275: Catching a turtle in a jar

Inside the stone hall, a deathly silence reigned.

Xu Tian meditated with closed eyes, while Huan Ji idly trimmed her flame-like fingernails, and another taciturn Spirit Race man sat motionless like a stone.

Lin Feng, in the guise of Shi Yan, also mimicked them, sitting cross-legged with a steady aura, as if truly waiting patiently.

However, within his Inner Universe, his main body's Divine Thought had long since pierced through space, establishing a faint connection with the outside world.

With a thought, he acted.

In a secluded corner of a tomb passage on the outskirts of the Tomb of the Setting Sun, a Late Nascent Soul Stage Puppet, which he had placed there beforehand, suddenly had its eyes light up with red light.

The Puppet mechanically stood up, a Storage Pouch appearing out of thin air in its hand, and then it began to stride, wandering through the tomb passage in a swaggering manner.

It made no effort to conceal its aura, even deliberately leaking a trace of spiritual light from a few Magic Treasures in its Storage Pouch.

Soon.

"Stop! Hand over what you have!"

A greedy shout rang out, as a Late Nascent Soul Stage Yao Cultivator darted out from the shadows, blocking the Puppet's path.

The Puppet showed no reaction, merely continuing forward.

"You're courting death!"

The Yao Cultivator was enraged, summoning a blood-red long saber and, with a gust of 腥風, slashed at the Puppet.

A battle with no suspense erupted.

The Puppet's strength far surpassed that of the Yao Cultivator, but its movements seemed clumsy, as if it had low intelligence and only knew how to resist with brute force.

The fluctuations of the battle quickly spread.

"There's a treasure over there!"

"It seems to be a relic of an ancient Cultivator!"

More and more Cultivators were attracted, including Nascent Soul cultivators, and even some Early Stage Soul Transformation beings.

They looked at the powerful but slow-moving Puppet, and the Storage Pouch in its hand that continuously emitted treasure light, their eyes burning with the flames of greed.

A chaotic battle instantly erupted.

Dozens of high-level Cultivators slaughtered each other in this tomb area for a Storage Pouch, causing rivers of blood to flow...

Inside the stone hall, Huan Ji's ears twitched, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Those inferior races outside are fighting over some trash again. How pathetic."

Xu Tian slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils showing no fluctuations whatsoever.

"They are just a bunch of ants; no need to pay them any mind."

Lin Feng, in the guise of Shi Yan, also grinned, echoing with a simple and honest tone, "Exactly. Once we get the divine blood, we won't even bother to look at these things."

Xu Tian glanced at him, seemingly satisfied with his performance, and closed his eyes again.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly.

The real show has only just begun.

The chaotic battle outside lasted for half an hour. Eventually, the Puppet was difficultly destroyed by an Early Stage Soul Transformation elder, who had teamed up with several others, and the Storage Pouch fell into his hands.

But when his Divine Sense probed inside, he found only ordinary Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills. Although valuable, they were far from worth such a large commotion.

"I've been tricked!"

The elder was furious, while the surrounding Cultivators encircled him with malevolent gazes.

A new round of killing once again unfolded.

Lin Feng paid no attention to the farce outside; he once again split off a wisp of his Divine Thought.

This time, he activated another Puppet hidden deeper within the Tomb of the Setting Sun.

This Puppet was also Late Nascent Soul Stage, but what it held in its hand was not a Storage Pouch, but a blue crystal emitting an abstruse aura.

Five Elements Dao Crystal!

This item was enough to drive any Soul Transformation Cultivator insane.

The Puppet held the Dao Crystal and slowly walked through an area near the core of the tomb.

The pure and powerful spatial Law fluctuations, like a lighthouse in the dark night, instantly pierced through the layers of mist in the tomb.

Almost at the same time.

Deep within the City Lord's Mansion in Sunset City.

A middle-aged man in brocade robes with a dignified face suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of palaces to look outside the city.

"This is... the fluctuation of Law? So pure!"

He was Huan Tianqi, a Void Refining Early Stage Human Race mighty expert.

On the other side, within the Immortal Cave with the strongest Demonic Qi in the city.

An old man in a yellow Daoist robe with a pair of furry ears also awoke from his meditation.

He made a quick calculation with his fingers, and a terrifying gleam burst forth from his cloudy eyes.

"A heaven-sent Opportunity! It's actually in the Tomb of the Setting Sun!"

This was the Void Refining Yao Race, Spirit Lord Huang Liang, who was as famous as Huan Tianqi.

The next moment, two vastly different terrifying auras shot up from the city, confronting each other in mid-air for an instant.

A majestic voice rang out.

"Fellow Daoist Huang Liang, have you sensed the anomaly in the Tomb of the Setting Sun?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Huan can't sit still either?" a sharp voice responded, "For such a treasure, those who see it get a share. How about we go together?"

"That's precisely what I had in mind."

As the words fell, two streaks of light, one after the other, instantly crossed a vast distance and directly shot into the thick fog of the Tomb of the Setting Sun.

