Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

The crowd gathered around the stone gate, their eyes fixed intently on the twisted runes, as if they wanted to devour them.

The air was heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe, with only the runes flickering with a faint light, as if mocking their ignorance.

Ye Yunjian reached out and gently touched the cool stone surface with his fingertips. An ancient and mysterious aura instantly invaded his senses, making him feel as if he were in the torrent of time.

He tried to decipher the runes' mysteries, but it felt like staring into an abyss, bottomless and unsettling.

Suddenly, a powerful force burst forth from the stone gate, violently sending Ye Yunjian flying!

He fell heavily to the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

Everyone was shocked, realizing that there was some kind of powerful restriction on the stone door, and that forcibly opening it would likely bring even greater danger.

Fear and unease spread through the crowd; the oppressive atmosphere was like the calm before a storm, suffocating.

Just as everyone was hesitating, Xingluo unexpectedly pulled out a strangely shaped metal object from his pocket.

“I stole this from those mysterious guys; it should come in handy.” She spoke casually, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Everyone looked at her in surprise, never expecting this seemingly delicate woman to be so bold.

As Xingluo brought the metal object close to the stone door, a piercing scraping sound rang out, and the runes around the stone door began to flash violently.

At the same time, the ground began to tremble, and several huge guardian beasts emerged from the ground, letting out deafening roars as they pounced on the group!

Murong Feng and Ye Yunjian were the first to face these ferocious guardian beasts.

The guardian beast's claws and fangs are like sharp blades, and every attack carries a fierce killing intent.

In order to protect Ye Yunjian, Murong Feng was slashed across the chest by the sharp claws of a guardian beast, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

He collapsed to the ground in agony, his face as pale as paper.

Seeing his senior brother injured, Ye Yunjian's eyes burned with fury.

He roared, and the power hidden within him erupted like a volcano.

The longsword in his hand transformed into dazzling rays of light, each strike containing destructive power, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the guardian beast.

The guardian beasts began to feel fear and retreated, letting out mournful howls.

Just then, the runes on the stone door suddenly stopped flashing, and the heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to the unknown.

The crowd cheered and jumped for joy, and the oppressive atmosphere was swept away.

The spirit girl ran to Ye Yunjian's side, her eyes filled with admiration.

She gently wiped the sweat from Ye Yunjian's face with a handkerchief, her body involuntarily moving closer to him.

Looking at her, Ye Yunjian felt a warm current surge in his heart, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

With great excitement, the group entered the stone gate, where a bright and open view suddenly appeared before them.

A huge treasure trove appeared before them, filled with gold, silver, and all sorts of rare and precious items.

However, the treasure vault also hides many deadly traps, including gleaming blades and poison-spraying darts, sending chills down one's spine.

Looking at the scene before them, everyone was at a loss for what to do...

The group cautiously entered the treasure vault, feeling as if they were inside the belly of a giant dragon.

The golden light was dazzling, and the pearls and agates were piled up like mountains, radiating an alluring glow, as if whispering ancient secrets.

However, the ground was covered with intricate runes, like a giant spider web, shimmering with a dangerous light.

A faint musty smell permeated the air, mixed with the metallic odor, sending chills down one's spine.

Ye Yunjian walked at the front, his hawk-like eyes scanning the surroundings, his steps steady, as if each step had been precisely calculated.

He would occasionally stop, his fingers gently brushing across the runes on the ground, his brow furrowed, as if he were trying to solve a complex puzzle.

The moment they stepped into the center of the treasure vault, the peace was shattered!

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows rained down like a storm, and flames spewed from the cracks in the ground, scorching the air and crackling.

Caught off guard, everyone gasped in surprise and the clash of weapons created a chaotic scene.

Elder Xuanfeng quickly formed hand seals, and a pale blue light screen enveloped everyone's heads, attempting to block the attack of the rain of arrows.

