Looting

At this moment, above the lake, the Suppressing Prison Tower, which had stood in tranquil stillness, seemed to have had its peace shattered by something. With a roaring Dragon's Roar, several cultivators hoping to fish in troubled waters were reduced to piles of ash amid blazing flames before they could even react.

The flames blazed fiercely, and ash scattered across the lake. Once washed by the water, it disappeared without a trace.

In the darkness, some cultivators harboring delusions trembled inwardly upon witnessing this tragedy. Their greed instantly vanished, and they no longer dared to cast even the slightest covetous glance.

With no outside forces interfering, the towering ancient pagoda gradually returned to tranquility. Nine phantom dragon souls circled around it.

The lake water rippled, and the flames burned brightly. Everything was as it had been before, save for the hidden watchers who had been lost. Yet after roughly half an hour, light suddenly emerged from amid those dark ruins. A thin layer of white light covered the peculiar jade floor. As the light flickered, formation restriction patterns appeared one after another, as though the surface veil had been peeled away, slowly revealing themselves in crisscrossing lines atop the fluorescent glow.

Chu Mu heaved a sigh of relief. Crimson fire flickered at his fingertips, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised a finger and tapped one of the revealed formation restriction veins.

Upon the flawless white fluorescence, a spot of crimson stained it, as though inlaid there, firmly imprinted upon that glowing floor.

Then, as though sensing the intrusion of an outside force, the white fluorescence suddenly intensified, and the crisscrossing formation restriction patterns shone brilliantly.

Yet this eruptive sight lasted less than a moment. Under the blazing eruption of that crimson point, the entire fluorescent floor flickered violently several