achieved the fusion of the two; now it only needs an opportunity to be delivered into the Eight Great Sects Alliance army, after which it can take effect.

All the cultivators present saw the Golden Peng King holding the Heavenly Wheel Shuttle, manifesting its form, and their faces darkened, especially Long Xiu'ao, who stared at the Heavenly Wheel Shuttle in the Golden Peng King's hand, his brows furrowed tightly together.