However, the arrows were so dense that the light barrier, like a lone boat in a storm, was teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Damn it, this rain of arrows contains powerful spiritual energy, and my spells can hardly withstand it!" Elder Xuanfeng gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

While everyone was in a flurry of activity, the Spirit Clan sage remained remarkably calm.

He squinted, carefully observing the pattern of the arrow rain and flame eruptions, muttering to himself, "Three long and two short, one high and one low... I see!" He suddenly shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! The arrow rain and flame attacks are patterned. Do as I say!" He dodged while loudly directing the crowd, like a commander on a battlefield.

"Three steps to the left, one step to the right, jump!" Following his instructions, the group miraculously dodged most of the attacks.

The tense atmosphere eased slightly, and a glimmer of hope appeared on everyone's faces.

However, the danger is far from over.

As the group ventured deeper into the treasure vault, the traps became increasingly complex and deadly.

Huge boulders rolled down from both sides of the passage with a deafening roar; sharp blades, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, spun and danced in the air, making a "whoosh" sound as they cut through the air.

Murong Feng and Ye Yunjian charged ahead, their movements swift and agile, like two nimble cheetahs weaving through rolling stones and blades.

The guardian beast reappeared, letting out a deafening roar, and pounced on the group.

The battle reached its climax, with shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons echoing throughout the treasure vault.

At this critical moment, the Eldar healer, in an effort to save a companion who was nearly hit by a rolling boulder, was himself cut on the arm by the spinning blade.

Blood instantly stained his sleeves, and he collapsed to the ground in agony, his face as pale as paper.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts clenched.

Suddenly, Ye Yunjian's eyes lit up as he discovered a control device hidden in a corner.

"That's it!" he shouted, gathering all his spiritual power and slamming his palm towards the control device.

With a loud bang, the control device was destroyed, and all the mechanisms stopped working.

The treasure vault returned to calm, and everyone cheered with joy, their happiness at surviving the ordeal overflowing.

They began to freely explore the treasure vault, where the dazzling array of treasures overwhelmed them.

All kinds of rare treasures, martial arts manuals, and powerful artifacts are available.

Everyone gained a lot and their abilities were greatly improved.

Ye Yunjian also obtained a divine artifact that perfectly matched his cultivation technique, causing his power to surge instantly, which made him ecstatic.

Seeing how powerful Ye Yunjian was, the spirit girl felt a surge of warmth as Ye Yunjian held her tightly, feeling each other's body heat.

However, just as everyone was immersed in joy, the treasure vault suddenly began to shake violently, stones began to fall from above with a loud rumbling sound, and huge cracks appeared in the ground... "Oh no! The treasure vault is going to collapse!" Zi Yan exclaimed, breaking the brief silence.

"Oh no! The treasure vault is about to collapse!" Zi Yan's shout was more terrifying than a thunderclap, making people's eardrums buzz.

Before he finished speaking, the entire treasure vault began to tremble uncontrollably, like a mad bull.

Stones were falling from above with a "whoosh," hitting the ground with a "thump-thump" sound, like drumming.

The ground cracked open with a loud "crackling" sound, and it was pitch black, which was quite eerie to look at.

This sudden turn of events terrified everyone. Their faces turned ashen, their eyes widened like saucers, and they darted around in all directions like a swarm of headless flies.

Those precious items were no longer a concern; they rolled haphazardly all over the ground, shattering into pieces.

The air was full of dust and debris, making people cough, and there was also an indescribable, dangerous smell that made people uneasy.

But our protagonist, Ye Yunjian, was unusually calm, as if he had taken a tranquilizer.

He squinted, his eyes darting around as he looked around, like an eagle eyeing a rabbit, afraid of missing the slightest movement.

This composure under pressure is truly worthy of someone from the Xuanhuo Sect!

Just as everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, the spirit girl suddenly seemed to remember something, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards a corner deep inside the treasure vault.

He shouted as he ran, "I remember seeing a strange mark there when I came in!"

Her shout completely baffled everyone.

What time is it? Why are you still thinking about some kind of mark?

