Only three seconds? He's already the Lord of All Realms, so it doesn't matter.

"I spent eighty merit points to obtain this talisman from the sect, but it has no effect on the sect's restrictions."

Ye Xuan extended his perception to the maximum, delving deeper along the golden patterns on the rock wall.

These patterns are not simply magic arrays, but rather a kind of ancient script interwoven together, with each stroke containing the power of the earth's veins and connected to the entire wasteland.

It seemed that forcibly breaking the formation would lead to irreparable consequences...

"etc."

Seeing Ye Xuan's spiritual energy emanating from his body, Fang Zhengge quickly reminded him:

"This formation is likely connected to the entire canyon; we must not act rashly."

Ye Xuan nodded silently. He walked to the rock wall, reached out and pressed his hand on the golden patterns, and blue and white energy slowly seeped out from his palm.

The moment the air threads touched the patterns, these restrictions, though inanimate, began to breathe and pulsate like living beings, following specific rules.

"Ancient practices and prohibitions were mostly based on the principles of heaven and earth and nature."

With his eyes closed and mind focused, he used his senses to follow the lines of the skin and quickly identified the key issue.

"The restriction here is connected to the earth's veins, but there will be a brief pause every twelve breaths."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Zhengge's eyes. "You were able to spot the flaw?"

"It's no big deal, just try it and you'll see."

Ye Xuan withdrew his hand, but the bluish-white wisps of energy remained in the lines. "I say, you do."

Fang Zhengge hesitated for a moment but nodded in agreement. He had already drawn his sword and stood quietly in front of the door.

"Right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhengge brandished his long sword and thrust it toward the spot Ye Xuan had pointed to.

In an instant, the moment the sword light touched the stone gate, the patterns and gaps on the entire gate trembled violently, rubble fell from the surrounding rock walls, and the two side walls seemed about to collapse inward.

"Didn't you have a plan?!"

Fang Zhengge wavered slightly. He didn't know when he had a travel talisman in his hand. He didn't want to die in this canyon without finding anything.

However, Ye Xuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't be in such a hurry."

As he looked, the tremors on the stone gate quickly subsided. The golden patterns did not shatter; instead, they rippled outwards under the impact, and a crack gradually appeared in the center.

The gap was initially only as thick as a hair, but it gradually widened until it was about the width of a palm, enough for a slender person to pass through.

Through the crack, you can see what's inside.

It was a vast, empty lake, with bluestone slabs paving the ground and luminous crystals embedded in the walls, illuminating the interior as if it were daytime...

"Walk."

Ye Xuan quickly passed through the gap, and Fang Zhengge followed closely behind. As the gap began to close, the two squeezed into the doorway one after the other.

A muffled sound came from behind as the rock wall closed, the crack disappeared, and the golden patterns disappeared back into the rock wall, as if it had never been opened.

At this moment, Dongting Lake was deathly silent.

The two scanned their surroundings together, finding only a dark, bottomless tunnel ahead, and nothing else.

Ye Xuan glanced ahead, his senses having brought back all the information, and then stepped into the passageway with his sword in hand.

This passageway appears to be naturally formed, but the steps beneath your feet are made of white jade, each step engraved with intricate runes, and the faint sound of wind can be heard from the depths.

With each step they took on the stairs, runes lit up layer by layer, the faint glow barely illuminating their path.

Fang Zhengge walked cautiously, and after about fifteen minutes, he reached the top of the hundred steps, and the view suddenly opened up before him.

An underground palace appeared before the two of them, but it was only a palace with stone pillars standing around it. There was no dome or any other decorations.

In the center of the hall not far away, there was a bronze coffin.

The surface of the coffin was very plain, unusually devoid of any patterns or runes, but the inexplicable pressure it exuded and the chilling aura it emanated were no less pronounced.

Four stone statues stand around the coffin.

The stone statues all resemble Taoist priests, some holding swords, some holding seals, some holding books, and some holding banners. Their faces are lifelike, but their eyes are empty and lifeless.

"Guarded by four stone statues, what exactly is inside this bronze coffin?"

Ye Xuan wanted to use his senses to investigate further, but he saw Fang Zhengge rush forward quickly, not caring whether there were any traps around the coffin.

The next second, the stone statues' joints emitted a screeching sound, and their empty eye sockets lit up with a scarlet light, all turning towards the two people at the top of the stairs.

The four stone statues each have their own unique variations.

The swordsman held the stone sword high, and even before the sword aura was released, a chilling killing intent already permeated the air.

The person holding the seal formed a mudra with both hands, and the spiritual energy around the coffin suddenly surged, instantly enveloping the entire palace in pressure.

Holding the book, he opened the stone book in his hand. The pages revived, moving on their own without wind, and countless scriptures floated out from within.

The one holding the flag shook the stone banner one last time, and a cold wind suddenly arose, carrying with it mournful howls...

Fang Zhengge, who rushed forward, was instantly thrown away by the four people working together, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Xuan's gaze swept over the four stone statues, then turned to the coffin in the center of the shop.

Beneath the bronze coffin, he sensed a faint yet strangely familiar aura.

"Fairy Willow?"

He hesitated for only a moment before the flag bearer summoned several ghost-like phantoms that pounced on him!

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard several cries of pain coming from behind.

"Why! Why!"

Fang Zhengge lay in the ruins, recalling how he had displayed extraordinary talent upon first entering the Holy Sect and quickly become a formal disciple.

But what happened after that? It was as if he was under a curse, his cultivation level remained stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment, without making any progress.

This opportunity is rare and precious; he has waited a year for it and doesn't want to let it slip away any longer.

His sword flew out and, through his swordsmanship, manifested as three clones.

Four crimson longswords were pointed at the four stone statues. After buying a moment, he dragged his damaged body and forced his way out.

Ye Xuan watched the crazed figure flash past him. He hadn't expected the cautious Fang Zhengge to be so reckless, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I'm being driven crazy."

Fang Zhengge charged toward the bronze coffin in the center again, looking like he was fighting desperately.

He flicked out more than a dozen yellow paper talismans from his palm, and various dazzling illusions exploded around him, actually allowing him to touch the coffin!

"I did it! I did it!"

He placed his palms on the coffin, gently stroking it, feeling the aura emanating from it, his face filled with rapture.

Using all his strength, Fang Zhengge tried to pry open the bronze coffin. A crack appeared in his eyes, and then... a flash of blue light appeared.

The emerald light first shone on her face, causing it to age rapidly until it became unrecognizable.

Then the light shone on his entire body, and Fang Zhengge's life force was rapidly drained away, and he was on the verge of turning into a dried-up corpse...

"not good!"

Ye Xuan sensed something was wrong, so he stopped hiding his aura and revealed his Golden Core Realm cultivation. At the same time, four white rays shot out from his fingertips.

The four stone statues that tried to stop him were instantly shattered into fragments upon touching the white light, with no possibility of ever reforming.

Ye Xuan approached his senior brother and planted a celestial seed into his body, but he did not find another celestial seed.

"A corpse in a coffin trying to beat me to it?"