In the Bai Duan Mountain Range, a stream of light tore through the void. Ren Qingtu hurriedly arrived, and thanks to his cultivation path, he spent even less time than Yang Qiu, arriving in about an hour. This was due to the advantages of the sword cultivation path, which excelled in both speed and attack power. In a speed comparison among peers, he could easily outpace Yang Qiu by a whole street.
"Is this the place?" Ren Qingtu scanned the area below. Yellow sand covered the ground, and desolation stretched as far as the eye could see for hundreds of thousands of miles. There wasn't a single figure in sight.
"This…" Ren Qingtu's face darkened slightly, but he didn't say much. As a Sect Master, he had cultivated a calm temperament, and more importantly, he didn't believe that someone of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's caliber would deceive him, a junior, for a few Holy Lord Grade weapons.
"Hum!" Ren Qingtu raised his sword finger, slashing through the void.
"Clang!" Sword radiance burst forth, a brilliant light soaring into the sky. The entire void trembled, and the vast sword radiance covered the sky, weaving the principles of the grand dao, overwhelming and all-encompassing.
"Boom!" As the sword radiance swept through, it was like a galaxy descending to the earth, piercing through the boundless sky. A massive killing formation reappeared, and countless blood-red swords dyed the entire land a crimson color, as if soaked in fresh blood.
"The illusion formation distorts space, and there's a hidden killing formation behind it!" Ren Qingtu's eyes lit up, gripping the jade slip tightly. His excitement grew at the sight of this. He relaxed a lot in his heart. Pavilion Master was right; there is a way to become a Saint here!
Ren Qingtu's eyes lit up. As he looked around, there were swaying spirit herbs everywhere. This Heavenly realm alone could rival more than half of the medicinal fields of their Great Luo Sword Sect, and even surpassed some. After all, the medicinal fields of the Great Luo Sword Sect had to supply the entire sect, and it was impossible to let a single spirit herb grow for several million years.
"Yang Qiu entered the formation a few days earlier than me. With his strength and the assistance of the Pavilion Master, this killing formation will definitely not be able to trap him. Perhaps…"
Ren Qingtu glanced at the killing formation, not lingering in thought. Following the method recorded in the jade slip for breaking the formation, he swiftly charged towards the depths of the array.
Time waits for no one. Every moment he linger, it will increase the likelihood of Yang Qiu becoming a Saint. As long as Yang Qiu became a Saint, even if he had just entered the Saint realm and his cultivation wasn't stable, it wasn't something Ren Qingtu could handle on his own; this was the suppression of realms, not something strength could compensate for.
At a lower realm, Ren Qingtu had confidence in fighting opponents above his level, but at a higher realm, attempting such a battle would be pure suicide. Which cultivator who can reach such high realm wasn't genius in their youth?
Two quarters of an hour later.
Puff!
The void distorted and Ren Qingtu broke through the first killing formation, arriving in a hidden realm. The dense spiritual energy swept over, making Ren Qingtu feel as if he were floating, the fatigue of days of travel swept away in this moment.
"What an otherworldly fairyland!"
Looking around, there were spiritual grasses swaying in the wind everywhere. This area of the secret realm alone could compare to half of the medicinal fields of their Great Luo Sword Sect! After all, the Great Luo Sword Sect's medicine field was dedicated to the entire sect, and it was impossible to let a certain spiritual grass grow for thousands or millions of years.
"Made a big profit!" Ren Qingtu was extremely excited. At this moment, the respect for the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was like an endless river, continuous and unbroken. Although the senior had said that he would only help him become a Saint and not help rebuild the glory of their Great Luo Sword Sect, he had secretly given him a medicinal field. What a good senior! He shouldn't have misunderstood the senior at the beginning.
"Hmm?" At this moment, Ren Qingtu frowned, uttered a soft exclamation, and reached out with his large hand. In the void, he grabbed a strand of black aura that he had caught.
"Evil Qi? It seems that Yang Qiu has stayed here before!" Ren Qingtu glanced around, but did not find any trace of Yang Qiu. Finally, his gaze fell on the deep part of the medicinal field, where there was still a large formation.
"It looks like Yang Qiu is going to get the method to become a Saint. I can't delay any longer!" Ren Qingtu's heart tightened, lifted his footsteps, and quickly caught up.
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On the other side, Yang Qiu held the jade slip and leisurely wandered within the formation. Anyway, he was the only one here. Even if he stayed here for a thousand years or even ten thousand years, it wouldn't matter. Moreover, the spiritual energy here was abundant. After all, a Saint once lived here and in terms of environment and spiritual energy density, it was even better than his abode in the Nine Nether Demon Sect. It made him feel like he didn't want to go back.
"This killing formation seems to be stronger than the one outside. Even a peak Saint might have a chance of falling if they enter. " Yang Qiu stood in the formation, evaluating it.
The outside formation was terrifying enough, but this one was even stronger. If taken out, it would be enough to make countless people covet it. You know, the protective arrays of some small sects might not even be as strong as this!
"The formation covers an area of several hundred miles, qualifying as a great formation. If taken out for sale…" Yang Qiu's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
This ancient formation, left behind from ancient times, would undoubtedly trigger fierce competition among numerous sects. Especially for those sects lacking sufficient heritage, acquiring such a formation would be a coveted opportunity.
Just thinking about selling a formation to a certain sect made Yang Qiu excited. Sects, unlike individual cultivators, possessed considerable wealth and could offer valuable treasures.
"Pavilion Master is truly benevolent!" Yang Qiu sighed inwardly. When he becomes a Saint, he must send some treasured, not for any other reason, but simply for the generosity exhibited by the Pavilion Master. Without the support of the Pavilion Master, he wouldn't even dare to dream of becoming a Saint, let alone confront his inner demons.