The White Bone God Sealing Prison floated in the void, like a cage pieced together from the bones of some colossal beast.
More than a hundred figures stood suspended around the cage. At the center of the crowd, three Nascent Soul cultivators stood in a triangular formation, their pressure spreading in every direction as though tangible.
Netherflame Ancestor of the Nine Yang Sect wore a crimson Daoist robe. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, yet two clusters of ghostly blue flame danced within his pupils, as if ready to burst forth at any moment.
At that moment, he stared fixedly at the white bone cage, unable to suppress the disbelief on his face.
That Core Formation junior from three years ago could now actually make ripples arise in his Dao heart. It was utterly absurd.
To be honest, had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could break through from early Core Formation to peak Nascent Soul in merely three years. He himself had cultivated for a thousand years and had only recently broken through to late Nascent Soul.
Ten zhang away from him, Fu Sheng Ancestor of the Sacred Rune Sect stroked his long beard. The silver-threaded runes embroidered upon his plain white Daoist robe flowed ceaselessly beneath the sunlight.
He appeared composed, but his five fingers had already gripped three fourth-rank talismans within his sleeve.
Although the White Bone God Sealing Prison was the Blood Shadow Sect's sect-protecting treasure, it required three Nascent Soul cultivators to activate it together. When
he had first proposed setting this trap, he had been seventy percent testing and thirty percent hopeful. Now, however, only lingering fear remained. The spiritual pressure emanating from the cage even made his late Nascent Soul cultivation feel somewhat stagnant.