If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"As long as they still fear each other."

The stalemate continues.

"This battle will have a winner and a loser."

"We need to rely on external variables."

"For example, reinforcements from one side have arrived."

"Or someone might suddenly die."

He paused for a moment.

"None of this concerns me."

Just as he was about to withdraw the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique.

When starting to plan the infiltration route.

A detail that he had subconsciously ignored suddenly came into view.

The floor and walls of the white marble palace.

Those ten or so peak Core Formation experts had been fighting in the main hall for who knows how long.

The aftershocks of the clash of techniques were enough to flatten a small mountain.

But the surface of the white marble.

There were only a few tiny, shallow marks that were almost impossible to spot unless you looked very closely.

That level of damage.

It's about the same as scratching a cast iron panel with the tip of your fingernail.

Mo Chengyue stared at those shallow marks for three breaths.

The muscles in my back tensed up involuntarily.

A full-force attack from the peak of the Core Formation stage.

Only fingernail marks were left on the ground.

This means the stone used to build the palace.

Its hardness far exceeds that of any spirit ore material he knows.

This stone can be cut, polished, and used in masonry.

What level should it be?

"I must say the material is good."

"Or is it that this entire palace wasn't built for mortals in the first place?"

He quickly weighed the importance of this information in his mind.

Then, with extreme decisiveness, I stuffed it into my mind.

The folder labeled "We'll talk about it later".

"It has nothing to do with my KPIs."

"I'm not here to be an archaeologist."

There is only one goal.

Mo Chengyue withdrew the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique.

He closed his eyes in the shadow of the stone pillar ruins and sorted through all the information he had just gathered.

Thirty breaths later, he opened his eyes and came to his final conclusion.

The main hall is a death trap; do not touch it, or you will surely die.

But the melee in the main hall was precisely his best cover.

The attention and consciousness of more than ten peak experts were completely locked by the golden treasure and each other.

This forms a natural barrier to perception.

The original array traps inside the palace have been filled in by those who sacrificed their lives.

The route to the side hall is theoretically unobstructed.

The only high-risk window is the distance from his current location to the entrance of the side hall.

He had to cross the edge of the realm of the powerful beings' perception.

And it cannot be detected by any divine sense.

He reached out and gently patted the storage bag at his waist.

Inside were two bodies he had fought his way from the entrance of the ruins to the core area.

The frozen body that he protected with all his might, even at the cost of exposing his strength.

"It's not a treasure."

My fingertips gently brushed against the leather surface of the storage bag.

"It's not about inheritance."

"It wasn't some stroke of luck."

The lips behind the mask moved silently.

"Anything that can open your eyes."

"Everything else is none of my business."

Preparations begin.

Mo Chengyue took out six of the best quality mid-grade concealment talismans from his storage bag.

This is the essence he accumulated by looting corpses along the way.

Each one is a treasure trove pulled from the storage bag of a Core Formation stage cultivator.

A single image can block the divine sense scan of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He affixed the six talismans to his chest.

Back, the back of both arms, and the inside of both knees.

All six cards can be activated simultaneously.

A flash of inspiration disappears in an instant, but the effects accumulate layer by layer.

An invisible layer of divine consciousness refraction formed on his body surface.

When the divine sense of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator swept over.

It will be deflected like light passing through a curved surface of water.

To "erase" his existence from perception.

Immediately afterwards, he silently practiced the hidden breathing technique from the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture.

This is a secret technique derived from the Hehuan Sect's cultivation methods.

It's not about "concealing one's aura".

Instead, it is "the spiritual energy tide that integrates one's own aura into the surrounding environment".

Like a drop of clear water falling into the ocean.

It didn't disappear; it became the sea itself.

His breathing rate gradually slowed down.

The spiritual energy fluctuations on his body began to resonate with the aftershocks of the battle that permeated the air.

Until they are completely in sync.

As a final step, he removed the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant from his waist.

Maximize the Qi-gathering function.

A nearly transparent silver film appeared on the surface of the ornament.

It clings to the skin like a cicada's wing.

All possible leakage of true energy fluctuations and dantian resonance within the body.

Even the faint vibrations of blood and qi generated by the heartbeat are compressed and blocked.

Three measures were employed simultaneously.

The concealment talisman provides shielding against divine sense.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture Secret Method achieves the fusion of Qi.

The Moon Shadow Illusionary Void Pendant has completed its energy seal.

The three lines of defense complement each other.

He was transformed from a "walking source of spiritual energy" into a void that blended perfectly with the background.

He took his last deep breath.

Slightly squat with both legs.

The true essence of the Heavenly Dragon Step silently circulated through the meridians.

set off.

Mo Chengyue's figure shot out from the stone pillar ruins.

It lay close to the ground like a silent shadow.

The Heavenly Dragon Steps push speed to its limit.

When the soles of the feet land, true energy first spreads out a layer of air cushion as thin as a cicada's wing.

It swallows up all possible physical sound waves.

He did not choose to charge in a straight line.

Instead, it proceeds along a precisely calculated arc-shaped route.

Avoid the core radiation zone where powerful beings are fighting in front of the square.

Approach the side hall from the shadow of the mountain wall on the right wing of the palace.

The distance of more than ten miles was covered in an instant at high speed.

When passing about three hundred feet outside the main hall.

The two illusory figures that had been intertwined in mid-air above their heads suddenly stopped at the same time.

A burly demon clad in dark red scales suddenly turned his head.

A hint of alertness flashed in his vertical pupils.

The divine sense, like an invisible net, pressed down from all directions.

Almost at the same moment.

An elderly human who was fighting him also noticed something was wrong.

They withdrew their offensive and looked down from the side.

Another divine sense cut down from a different angle.

Two divine senses, one vertical and one horizontal.

The intersection covered the area that Mo Chengyue was passing through.

Mo Chengyue's heart suddenly contracted to the size of a fist.

But he didn't stop.

The inertia of his body while running at high speed did not allow him to stop.

Stopping would expose you due to the sudden change in the flow of spiritual energy.

His footsteps were at an extremely tricky angle.

It cut into the triangular shadow gap formed by the two collapsed stone pillars and the pile of rubble in front.

This was one of the emergency routes he had marked out during the reconnaissance phase.

Two divine senses swept past him from above and to his sides.

The refraction layer of the concealment talisman caused a slight deflection in the perception of divine sense.

The hidden breathing techniques of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic.

His aura blended perfectly with the surrounding aftershocks of the battle.

The Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant sealed the Golden Core due to tension.

And the resulting unconscious resonance and tremor.

The three lines of defense are operating simultaneously.

He was filtered out of the detection network of the two peak divine senses and became "background noise".

The demon with dark red scales frowned.

The vertical pupils scanned the ruins twice.

Gravel, scorched earth, dried bloodstains, and collapsed stone pillars.

There was nothing there.

The elderly human who was confronting him was the first to withdraw his divine sense.

He snorted coldly.

The aged voice carried an impatient wariness.

"Don't try anything funny."

"Trying to distract me with this trick."

"You're still too green."

The demon cultivator cast a final, somber glance down at the area below.

Another wave of golden light pulsed from the direction of the main hall.

Taking advantage of their distraction, someone launched a new attack on the treasure.

A fierce glint flashed in the demon cultivator's eyes.

They no longer had time to notice the subtle sense of unease below.

He turned and lunged back towards the main hall.

The two divine senses that had been locking onto the area below retreated like the receding tide.