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

"In that case, our Green Mountain Sect is willing to abide by the rules, and only hopes that the Master will keep his word."

Zhen Yu was the first to speak up, and the others echoed her sentiments, which eased the atmosphere in the room.

The abbot of Jinluan Temple nodded in satisfaction and flicked his whisk.

"Now that a consensus has been reached, let's begin!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the three elders simultaneously made hand seals, and the golden runes on the altar began to light up one by one, converging from the edges to the center.

Even the offerings began to melt away, turning into streams of light of various colors that flowed along the veins of the runes.

The tower trembled, and the golden phantom at its top solidified completely, transforming into a three-zhang-long phoenix with golden flames flowing around its body. When its wings spread, sparks fell.

It raises its head and cries out, its clear voice piercing through the clouds and echoing through the valley.

In an instant, everyone in the square felt a scorching and ancient aura pressing down on them. Those with weaker cultivation turned pale and retreated repeatedly.

The abbot of Jinluan Temple stood in the center of the altar, chanting incantations that were incomprehensible to others.

With each word he uttered, a golden halo shone around him. After reciting nine sentences, nine halos appeared around him, and his aura resonated faintly with the golden phoenix phantom at the top of the tower.

"The golden phoenix has manifested its divine power, the divine fire has been rekindled... May the remains choose their rightful owner!"

He let out a fierce shout, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood mist condensed in the air, quickly transforming into a blood-red rune that shot towards the golden phoenix atop the tower.

The golden phoenix phantom responded with a long cry, its wings flapped, and it suddenly swooped down.

But it did not rush towards the altar; instead, it hovered above the square, its golden eyes sweeping over everyone below, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Ye Xuan felt Jin Luan's gaze linger on him for a moment. Although he was not a pure Yang body, he had cultivated the "Nine Heavens Yang" technique to a profound degree, and the Yang energy in his body was extraordinary.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Jinluan's eyes, but she ultimately looked away.

Its gaze swept over Zhen Yu, then over Mo Chenling, paused for a moment on the rogue cultivator, and then turned to the others.

The atmosphere in the arena was tense. The cultivators who originally wanted to step forward and try had forgotten what they were supposed to do and were just staring blankly at the golden phoenix circling in the sky.

Ye Xuan sensed something was amiss. "Why does it say 'remains choose their owner'?"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the golden phoenix phantom suddenly let out a high-pitched cry and pounced towards the southeast corner.

There was a middle-aged cultivator who had always kept a low profile and remained silent. He was dressed plainly, and his appearance and cultivation level were also ordinary. He had been completely unremarkable before.

He was immediately locked onto by the golden phoenix. His expression changed drastically, and he retreated hastily, only to be enveloped in golden light.

"Wait, wait!"

No matter how much he struggled, the golden phoenix phantom had already crashed into the cultivator's body.

The middle-aged cultivator trembled violently, golden patterns appeared on his skin, and his eyes turned crimson gold.

He let out a painful roar, and his yang energy erupted uncontrollably, forming scorching waves of air around him.

"Could this fellow possess a pure Yang constitution?!"

However, after a few breaths, the middle-aged cultivator's eyes lost all their luster. After the golden phoenix drained the yang energy from his body, it flew out and once again perched in the sky above the tower.

Jinluan's eyes remained sharp, and as before, she began to scrutinize the area below.

At this moment, everyone realized that this was not some kind of opportunity for willing individuals to try; it was clearly the Golden Phoenix trying to drain them all dry. If anyone encountered a person with a pure Yang constitution during this process, they could achieve enlightenment...

"Since that's the case, everyone! This abbot is deceiving us; the most capable person will get the remains first!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and several bursts of magical power erupted, instantly enveloping the area in front of the tower.

Zhen Yu of the Green Mountain Sect had been preparing for this for a long time. He formed a triangular formation with two fellow disciples and began to rampage through the chaos, attempting to clear the path to the Qita Tower.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Almost simultaneously, other directions also descended into chaos, with the scene in complete disarray, making it impossible to discern who was who.

