The Fisherman and the Yellow Oriole

The entire platform was shrouded in a dark array barrier.

Outside the barrier, two figures stood suspended in mid-air.

One was seven feet tall, and the other was over twenty feet tall.

It was Yuan Hao Wind Eagle.

The two demons had clearly attacked the array barrier, but to no avail.

"It seems that the two of us alone are not enough to break through this formation," Wind Eagle said.

Yuan Hao asked, "Then what should we do?"

Wind Eagle frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"The only feasible solution right now is for us to retreat temporarily, hide in the shadows, and wait for the Human Race to arrive. Once the Human Race successfully break the formation, we can then seize the opportunity to attack and take control of the Holy Demon's corpse."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hao felt somewhat unwilling.

"We went through great lengths to find a Demon Race with the bloodline of a holy demon in the vast sea. Guided by this bloodline, we arrived here before the Human Race. The corpse of the holy demon is right before our eyes. How can we give up such a great fortuitous opportunity? If the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Human Race were to arrive, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for us to seize the corpse."

Wind Eagle's lips curled slightly. "Human Race aren't as united as you think. With so many of them, they'll fight amongst themselves. Once they're both weakened, we can reap the benefits."

Yuan Hao stared at the Corpse Coffin inside the formation, its eyes filled with eagerness. It didn't want to leave, but it couldn't think of a better way, so it could only nod in agreement.

"Alright, as you say. Hopefully, everything will go as smoothly as you predict."

After discussing their plan, the two slowly retreated.

To Jing Wuming's relief, the two demons did not retreat in his direction, but instead headed deeper into the cave.

After the two demons had gone far away, Jing Wuming stared at the high platform, frowning in deep thought.

Unlike the two demons, he had made thorough preparations before entering the secret realm. He was not only proficient in the art of formations, but also purchased a Forbidden-Breaking Pearl at a high price.

Therefore, he was quite confident in breaking the high platform formation.

But right now, two fourth-tier Demon Beasts are lurking nearby, watching him intently; he naturally cannot rashly break the formation.

Otherwise, instead of obtaining the treasure, they might suffer the wrath of the Demon Beast.

Jing Wuming slowly retreated until he reached the bronze door.

With a thought, he unleashed a burst of magical Law Power.

Under the pull of Law Power, the bronze door slowly closed.

A soft "click!" sounded.

The bronze door was tightly shut.

Jing Wuming continued for several miles and hid in Cave east of the bronze gate.

Since the two powerful demons want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, why can't he be the one to "stalk the cicada"?

Several hours later, the bronze door opened again.

It was Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao who had come in pursuit of Jing Wuming.

"Jing Wuming there before us, so why is the bronze door closed?"

After the two passed through the bronze gate and arrived at the Cave, Xing Wenyao asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid it was Jing Wuming who did this on purpose, creating the illusion that no one has arrived yet," Xing Gaohan said.

Xing Wenyao sneered.

"He probably never imagined that we have the Nether Fox and could track his scent all the way here."

Xing Gaohan said, "We should still be cautious and not be careless."

Xing Wenyao nodded and asked, "Which direction should we go?"

Xing Gaohan pointed to the west, "It should be in this direction."

Believing that Jing Wuming was just ahead, and fearing to alert him, the two concealed their presence and slowly headed west.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the two arrived at the cave hall where the high platform was located.

Since it was not attacked, the black array barrier on the high platform has disappeared.

"Why is Jing Wuming to be seen?" Xing Wenyao asked.

Xing Gaohan shook his head and did not answer immediately, his eyes carefully scanning the area around the platform.

After a moment, Xing Gaohan said, "There are traces left on the ground after someone made a move. The traces are still very fresh, so the other party must have left not long ago, only a few hours ago."

Xing Wenyao frowned. "Could it be that Jing Wuming was unable to break the formation here and had no choice but to retreat?"

"That should be the case," Xing Gaohan said.

Xing Wenyao asked, "Then where did he go?"

Xing Gaohan said, "This is the most central place in the entire secret realm, and also the place with the most precious treasures. Jing Wuming will not give up easily. He is very likely hiding somewhere nearby. Jing Wuming alone is not a threat! You concentrate on breaking the formation, and I will protect you."

"Good!"

Clearly, the Xing Family had already gathered some information about this formation during their previous exploration of the secret realm.

Xing Wenyao came prepared.

He flew to the platform, summoned nine Squad Commander, and began to break the formation on the platform.

Under his control, nine Squad Commander landed around the high platform.

The Squad Commander emitted a dazzling blue light, like nine serpents winding their way towards the center of the platform.

In an instant, the dark barrier reappeared on the high platform.

A large amount of black light surged from the barrier, blocking all nine beams of azure light.

Xing Wenyao was not in a hurry, and calmly manipulated the nine Squad Commander.

Time passed second by second, and under the continuous attacks of cyan light, the black energy released by the formation was gradually consumed.

Three days later, a slight "crack" sound was heard, and a tiny crack appeared on the dark barrier.

A hint of joy flashed in Xing Wenyao's eyes.

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and once again activated the nine Squad Commander.

As he moved, the crack gradually widened, and finally, with a muffled "boom," the dark barrier completely collapsed and dissipated.

The formation has been broken!

Xing Wenyao stood up, his gaze fixed intently on the high platform.

Xing Gaohan, who was monitoring the surrounding activity from a short distance away, also turned his head and looked over, his face showing undisguised surprise.

Xing Gaohan leaped into the air and swiftly flew towards the high platform.

Xing Wenyao also wanted to get up and fly onto the high platform, but was stopped by Xing Gaohan's words.

"Wen Yao, you stay here and keep watch. I'm going to retrieve the Demon Soul Spirit-Breaking Pill."

Upon hearing this, Xing Wenyao looked at Xing Gaohan passing overhead, a hint of resentment flashing deep in his eyes.

Xing Gaohan flew to the top of the stone coffin, and everything inside came into view.

Inside the stone coffin lay the corpse of Demon Beast over three zhang tall.

The Demon Beast has a horse's head, deer antlers, a snake's body, a lion's tail, and four hooves. It bears some resemblance to the legendary divine beast Bai Ze.

The Demon Beast's corpse seemed to be sealed by some force, and was preserved extremely well, without decaying over time.

The four chains that extended from the high platform into the stone coffin had their ends embedded in the four hooves of the Demon Beast.

The square stone pillar that stretched straight to the dome landed squarely on the Demon Beast.

The chains and stone pillars seemed to be there to suppress the corpse.

However, there's no need to suppress a mere Demon Beast's corpse.

There is only one possibility: the chains and stone pillars were used to suppress and imprison the Demon Beast when it was still alive.

"It really is the Wind-Thunder Golden-Eyed Beast," Xing Gaohan muttered to himself.