276: Lianxu Arrives

Inside the stone hall.

A trace of emotion finally appeared on Xu Tian's perpetually icy face.

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 another Spirit Race member also stood up, their breathing quickening.

"Lord Xu Tian, this..."

"Two Early Stage Void Refining Cultivators of a low-grade race have also entered." Xu Tian frowned deeply, "Things are getting a bit troublesome."

Lin Feng, playing 'Shi Yan', timely showed an anxious and angry expression.

"Lord! We can't let them take 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 Grand Cultivators at this time was by no means a wise move.

However, the temptation of the Void Dao Crystal was too great; if he could obtain it, his comprehension of Space Law would advance to the next level.

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

The newcomers were two Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators, one a Human Race member, and the other a strange-looking ascetic monk.

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

A flicker of determination flashed in Xu Tian's eyes.

"Go! Follow them and see!"

He waved his hand, taking the lead and transforming into a streak of light, soaring towards the direction of the Dao Crystal's fluctuations... In the depths of the Tomb of the Setting Sun, before a massive broken cliff.

City Lord Lan and the ascetic monk stood side by side, their expressions solemn as they looked down.

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

But at the bottom of the broken cliff, within a bottomless giant pit, a mysterious and alluring faint blue light was emanating.

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

"Unclear." City Lord Lan shook his head, his eyes full of 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 so unimaginably large, like a mountain, belonging to a giant!

The head was half-buried in earth and rock, only its crown exposed, and the faint blue light was emanating from a hole in the giant head's glabella.

A terrifying pressure from ancient times made both their Divine Souls begin to tremble.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!"

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

But it was already too late.

The moment they approached, the blue light from the glabella of the giant's head, which had been silent for countless millennia, suddenly flared brightly.

Buzz—

An invisible mental storm erupted with a roar!

"Ah!"

The ascetic monk only managed to let out a scream before black blood flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes instantly vacant, like a Puppet with its strings cut, plummeting straight down from mid-air.

City Lord Lan's cultivation was slightly higher, and his Divine Soul was tougher; although he also had a splitting headache, he barely maintained a sliver of clarity.

Without thinking, he directly spat out a mouthful of his essence blood, performed the 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 slammed heavily against the invisible barrier, actually being bounced back forcefully.

Despair finally appeared in City Lord Lan's eyes.

Rumble!

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

The enormous head slowly rose from the ground.

Next came the neck, the shoulders, 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, and a pure, destructive aura, not belonging to this era, swept through the entire tomb.

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

Their bodies, their Divine Souls, in an instant, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, silently melted, evaporated, turning 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 treasure, barely resisted the first wave of impact, but his face was pale, and he was tottering.

He looked at the terrifying figure that stood tall, filling the space, and his heart was 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 movement 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 raised its foot.

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

In the depths of the tomb, two streaks of light were moving at an astonishing speed.

"Fellow Daoist Huan, did you feel that? The auras of several Soul Transformation Cultivators were instantly wiped out!" Spirit Lord Huang Liang's sharp voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Hehe, the more dangerous it is, the more astonishing the treasure!" Spirit Lord Huang Liang's eyes gleamed with greed.

Before his words finished, the two had already rushed out of the narrow tomb passage.

The scene before them caused even these two Void Refining Grand Cultivators, who had seen much, to pause for a moment.

A bottomless giant pit, around its walls, dozens of broken corpses were scattered; each one had been a powerful Soul Transformation or Nascent Soul cultivator in life, but now they were discarded like trash.

In the center of the giant pit, a thousand-zhang-tall stone giant was slowly raising its foot.

Beneath that enormous shadow, a figure was tottering, its protective spiritual light like a flickering candle in the wind; it was City Lord Lan.

His face was filled with despair, his eyes only seeing the giant foot capable of crushing mountains.

"Senior Huan! Save me!"

Seeing Huan Tianqi's figure, City Lord Lan seemed to grasp at the last straw, screaming with all his might.

Huan Tianqi frowned deeply.

In front of a Yao Race Void Refining Cultivator, to watch a crucial Soul Transformation City Lord of the Human Race be killed, where would he put his face?

"Fellow Daoist Huang Liang, how about lending a hand?" He turned his head to look at Spirit Lord Huang Liang, "This savage giant, if you and I join forces to suppress it, we'll split the contents inside equally!"

"Split equally?" Spirit Lord Huang Liang's furry ears twitched, and he chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Huan, the lives of your Human Race Cultivators are truly valuable. I want sixty percent!"