Unexpected Changes

Again stepping onto the land on the other side of the Swamp, Qin Yang's mind stirred, and the golden light under his feet reverted to a scroll of Ink Talismans, as did the golden light of the runes hanging above his head.

Crossing the Swamp, the power of the protective Ink Talismans used only a trace, the consumption was minimal, and the golden Ink Talismans only consumed one-third of their power.

After returning to its original state, it immediately began to slowly recover, and it would definitely recover all its power in at most a day.

Looking back, a few miles away, there were still two monsters chasing after him like madmen.

"I'll destroy your lairs sooner or later!" Qin Yang laughed loudly, turned around and left, heading straight for the Banyan Forest.

Outside, three experts worked together, trying to forcibly refine the penholder. The overall shape of the penholder had already been fully revealed. The area where the Abyss was originally located had been cut off by a hundred zhang, leaving only the hundred-zhang-high penholder standing upright.

However, at this moment, the ancient penholder trembled slightly, as if it was about to be pulled out of the ground.

"I didn't expect this treasure to be stronger than expected. The three of us working together have spent a full month. The Spirit Platform Saintess has sharp eyes..." Treasurer Jin stood in the void, sighing.

"Treasurer Jin, could it be that you regret it?" From inside the Seven Fragrance Carriage, came the Spirit Platform Saintess's cold and clear voice, like the sound of ice spring falling onto a jade plate.

"That's not the case, it's just a joke. Speaking of which, I'm curious. After a month, even if the people from the Demon Stone Saint Sect ran here, they should have arrived. Why are there no signs of them? The Demon Stone Saint Sect can't possibly not know about this..." Treasurer Jin's tone carried a hint of doubt...

"Hahaha, Treasurer Jin has been in seclusion and probably doesn't know. The Demon Stone Saint Sect is in trouble, Sect Master Mo is overwhelmed and his lungs have exploded three times. How can he be in the mood to care about things here?" Great Elder laughed loudly, completely losing his composure.

"Oh? What could make Sect Master Mo so angry?"

"You know about the Thieves' Sect, right?"

"The Thieves' Sect? Isn't that sect destroyed tens of thousands of years ago? Now only a few words of legend remain. I heard before that the Thieves' Sect was re-established, but they don't even have a sect headquarters. How did Sect Master Mo provoke the Thieves' Sect?" Treasurer Jin's eyes were curious. The Ten Thousand Eternity Commerce was simply too familiar with this Thieves' Sect...

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Ten Thousand Eternity Commerce was at its peak, it provoked someone from the Thieves' Sect. The then-Great Treasurer of Hu Liang made a bold statement, saying that he would catch the Thieves' Sect bandits. Then, overnight, a secret vault was emptied. The then-Great Treasurer vomited blood for three days, lost his mind in anger, and flew around cursing for seven days, but he still couldn't even find a shadow of them...

Later, the Great Treasurer of Hu Liang was transferred away, and he painstakingly created several secret techniques and restrictions specifically to restrain those elusive Thieves' Sect people. Unfortunately, before he had a chance to fight, the Thieves' Sect was touched at their base, and they were destroyed in just a few days...

He didn't expect that tens of thousands of years later, there would still be remnants of the Thieves' Sect appearing...

"Sect Master Mo was unbridled in his words. Three years ago, when visiting a friend, he somehow spoke wildly, belittling the former Thieves' Sect, and even belittled the Thieves' Sect people who have appeared in recent years as clowns..." The Great Elder couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

"Who would have thought that three years later, Sect Master Mo himself had forgotten about this matter, but unexpectedly, the ancestral tombs of the Demon Stone Saint Sect were raided. Sect Master Mo's master's coffin was placed outside the Demon Stone Saint Sect's mountain gate, forcing Sect Master Mo to take the initiative to apologize for his past words, saying that if he didn't bow his head in public, they would invite the many sages of the Demon Stone Saint Sect out to bask in the sun..."

"This..." Treasurer Jin was speechless and laughed when he heard this. This was really the style of the Thieves' Sect, extremely lacking in virtue...

