Chapter 455: Method of Picking the Flat Peaches

Longling's consecutive sneezes seemed to foreshadow some kind of ominous sign, and his offhand self-talk made Heifeng and others' hearts tighten.

They had no doubt in Longling's abilities; if even he felt uneasy, there must be another reason.

However, Heifeng and others also had doubts: what kind of expert could make Longling say such a thing?

You should know that, under Longling's control, a carefully designed scheme to seize the ancient talisman has quietly been set in motion.

After receiving the news from the broken jade slip, the cultivators training in the jungle would think they could obtain an unprecedented opportunity in this situation.

Therefore, Longling, the behind-the-scenes controller, is ambitious.

At the same time, the jungle training ground.

As the cultivators newly subdued by Longling crushed the message jade slips in their hands, news of various treasures appearing spread rapidly through the jungle training ground.

That news, like having grown wings, swiftly spread to every corner, arousing the greed and desire of many cultivators.

Many cultivators from various forces began to connect with each other, and even ancient sects moved upon hearing the news.

They either formed small teams or moved as sect units, marching in great numbers toward Longling's location.

Along the way they cleared thorns and brambles, overcame numerous difficulties, and finally arrived at the forbidden land shrouded in mist.

These cultivators were mostly of high cultivation level, many also possessing secret arts and extraordinary treasures, each not to be underestimated.

Longling, through the mist mirror before him, looked at the many cultivators outside the mist; it was obvious that this time the number of cultivators was many, over ten times the previous batch, actually nearly a thousand.

Heifeng stood beside Longling, watching those cultivators gradually approaching in the mist mirror, his face instantly turning solemn.

The number of cultivators reaching the mist this time had already exceeded his foresight, and many cultivators emitted terrifying fluctuations from their whole bodies, wearing ancient attire, which even he had never seen before.

The cultivators newly arrived outside the white mist obviously came from many hidden forces in the Universe Cultivation World, and he also saw several familiar figures; Chilian and others were actually among them, and they clearly arrived here together with the forces behind them.

"Boss, the plan has already attracted the attention of many cultivators, but there are too many cultivators coming."

"If not handled properly next, it's very easy to collapse the defense!"

Heifeng stood beside Longling, nervously reminding.

"Clear as a god, the heavenly secrets are deeper."

"Since I dare to undertake this heaven-defying act, I have already made thorough preparations."

Longling gave a slight smile, a glint flashing in his eyes, speaking lightly and calmly, feeling not a trace of fear.

Cultivators of the Universe Cultivation World act for profit, gather for profit, and scatter for profit.

The arriving cultivators are numerous, each relying on different things.

There are many frictions among the forces behind them, some even being mortal enemies.

As long as they are well utilized, there will definitely be unexpected effects.

Longling gazed at the chaotic cultivators outside the white mist haze prohibition in the mist mirror before him, pondering.

At this time, outside the phantom mist haze prohibition designed by Longling, as more and more cultivators began to reach the edge of the forbidden land, the surrounding clamor grew louder.

Some cultivators, according to the news obtained from the jade slip, communicated with each other, while others remained vigilant of possible dangers around them.

Most cultivators harbored ulterior motives, but for the chance to obtain treasures, many temporarily set aside their grudges and chose temporary cooperation.

At this moment, a cultivator wearing a purple robe nearby had a black pagoda hovering behind him; that pagoda was constructed from countless ferocious beast skulls, mysterious runes covering it, constantly undulating with a purple silk-like band.

"Everyone, since you have already arrived here, let us begin entering the mist."

"Perhaps the jungle within the mist is the core of the Ancient God Sect's relic training ground."

The voice of the purple-robed cultivator echoed outside the mist, clearly transmitted into every cultivator's ears.

The cultivators warily gazed at this cultivator, able to sense this mysterious figure's strength and extraordinariness.

Some cultivators began to probe, asking: "May I ask, fellow Daoist, which faction do you come from?"

The purple-robed cultivator gave a light smile and replied: "Which faction I come from is not important; what matters is whether you can bring the treasures out of the prohibition."

"Otherwise, you are not yet qualified to know my background."

As the purple-robed cultivator's words fell, the mist within the prohibition began to roll, strong gusts of aura surging from all directions, as if foreshadowing the impending storm.

The cultivators nervously looked around, knowing this would be a life-and-death struggle for treasures.

And the purple-robed cultivator, this mysterious and powerful figure, is surely a formidable foe.

"Yao Shuntian, you really have something."

"In the mountain without tigers, monkeys call themselves kings."

"The Universe Cultivation World has not yet reached the point where your Witch family alone dominates and commands the world."

