The Chaotic Sea of Origin

But within an area where time had slowed a hundredfold, the mental strain Chu Ming actually expended was equivalent to a hundred days in the outside world.

His face gradually turned pale, and cold sweat seeped from his brow, yet his gaze remained focused.

The stellar warning ward Su Li had set down suddenly trembled faintly.

"Someone's approaching!" Su Li shouted in a low voice.

Almost at the same moment, the sound of something tearing through the air came from downstream in the river valley!

Five crimson streaks of light ripped through the multicolored radiance and sped toward the courtyard!

At their head was an elderly man in crimson robes, his beard and hair both fiery red, his face vicious and fierce. Flames rose around his body.

The pressure of an early third-step cultivator spread without the slightest concealment. He was none other than Burning Flame Old Ancestor, one of the third-step venerables leading Heaven-Burning Valley's party this time!

Four Heaven-Burning Valley cultivators followed behind him. Chu Ming had seen two of them before—they were Yan Xiao's guards.

The other two had somewhat weaker auras, but they were still at the peak of the second step.

"Hahaha! So you really are here!" Burning Flame Old Ancestor's gaze swept across the courtyard, greed flashing in his eyes. "A courtyard sealed by time! There must be a great treasure within! Little Chu Ming, thank you for leading the way!"

Dao Master Leihuang roared and raised his axes across the path before them. "You old bastard, you want to reap what others have sown? You'll have to get past me first!"

Burning Flame Old Ancestor sneered disdainfully. "Even an ant dares block my path? Get lost!"

With a casual wave of his hand, crimson flames transformed into a massive palm that came crashing