Ye Xuan remained standing by the stone railing on the north side, his aura concealed, with faint blue and white energies flowing beneath his Taoist robe.

He didn't want to get involved in this chaotic battle. "Sigh, I can't even properly observe the ceremony."

Using his senses, he quickly scanned the entire battle scene and saw that the Golden Phoenix Abbot was still standing in the center of the altar, showing little surprise at the sudden outbreak of fighting.

With a light wave of his jade whisk, the altar's defensive array was activated, and a layer of pale golden light rose up, isolating the core area of ​​the altar from the chaotic battle.

The three elders were assigned to guard the triangle of the light shield, seemingly only tasked with maintaining the connection between the altar and the tower.

At the top of the tower, the golden phoenix phantom, having absorbed a bit of yang energy, seemed to have solidified its golden light slightly. It kept crying out, and as its wings flapped, sparks scattered from its wings ignited the grass and trees at the edge of the plaza, adding to the chaos...

"Strange, where is Mo Chenling?"

After searching for a while, they finally found the figure of the Moon Eclipse Valley disciple near the tower.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he had already reached the side of the tower, which was the weak point he had discovered the night before using the moonlight.

Just as the chaos reached its peak, and everyone's attention was drawn to the core battle group, either fighting fiercely or waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

On the side of the Qita Tower, the crescent moon mark in Mo Chenling's sleeve suddenly lit up, and a strange talisman shaped like a crescent moon appeared in his palm, neither gold nor jade.

He affixed the talisman to the pale golden barrier surrounding the tower and whispered:

"break!"

The talisman melted silently, turning into a pool of silvery-gray fluid that quickly seeped into the restriction patterns.

The ancient and sturdy protective array was now being eroded by some opposing force. The light barrier, centered on the talisman, quickly dimmed and dissolved, leaving a hole just large enough for one person to pass through.

And this process was completely silent, without even triggering a reaction from the abbot or the elders.

A smug glint flashed in Mo Chenling's eyes. With a flicker of his body, he passed through the hole and disappeared completely into the shadows at the bottom of the Qita Tower.

He thought his plan was flawless, but Ye Xuan had seen everything.

"Hmm, the methods used to break the formation in Moon Eclipse Valley are indeed quite impressive."

Instead of acting hastily, he focused his senses on the Golden Phoenix Temple Master on the altar.

The abbot seemed to glance in the direction where Mo Chenling had disappeared, his brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, appearing completely unconcerned about anyone intruding.

Inside the tower at this moment.

Mo Chenling hurried up the spiraling stone steps without stopping, heading straight for the top floor.

The journey was unimpeded, and he soon reached the top of the tower.

The top floor is a circular space with a white jade altar in the center, upon which a skeleton is prominently enshrined.

The skeleton was dark gold in color, and even though it had been dead for countless years, it still shimmered with a faint luster, radiating a terrifying majesty and heat at all times.

Desire ignited in Mo Chenling's eyes. Without further hesitation, he quickly took out a black cloth bag made of the same material but covered with moon patterns from his bosom.

He aligned the bag opening with the divine fire source on the chest of the remains, and drew a complex crescent moon symbol in the air with his fingertips, then imprinted it onto the remains.

As an indescribable light appeared, wisps of mist drifted out of the black cloth bag. The mist was flame-like, translucent, and faintly conveyed a sense of pure yang.

As soon as the mist touched the remains, the chilling danger vanished, and without any hindrance, the remains were safely placed into the bag...

"Fortunately, I came prepared and had prepared this aura, which is similar to the Supreme Yang Divine Fire, beforehand."

Otherwise, if I were to suffer a backlash from these remains... well, I'll gladly accept them!

Muttering to himself, Mo Chenling suddenly hoisted the bag containing the remains onto his shoulder, a lewd grin on his face, looking like a completely different person.

He took out a talisman from his pocket, and before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at the direction from which the deafening noise was coming from outside the tower.

"A bunch of worthless chickens and dogs."