Just then a mocking voice came from far to near, followed by a golden light falling, and a cultivator wearing golden armor stepped out.

On that mysterious armor, golden patterns intertwined horizontally and vertically, the brilliant golden light shining brightly, making the comer appear extremely sacred.

Behind him floated a mysterious great bell, the bell as if cast from heavenly gold, seamless, with sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc., engraved upon it.

"\"It's actually the Mountain River Bell; could this person be the Ninth Prince of the Void Divine Dynasty of the Universe Cultivation World, Jiang Qiang? \""

In the cultivator crowd, someone gazed at that mysterious ancient bell, secretly speculating and discussing.

Whether the Witch Sect or the Void Divine Dynasty, both are ancient forces, their strength enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Human Emperor Ancient Clan, and it is rumored that immortals are sealed in the central ancient land.

Just then, another powerful divine sense surge came from afar, instantly covering the entire space.

The strength of this divine sense made all present cultivators feel an inexplicable oppression, as if a great mountain weighed upon their hearts.

"\"I never expected that even cultivators from the Immortal Mausoleum would come. \""

An elderly cultivator suddenly spoke, causing the nearby cultivators to all change color in anger.

This caused all cultivators who understood the Immortal Mausoleum, upon hearing it, to show solemn expressions on their faces.

"Immortal Mausoleum, that is an ancient and powerful force, its strength sufficient to occupy a place in the Universe Cultivation World."

"Especially the foundation ground of the Immortal Mausoleum hidden in the Universe Cultivation World is said to be a treasure mountain woven from the spine of an ancient immortal of the Immortal Mausoleum to protect his descendants."

"On the Immortal Mausoleum there is an inviolable prohibition killing formation; even if an ancient immortal descends, it cannot be easily broken, and moreover it would be backlashed by the Immortal Mausoleum, because the Immortal Mausoleum is itself a terrifying great killing weapon."

"The cultivators of the Immortal Mausoleum float in the void, wearing mysterious brown waist armor that extends from the waist to cover the knees, the upper body also exposing knotted muscles."

Golden runes covered the muscles, and mysterious totem imprints were refined within, giving off an aura of invincible barbaric deity reborn.

At this moment, even Yao Shuntian and Jiangshan, who were looking at the newcomer, wore solemn expressions.

The cultivators of Immortal Mausoleum are extremely overbearing; they never bother to reason with you.

In their minds, fists are the truth; there is no right or wrong.

Heifeng, amidst the Mist Haze, seeing the scene in the Mist Mirror, involuntarily clenched his fists, obviously very tense.

"Boss, do we need to make any more preparations?"

Heifeng asked nervously, a strong sense of vigilance flashing in his eyes; even the people of Immortal Mausoleum have arrived, making this matter seem too big, and he began to feel uneasy.

Longling nodded slightly, then ordered: "Command the other cultivators to enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner first, conceal their demonic aura; I have my own way to deal with it."

Although the cultivators of Immortal Mausoleum are not easy to deal with, their cultivation levels ultimately have not left the Heavenly Spirit Realm; many are merely at the Thousand Laws Realm.

Although the Thousand Laws Realm is said to have one foot stepped out of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, it ultimately remains within the Heavenly Spirit Realm, not having fully transcended it.

How about the cultivators of Immortal Mausoleum, and how about the descendants of the Ancient Emperor?

As long as one's cultivation is in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, there is nothing to fear.

Following Longling's order, all cultivators swiftly acted, rushing into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner held by Heifeng.

The interior of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner forms its own space; it is not only a powerful Sharp Instrument, but also a supreme storage treasure.

Cultivators hiding within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's internal space, after restraining their aura, will be concealed by the banner's baleful qi, making it impossible for any cultivator to detect their presence.

The cultivators inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, through the baleful qi vortex in the dark space, display the external scene, continuing to monitor with Longling the movements of the cultivators at the edge of the Mist Haze.

Soon after, several more figures flew from the horizon and landed at the edge of the Mist Haze.

Leading them was a white-haired old man, his eyes flashing with wisdom, his body exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Behind him followed several figures shrouded in black cloaks, obviously the elite of their sects.

"Haha, Immortal Mausoleum has all arrived; how could the Nether Hall be missing?"

The white-haired old man's voice echoed atop the Five-Colored Altar, sensing the presence of Immortal Mausoleum cultivators, he spoke in a lofty tone.

Many cultivators affiliated with the Nether Hall, upon seeing this, came out and gathered beside the Nether Hall elder.

"Greetings, Venerable Dream of the Nether Hall."

Those cultivators knelt and paid their respects, their attitude extremely reverent.

The white-haired old man surveyed the cultivators before him, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, and directly gestured for everyone to rise.

