Chapter Sixty-Two: Unraveling the Principles, Leaving No Detail Unexamined

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He was worried that the Six Talents Ancestral Dragon was being used, so Yitian Yidi immediately plunged into the lava. Under his divine sense, he realized this was not lava at all, but rather the lair where Lava Beasts congregated and lived! And this lair clearly had a gap that could not be closed. Wuyun followed closely behind through the opening carved out by the Frightening God Blade, ready to provide support.

Crash!

The Bear Third, King of Battle, was startled. Using his body to block the sudden inertia, he wielded a zebra-striped staff and struck at Yitian Yidi, turning the heavens and earth upside down and causing everyone to tumble for several seconds.

"Who's there again?" Wuyun's hoarse voice rang out. He opened his eyes, just about to activate a formation to capture the zebra-striped staff, when suddenly, the infallible Ten Skies and Nine Earths array failed.

Could it be that the formation diagram, learning from the Frightening God Blade, had developed a new artifact spirit? Impossible. Once an artifact spirit died, it could not regenerate itself; only by slaying an Immortal King to preside over it could it wield its full power.

After three consecutive attempts, the Ten Skies and Nine Earths array showed obvious signs of wear. Before Wuyun could ponder this, a group of staffs thrust in, pinning the broken Yitian Yidi in place. Upon closer inspection, Wuyun cried out, "A grand formation mechanism!"

Behind the staffs, a blazing red expanse appeared—it must have been some kind of forged weapon claw, and the sharp end had been sliced off by the Frightening God Blade, making it look like a staff.

As for why it hadn't been swept into the Yitian Yidi formation, it was because the formation below was massive and this mechanism was part of it—how could it be taken?

At the moment they were hindered, a spinning immortal weapon attacked, likely part of the formation's offense—a perfect combination of restraint and assault.

Imagine being grabbed by the claw, bound, and then struck heavily; it would instantly shred any intruder to pieces.

The next second, as the Bear Third gripped Yue Qi, ready to throw him out, the spinning wheel-like immortal weapon vanished.

Wuyun smiled, but his face was as somber as ever, his voice raspy: "Afraid of being trapped but not of being attacked? If two more of these spinning immortal weapons come, all the treasured weapons we've hidden away in our little world could be tossed out as junk!"

No sooner had he spoken than two more appeared. The Bear Third was ecstatic, stuffed Yue Qi back into his ear, and roared, "The King of Battle has the legs of an Immortal King; I don't need them! I want both!"

As if responding to his words, after those two immortal weapons, wave after wave surged forth. It was a veritable tide, a storm—at least a hundred immortal weapons!

Especially those coming after, which were immense, their power reaching the peak of eighth-grade immortal weapons—more exquisite and advanced than the Steel Fiend Puppets that Little Bug had obtained!

Where on earth was this place?

The Bear Third roared with laughter. Seeing Wuyun's skeletal hand trembling, he shouted, "Senior, don't get too excited—let's see your performance!"

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"Performance? You black bear!"

Within the formation diagram, the spinning immortal weapon about to be destroyed suddenly appeared ahead—it was Wuyun, who, after refining it through the formation diagram, empowered it so that it became like a forward-charging immortal sword, spinning and drilling in one direction.

Amid the titanic collisions, immortal weapons ground against each other. Each time one was damaged, Wuyun would sweep up another from the surroundings, refine it, and use it as a replacement.

A dozen or so seconds later, the group broke free, but the multitude of immortal weapons still ravaged the formation diagram. The restored Yidi was once again damaged, leaving only Yitian.

Heaven remained for defense, earth to stand upon.

Before they could deploy their floating technique, a sudden, fierce gravity pulled them downward, revealing a densely packed, needle-like ground below.

The needles were long and thin, but fortunately, immortal bones stacked beneath filled the lowest part, leaving only the tips exposed.

"Damn it!" The Bear Third cursed furiously. In a moment of crisis, he curled into a ball like a furry plush toy, instantly shielding Wuyun and the King of Battle as they landed atop the needle points.

Hiss!

The glowing white immortal bones beneath the needle tips were immediately pressed down, exposing over a meter’s length. The Bear Third’s curled form, fifty or sixty meters long, came to a steady halt.

He endured the pain, and before he could boast, he saw the King of Battle's short immortal leg step flat on a needle tip, leaving a massive footprint. His hands gripped the Bear Third's ears, preventing further momentum.

Any more force would have crushed those decayed immortal bones, and these spikes could have pierced his twenty-meter curled body!

The Bear Third felt a lump in his throat. He flipped over and stood steadily on the spikes, muttering incantations to reduce the gravity below, then used silvery silkworm threads to patch up hundreds of small holes, instantly stopping the blood from spurting out.

"A gravity-forbidding formation!" Wuyun looked with difficulty at his leg bones, now shattered by the Bear Third. These leg bones, as frail as paper, were weak and powerless, but nearly impossible to sever—as insubstantial as air, as illusory and overlapping as mirrored space.

If not for his chest and vital organs being intact, he would have looked like a ghost!

"What is this place?" The King of Battle stared at the holes beneath his feet, feeling utterly uncomfortable as a strange aura seeped into his body through the punctured foot.

He quickly circulated his myriad-generation meditation technique, and after a few cycles, that aura was absorbed like a potent tonic.

The Bear Third, too, was absorbing the strange aura, his fur turning a healthy red.

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It was as if this strange aura had color.

"Amazing!" The King of Battle looked at Wuyun, whose entire body was now flushed red, like a man painted with blood. Even his previously dark face now emanated a crimson aura.

"Immortal marrow aura!" Wuyun's voice returned to normal, but in the next moment, the red glow drifted from his bones and was swallowed by the meditating Bear Third.

After another three incense sticks' time, the Bear Third had absorbed all the blood energy, advancing his cultivation a step further, now on the verge of breaking through to the peak of the Spirit Consolidation stage and reaching the realm of the Immortal Body.

Looking at Yue Qi, who was playing nearby, he too had somehow reached the Spirit Consolidation stage. Unconsciously, the old senior Wuyun, with his Deity Breaking stage cultivation, was becoming more and more out of place.

"How are Little Bug and Long Yi doing?"

Having been delayed for so long, the King of Battle was worried about Little Bug. Just as he began to speak, Wuyun sighed hoarsely, "They're trapped in some formation, waiting for us to rescue them!"

"Then let's go!"

"Let’s!" Wuyun cast a disdainful glance at the Bear Third and shook his head, "I'm afraid if we go in, we'll be trapped too—and then we'd all be finished. What's the most important thing in adventure and training, do you know?"

The Bear Third, as clueless as ever, considered his own encounters in the Qianluo space—it was nothing but luck and strength. But in the Immortal Realm, what could he do without those?

Wuyun snorted, his thoughts drifting away, as if recalling his days as a cloud, and said, "First, figure out the principles here. Then we can take it apart brick by brick!"

The Bear Third, the King of Battle... and the simple-minded Yue Qi!

Beneath the dense needles, one could only vaguely see white in the crevices. To enter, one would need to be at least at the Immortal King level, able to compress their body and alter their form.

However, with the Bear Third present—this bear, more meticulous than any woman, wielded his silkworm threads to carefully pick away the impurities below. After clearing about six hundred meters down, the bottom's appearance was revealed.

Layers of dry, tough skin, much like the Bear Third's own paw pads, and extremely hard. After digging for a while, a dark shadow flashed at the base of one of the thick spike roots.