Hundred Severance Mountain Range
A streak of light tore through the sky.
Ren Qingtu hurriedly arrived. The time he took was even shorter than Yang Qiu's—roughly an hour.
This was thanks to the cultivation path he had chosen.
As a sword cultivator, he excelled in both speed and offensive power.
When it came to speed, at the same level, he could leave Yang Qiu trailing far behind.
“So, this is the place?”
Ren Qingtu swept his gaze across the area below.
The ground was covered in yellow sand, desolate and barren.
Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, there wasn't a single sign of life.
“This...”
Ren Qingtu's expression darkened, but he said nothing further. As the master of a sect, he had excellent self-control.
More importantly,
he didn't believe that someone like the Heavenly Mechanism Tower Lord—
a person of such stature—
would deceive a junior like him over a few Saint Lord-grade weapons.
“Buzz!”
Ren Qingtu raised his sword fingers and made a slicing motion in the void.
“Clang!”
Sword light erupted, radiating for ten thousand miles and piercing the heavens. The entire void trembled, and the immense sword light blotted out the sky, intertwining profound truths of the Dao that surged like a tidal wave.
“Boom!”
The sword light swept across,
like a galaxy falling to the earth, piercing through a thousand miles of void.
A massive killing formation revealed itself, with countless crimson blood swords staining the vast land red as if it had been soaked in blood.
“An illusion formation distorting space, with a killing formation hidden behind it!”
Ren Qingtu's eyes lit up. Clutching the jade slip tightly, his heart swelled with excitement.
Upon seeing this,
he felt significantly relieved.
The Heavenly Mechanism Tower Lord's words were true—there was a method to achieve sainthood here!
“Yang Qiu entered the formation several days earlier. With his strength and the Tower Lord's help, this killing formation surely couldn't hold him. Perhaps...”
Ren Qingtu glanced at the killing formation and decided not to linger. Following the method recorded in the jade slip, he quickly made his way deeper into the formation.
Time waits for no one.
The longer he delayed,
the greater the chance of Yang Qiu achieving sainthood.
If Yang Qiu attained sainthood—
even at the initial stage, with an unstable cultivation level—
Ren Qingtu would no longer stand a chance. Such a disparity in realms was insurmountable by mere strength.
At lower realms, Ren Qingtu might still have confidence in challenging someone above his level. But at higher realms, attempting such feats would be suicidal.
After all,
those who reached this stage—
which one of them wasn't a genius in their youth?
Two quarter-hours later.
“Pfft!”
The void twisted.
Ren Qingtu broke through the first killing formation
and entered a hidden paradise.
Rich spiritual energy surged around him, making him feel as though he were ascending to immortality. The fatigue from his days of travel instantly vanished.
“What a heavenly paradise!”
Ren Qingtu's eyes brightened.
He gazed around to see spiritual herbs swaying in the wind. This single hidden paradise was comparable to half the herb fields of his Da Luo Sword Sect, perhaps even surpassing them.
After all,
Da Luo Sword Sect's herb fields had to supply the entire sect. They couldn't afford to let individual herbs grow for tens or hundreds of thousands of years.
“I've hit the jackpot!”
Ren Qingtu was ecstatic.
At this moment,
his respect for the Heavenly Mechanism Tower Lord surged like an unending tide. Though the Senior claimed he was only helping him achieve sainthood and not aiding the sect's resurgence—
in secret, he had gifted an entire herb field.
“What a remarkable Senior. How could I have doubted him at first?”
Ren Qingtu felt a pang of guilt for his earlier suspicions.
It was truly unwarranted!
“Hmm?”
At that moment,
Ren Qingtu frowned slightly and let out a soft exclamation. Reaching into the void, he grasped a wisp of black mist.
“Demonic energy?”
“It seems Yang Qiu was here!”
Ren Qingtu surveyed the surroundings but found no trace of Yang Qiu. His gaze eventually fell upon the depths of the herb field, where another formation stood.
“It seems Yang Qiu is headed for the method of achieving sainthood. I mustn't delay!”
Ren Qingtu's heart tightened. Lifting his foot, he swiftly pursued.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
Yang Qiu, holding a jade slip, wandered leisurely within the formation.
After all, he was alone here.
Even if he stayed for a thousand or ten thousand years, it wouldn't matter.
Moreover,
the place was rich in spiritual energy. A Sage had once lived here, and in terms of environment and spiritual density, it far surpassed his cave dwelling in the Nine Nether Demon Sect.
It made him reluctant to leave.
“This killing formation seems far stronger than the one outside. Even a peak Sage entering here would risk death.”
Yang Qiu stood within the formation, commenting casually.
The outer formation was already terrifying. This inner one was even more formidable. If relocated, it would be enough to make countless people covet it.
To put it in perspective—
some smaller sects didn't even have mountain-protecting formations as strong as this one!
“A formation covering hundreds of miles—it qualifies as a true great formation. If I sold it...”
Yang Qiu's eyes sparkled.
An ancient formation like this would drive countless sects into a frenzy, especially those lacking in heritage.
Selling a formation to a sect—
just imagining it made Yang Qiu tremble with excitement.
Sects, after all, were far wealthier than individual cultivators.
They could offer many valuable treasures.
“The Heavenly Mechanism Tower Lord is truly a kindhearted person!”
Yang Qiu sighed with emotion.
After achieving sainthood, he would definitely present a token of gratitude—not for any other reason but to honor the Tower Lord's generosity.
Without the Tower Lord,
he wouldn't have overcome his inner demon,
let alone dared to dream of achieving sainthood.
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