"Nanyue is indeed the outstanding talent of Immortal Mausoleum's younger generation; at such a young age he has already reached the Thousand Laws Realm!"

"Indeed, heroes emerge from youth; truly rare."

Nanyue smiled slightly upon hearing that.

"Senior Dream Venerable, you flatter me."

"I, the junior, merely got lucky with some opportunities, allowing today's achievements."

Immortal Mausoleum and the Nether Hall have always been on good terms; since the Dream Venerable praised him, Nanyue naturally would not oppose the Nether Hall's dignity.

However, the Nether Hall is obviously also seeking the secrets of the Ancient God Sect, with no other intentions.

The Dream Venerable pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The treasure is no trifle; it relates to the earth-shattering secret of the entire Ancient God Sect."

The Nether Hall and Immortal Mausoleum, after solidifying their unity, will store that treasure away and later study it together.

Upon hearing this, Nanyue understood clearly in his heart.

Immortal Mausoleum and the Nether Hall have joined forces, repeatedly obtaining great treasures in the relics; this is based on mutual trust, and between them a tacit understanding has formed.

These two great ancient powers joining forces naturally will not allow any other power to easily provoke them.

As the words of the Nether Hall's Dream Venerable and Nanyue fell, the faces of many great power cultivators became very unpleasant.

The atmosphere on the scene instantly tightened; countless cultivators' gazes collided in midair, as if sparks were flashing.

The tacit understanding between the Nether Hall's Dream Venerable and Immortal Mausoleum's Nanyue having been reached, the surrounding cultivators clearly felt the oppressive pressure of the two great powers.

They knew that once these two great powers joined forces, the treasure in this Ancient God Sect relic would likely be divided between them.

However, not all cultivators wish to see such a situation occur.

Some independent cultivators or small sects anxiously worried in secret, but could do nothing about it.

After all, compared to these two great powers, their strength appears far too weak.

"Hmph, so what if Immortal Mausoleum and the Nether Hall join forces?"

"The treasure goes to those with affinity; it cannot be easily taken just by relying on great power."

A cultivator wearing a green robe snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the domineering conduct of the two great powers.

His words sparked some resonance; many cultivators began to whisper, while many more remained silent, though dissatisfied, they also understood the harsh reality.

Just then.

Suddenly, a strange undulation came from within the Mist Haze, and the aura of the entire sealed area seemed to undergo a subtle change.

All cultivators' attention was drawn there, their eyes focusing on the rolling Mist Haze.

"The seal is opening; everyone prepare to enter!"

Someone shouted loudly, and all cultivators' spirits were refreshed.

The mystery of the Mist Haze lies in that it seems to possess its own consciousness, able to sense changes in the surroundings.

As more and more cultivators gathered, the Mist Haze began to gradually disperse, revealing a passage leading inward.

This passage is deep and mysterious, as if connecting to another world.

Cultivators can feel the ancient aura emanating from within the passage, making them unable to help but feel reverence.

"This Mist Haze seal is truly extraordinary; it can even block the probing of divine sense."

An elderly cultivator sighed, his eyes full of admiration for the Ancient God Sect's methods, unaware that this is merely an illusion created by Longling.

A cultivator who dares to enter it will unknowingly be affected by the mist, and then be placed into the perilous situation designed by Longling, in front of everyone.

"Yeah, the relics of the Ancient God Sect contain countless secrets and treasures."

"This mist formation is just the tip of the iceberg."

Another cultivator responded, his eyes fixed tightly on that passage, as if wanting to see through its secrets.

As the passage opened, cultivators from all major forces began to stir restlessly.

They knew that once they entered this mist, it would mean the true contest had begun.

Everyone hoped to obtain more treasures to enhance their own strength.

The cultivators of the Immortal Mausoleum and the Nether Palace were no exception; although they had reached a consensus on the surface, deep down they all knew the real competition had only just begun.

Their gazes met, as if silently measuring each other.

Longling observed all this through the mist mirror, a hint of playful light flashing in his eyes.

"Heifeng, it's up to you now."

Longling said lightly, his gaze still locked on the mist mirror.

"Don't worry, boss."

"I know what to do."

Heifeng responded, a flash of determination in his eyes.

Following Longling's order, Heifeng began to act covertly, hiding within the mist, waiting for the best opportunity.

At this moment, cultivators from all major forces had already begun to enter the mist one after another, their figures gradually swallowed by the white fog, and the edge of the forbidden zone once again returned to calm.

But this calm, compared to the thrilling danger in the mist, appears especially chilling, like a giant beast's bloody mouth, constantly devouring cultivators who enter the edge of the mist. (End of chapter)