At this moment, at the entrance to the treasure vault, Chen Fan and four Rogue Cultivators were bound by golden ropes and trapped near the entrance.
Aside from Chen Fan, the other four wore expressions of utter panic, their eyes filled with despair. They all knew that this trip was truly fraught with peril; they had been reduced entirely to cannon fodder for testing the formation.
An elder of the Qin Clan at the initial Spirit Refining Stage looked indifferent, treating Chen Fan and the others as mere grass and weeds, their lives and deaths of no consequence.
"You need not worry. There are five Life Gates in the first step of this killing formation, but the direction for the second step cannot be found at all. Therefore, we suspect that only when someone stands on all five Life Gates simultaneously will the Life Gate for the second step open," the elder said in a deep voice.
This was indeed their conjecture. If they guessed right, all would be well. But if they guessed wrong, they knew that the ten formations would activate in an instant and suppress everyone within. Its power was comparable to a strike from a late Spirit Refining Stage expert—even the three elders were not confident they could withstand it head-on.
Chen Fan remained calm and silent. With the route Bald Bird had told him, he had nothing to fear.
His expression naturally stood in stark contrast to those of the other four. The Qin Clan's outstanding young genius noticed it and raised his brows, probing, "Wait. This young prodigy seems rather impressive—calm in the face of danger. May I ask who his master is?"
Only then did everyone come to their senses. This young man in green robes was actually at the late Golden Core