Above the Divine Lord

Purple Gold Medicine Saint flew away as well. He, Ou Mingyin, and Danxin Old Ancestor flew toward the outside of the great formation. However, after flying only a short distance, they realized something was wrong. The surrounding space seemed to have been locked down.

"Hmm?"

The expressions of the three Medicine Saints turned cold. They saw a wretched old man sealing off this entire stretch of space as he leisurely sauntered out.

"What do you mean by this?" Ou Mingyin demanded.

"Danxin Old Ancestor, have you forgotten something?" Old Man Black Stone said slowly.

"What?" An ominous premonition rose in Danxin Old Ancestor's heart.

"Your wager with Yi Yun. Shouldn't you leave something behind?"

"Hmm!? What nonsense are you spouting!" Danxin Old Ancestor flew into a rage. When he entered the formation, he had indeed made a wager with Yi Yun. He had bet fifty catties of Purple Spirit Medicine Soil against all the ancient texts left behind by the Medicine God, as well as the Medicine God Cauldron. However, the wager had not been about who could repair the great formation—after all, the formation had not yet collapsed at the time—but about who could complete the Medicine Nurturing Great Formation first within two hundred years.

Yi Yun had not completed the Medicine Nurturing Great Formation either. He had merely repaired it, and the two-hundred-year limit had not yet arrived. Yet this old man had directly opened his mouth to demand the Purple Spirit Medicine Soil.

"I haven't lost the wager yet, and you're already trying to rob me?"

"Heh, are you joking with me? Who knows where you'll have gone two hundred years from now? Besides, isn't the winner already obvious? It's only a matter of time before Yi Yun completes the Medicine Nurturing Great Formation, while you've already