However, everyone just listened and enjoyed it. The Demon Stone Saint Sect would definitely not give in, and the Thieves' Sect would definitely not give up easily. As long as the Thieves' Sect didn't provoke them, they wouldn't provoke them either. Being able to enter and leave the Demon Stone Saint Sect as if it were nothing, it seemed that the successor of the Thieves' Sect had been born for many years. Everyone was burning incense that they hadn't come to cause trouble for them...

Let them cause trouble for the Demon Stone Saint Sect. Anyway, even if others were willing to help, the Demon Stone Saint Sect wouldn't accept it...

"Buzz..."

A soft hum resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the three experts immediately restrained their idle thoughts.

"Everyone, the penholder is about to be refined!"

The hundred-zhang penholder sitting on the ground soared into the sky, radiating rays of light, setting off thousands of waves. As the three of them worked together to refine it, the hundred-zhang-high penholder rapidly shrank, but the spiritual light became even more compelling. The power added by the three of them was even showing a tendency to be forced back.

But in an instant, the three great powers simultaneously increased their power and went all out. The speed at which the penholder shrank was even faster. In just a few breaths, it transformed into a penholder that was only three inches tall, and rays of light gushed out from it, like a blazing sun.

"Thank you both, seniors, for your help." The Spirit Platform Saintess thanked them, and with a roll of spiritual light, she was about to fly back with the penholder.

At this moment, a hand appeared out of thin air in mid-air, grabbed the penholder, and in an instant, shrank into the void and disappeared without a trace...

"How dare you!" The Spirit Platform Saintess shouted, and thousands of divine lights burst out, like thousands of sharp blades intersecting, strangling heaven and earth. Black cracks appeared, the void shattered, and waves surged.

In an instant, everything within a ten-mile radius was reduced to dust. In the midst of the waves, an old man in black appeared out of nowhere. His figure was extremely agile, and with just two somersaults, he inexplicably escaped this strangling space.

"Hey, little girl, I just thought this pen holder was exquisite and wanted to play with it. Is it necessary to get so angry?" The old man's eyebrows drooped, he winked, and held the trembling pen holder in his hand, but his hand was as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest shake.

"Empty Hand of Wonders, Void Strolling Steps, impressive. So it's a senior from the Thieves' Sect who has arrived. My respects," Treasurer Jin said, his eyes flashing, and he bowed.

"You little guy has good eyes, you know a lot. I want this pen holder. As for the price, I'll give you a word: you underestimate Purple Firmament Dao Lord too much. Even if he died in a hurry, the arrangements he made wouldn't be so simple." The old man chuckled, shook his body, and disappeared...

The Spirit Platform Saintess wanted to chase, but saw the Great Elder's face was solemn, the divine light in his eyes surged, and he kept peering into the ground.

"Don't chase, something's wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom of a world seemed to float in the air, reflecting the Secret Realm.

Crack...

A crack appeared in the phantom, and the part of the phantom seen in the crack instantly became solid...

Crack... Crack...

A series of crisp sounds echoed continuously. The phantom floating in the sky had more and more cracks, and then a giant tree that had been cut in half fell from the sky from the cracks in the phantom...

"Damn it, the Secret Realm is about to completely collapse!" Treasurer Jin's expression changed.

"No wonder a ghost domain could form here. It turns out to be a game within a game, a nested pattern!" The Great Elder's eyes were like lanterns, illuminating the earth, and his face became more and more ugly.

"Great Elder, what do you mean?"

"Our strength is insufficient, our vision is not good enough, and we can't see through it. We can't see the profound arrangement of Purple Firmament Dao Lord. If a powerhouse like Sect Master were to come, he would definitely be able to see it. Once the pen holder is refined, the Secret Realm will naturally collapse. No one dares to act rashly, they will only keep the pen holder and leave the Secret Realm as a treasure land, constantly sending their disciples in to seek the Purple Firmament Dao Lord's inheritance, and the true mausoleum of Purple Firmament Dao Lord will forever be as solid as a mountain, and no one will be able to find it."

"Great Elder, are you saying?"

"That's right, the pen holder was refined, and the Secret Realm collapsed. We stumbled upon it, acted rashly, and actually led out the true mausoleum hidden beneath the Secret Realm! The Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Mausoleum is really here!"

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