But then I thought, this little girl is always full of clever ideas, maybe she really has made some discoveries?

The group was skeptical, but they had no choice but to follow behind her, crouching low, dodging stones, and stumbling forward.

But after running only a few steps, trouble struck.

"Boom!"

A stone the size of a millstone, unfortunately, crashed down in front of them, blocking their path.

That rock must have weighed several thousand kilograms; when it hit the ground, the entire ground trembled three times.

"What...what should we do?" someone asked, their face contorted with grief, their voice trembling.

Several people gritted their teeth and rushed forward to push the stone, but no matter how hard they tried, the stone wouldn't budge.

The group was panting heavily and covered in sweat, but the rock remained the same, showing no sign of moving.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, and a sense of despair spread rapidly like a plague.

"I'll give it a try!" Xuanfeng shouted and pushed his way forward.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly exerted force with both arms, causing all his muscles to bulge and veins to pop out, making him look frightening.

But to everyone's surprise, he used too much force, and with a "crack," Xuanfeng screamed, clutched his waist, and fell to the ground with a thud, wincing in pain and sweating profusely.

Well, not only did we fail to move the stone, we also lost a key player!

Everyone's hearts sank even further, and the tension was even more intense than a fully drawn bowstring!

Just when everyone was about to despair, Ye Yunjian finally made his move!

He took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and began chanting incantations.

Immediately afterwards, a scorching aura burst forth from his body, growing hotter and brighter until it resembled a blazing fire!

"Mysterious Fire Technique!"

Ye Yunjian shouted and thrust both palms forward.

The flames, as if they had come to life, roared towards the boulder and instantly engulfed it.

With a hissing sound, the boulder melted at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Everyone was stunned, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

This is...this is amazing!

The initial frustration and despair vanished instantly, replaced by excitement and exhilaration.

"Quick! Strike while the iron is hot!" Ye Yunjian shouted as he activated his cultivation technique.

But just as the boulder was almost completely melted, a strange change occurred!

"Roar!"

A series of piercing roars came from behind the melting boulder.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, dark, oddly shaped things rushed out from inside.

They look like humans but not quite, their bodies emanating black mist, baring their teeth and claws, making them disgusting to look at.

"Oh no! It's a demon!" Murong Feng exclaimed, drawing his sword and charging forward.

Xinglu followed closely behind, wielding a pair of short swords, and fought against the monster.

These monsters are no pushovers; they are all incredibly fierce and possess astonishing strength.

Although Murong Feng and Xing Luo were skilled, they were unable to withstand the attack for a time and were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing this, Xuanfeng and the Spirit Clan sage disregarded everything else and, despite their own pain, cast spells to support him from the sidelines.

In an instant, various lights flashed, spells flew everywhere, and the entire treasure vault was in complete chaos.

The spirit girl was terrified, shrinking tightly behind Ye Yunjian, her small hands clutching his clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly, her eyes filled with fear and dependence.

Ye Yunjian sensed her nervousness and felt a strong urge to protect her.

He gently patted the spirit girl's shoulder, his eyes fixed firmly ahead, clearly conveying: Don't be afraid, I'm here!

With great difficulty, everyone worked together and finally managed to clean up these monstrous things.

Everyone was exhausted and panting, but they didn't have time to rest. They quickly followed the direction the spirit girl pointed out and began to explore.

But as they walked, they were all dumbfounded.

Before them lay a bottomless chasm!

It was pitch black; I couldn't see anything, and I had no idea how wide or deep it was.

"How...how are we going to get through this?" someone asked tremblingly, a question that truly struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

Murong Feng, with his sharp eyes, suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Look, there seem to be words over there!"

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the other side of the chasm, as if some priceless treasure was hidden there.

Beneath the chasm, darkness surged, like the gaping maw of a giant beast. The howling wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, and a chilling aura swept over, making one shiver involuntarily.

Ye Yunjian frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two sides of the chasm, his mind racing as he calculated a way to cross it. This chasm was so strange; it was no ordinary chasm.