Their appearance caused a surge of trepidation among all the Cultivators in the entire tomb.

Void Refining mighty experts!

...Inside the stone hall.

Xu Tian's perpetually icy face finally showed a hint of emotion.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on one direction, his eyes filled with shock and greed.

"Dao Crystal! It's actually this kind of thing!"

Huan Ji and the other Spirit Race member also stood up, their breathing becoming rapid.

"Lord Xu Tian, this..."

"Two Void Refining Early Stage low-level races have also entered," Xu Tian frowned, "Things are getting a bit troublesome."

Lin Feng, in the guise of Shi Yan, appropriately displayed an anxious and angry expression.

"Lord! We can't let them snatch it! That's a Dao Crystal!"

Xu Tian gave him a cold glance.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!"

He paced back and forth a few steps, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

The divine blood had not yet appeared; confronting two Void Refining mighty experts at this moment was definitely not a wise move.

But the temptation of the Void Realm Dao Crystal was simply too great; if he could obtain it, his comprehension of spatial Law would advance to another level.

Just then, two more powerful auras entered the depths of the tomb.

The newcomers were two Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators; one was a Human, and the other was a monk with a strange aura.

"It's City Lord Lan and that bald monk from Blackwater Temple," Huan Ji recognized the arrivals.

A decisive glint flashed in Xu Tian's eyes.

"Go! Let's follow and see!"

With a wave of his hand, he took the lead, transforming into a streak of light, and swept towards the direction of the Dao Crystal's fluctuations...

Deep within the Tomb of the Setting Sun, in front of a huge broken cliff.

City Lord Lan and the monk stood side by side, looking down with solemn expressions.

The Nascent Soul Puppet had been shattered at some point, and the Void Realm Dao Crystal had also disappeared.

But beneath the broken cliff, in a bottomless giant pit, a mysterious and alluring faint blue light was emanating.

"Benefactor Lan, what is that?" the monk asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'm not sure," City Lord Lan shook his head, his eyes filled with vigilance, "This tomb is full of strangeness; it's better to be careful."

The two observed for a long time, but the blue light remained suspended quietly, without any unusual movement.

After exchanging glances, they ultimately couldn't resist the temptation.

"Let's go down and see!"

The two transformed into two streaks of light, cautiously descending into the giant pit.

As they drew closer, they finally saw the source of the blue light.

It was actually a head!

A head of a giant, unimaginably massive, like a mountain!

The head was half-buried in the earth and rocks, with only its crown exposed. The faint blue light was emanating from a hole in the center of its forehead.

A terrifying pressure from ancient times caused their Divine Souls to tremble.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!"

City Lord Lan's face changed drastically, and he was the first to react, turning to flee.

But it was already too late.

The moment they approached, the blue light in the center of the giant's forehead, which had been dormant for countless millennia, suddenly flared brightly.

Buzz—

An invisible mental storm erupted with a roar!

"Ah!"

The monk only managed to let out a tragic cry before black blood flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes instantly losing focus. Like a broken Puppet, he fell straight down from mid-air.

City Lord Lan's cultivation was slightly higher, and his Divine Soul was also more resilient. Although he was also suffering from a splitting headache, he barely maintained a sliver of clarity.

Without thinking, he directly spat out a mouthful of his vital essence blood, cast a blood escape technique, and transformed into a streak of blood light, attempting to rush out of the giant pit.

However, the space above the giant pit had, at some unknown point, become as solid as an iron plate.

Bang!

The blood light violently crashed into the invisible barrier, and was actually bounced back.

Despair finally appeared in City Lord Lan's eyes.

Rumble!

The entire underground space began to shake violently, the ground cracked, and giant rocks rolled down.

The enormous head slowly rose from beneath the earth.

Following that were the neck, the shoulders, and the massive body covered in stony skin... An ancient giant, a thousand zhang tall, as if supporting the heavens and earth, awakened from its slumber!

It had no eyes; its eye sockets were two bottomless black holes. A pure, destructive aura, not belonging to this era, swept through the entire tomb.

In the surrounding area, those Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Cultivators who were still fighting for treasures didn't even have time to scream under the impact of this aura.

Their bodies, their Divine Souls, in an instant, like snow exposed to sunlight, silently melted, evaporated, and transformed into the purest energy, absorbed by the giant's body.

In just an instant, no less than seven or eight Soul Transformation Cultivators and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators completely vanished from this world.

City Lord Lan, relying on an ancient protective Magic Treasure, barely withstood the first wave of impact, but his face was pale, and he was teetering.

He looked at the terrifying figure that reached the sky, his heart filled only with endless regret and fear.

This was simply not an existence they could contend with!

After awakening, the giant seemed somewhat bewildered. It slowly raised its hand and clenched its fist.

Just this action caused the surrounding space to let out a groan of unbearable strain.

Its gaze, or rather its perception, fell upon the small insect still clinging to life beneath its feet.

It lifted its foot.

That sole was larger than a mountain peak, bringing with it a shadow capable of crushing stars, and slowly descended.