As one of the sect's two Nascent Soul Cultivators, Xu Jinqing naturally knew the secret of the Treasure Pavilion. It had originally been protected by three perilous barriers, and for several thousand years, not the slightest mishap had ever occurred.
But just now, while he had been practicing in his cave residence, his mind and spirit had inexplicably throbbed. One had to know that once cultivation reached their level, although they could not foretell the future, certain omens were still incomparably accurate.
That was the sect's most important secret. Xu Jinqing naturally did not dare be the least bit careless, so without another word, he went alone to the Treasure Pavilion, hoping he had merely been overthinking things.
Who would have thought there really was an intruder—and one with absurdly high strength at that: a Demon Cultivator at the middle stage of transformation. Xu Jinqing's eyes nearly split with rage. The two exchanged only a few words before falling out, each displaying their divine abilities and launching into a furious battle.
At the height of the fierce clash, a sound like muffled thunder rumbled up from beneath the ground and entered their ears. The earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the temperature abruptly rose. Peacock Fairy merely found it somewhat strange, but Old Monster Xu's face turned deathly pale, and venomous light shot from his eyes. "You have companions?"
Peacock Fairy was startled, not knowing why the other party would know, but with her proud nature, she naturally disdained to answer. Her willow brows lifted slightly, and she said nothing.
Xu Jinqing was so furious smoke practically poured from his seven orifices—not because of the other party's rudeness, but because anxiety burned in his heart. Judging by this commotion, could something have gone wrong with that strange ancient formation?