“Good!” Chu Zhaonan’s eyes flashed. “I knew you would say that!”

In kind, Lord Zhao was without objection. 

Most importantly, though, regardless of what it was, they had no fear of thirty Qi Condensation cultivators. Faces heavy like water, Chu Zhaonan and Lord Zhao turned their heads back and waved to the soldiers at the rear. In silence, a dazzlingly variety of magik artifacts flew out. Everyone was already quietly prepared for battle.

“Go!” Xu Yangyi growled, qi revolving around his entire body. He was running at the very lead.

The passage was long, no less than several hundred meters. After everyone turned a corner, Xu Yangyi brought his hand up. With their hands formed in seals, everyone advanced with the gentlest of footsteps.

Ahead was a cavern. It was large, roughly a thousand meters in size. From the top of the cave ceiling to the ground, everything was drawn with runes. Pure-blue, the utmost blue, each talisman was a meter in size, turning the inside of the cave into a dream realm with bold strokes and clear lines.

The cave wasn’t limited to just one entrance; there were another two. All runes converged at the center of the cave, taking the shape of a strange and...