"Yes."
As for the gigantic Creation Tree, no one could pull it out without him anyway. Bian Chunchou decided to leave the tree here for now. After all... once they took the tree away, they would have no way of recognizing where the exit was. If they ended up like turtles caught in a jar, that would be disastrous.
Passing around the giant tree and entering the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Cauldrons, the temperature grew higher and higher. It might have been a relatively comfortable temperature, but after enduring the bitter cold for so long, neither of them was quite used to it. And... this place was simply too large—strangely vast, yet devoid of people, inevitably giving off a hollow, desolate feeling.
Bian Chunchou suddenly had an ominous premonition, and before long, he discovered—
This enormous pavilion was actually covered in Spirit-Seizing Formations of all sizes. Some had already been scrapped, while others were still struggling to operate. Though no people were in sight, one could imagine that they had once... been used to the utmost extreme.
In other words, the formation that stole cultivators' spiritual power for cultivation had indeed spread from the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Cauldrons. Wen Xu-Xu's guess had been correct—it was connected to the forging of a divine weapon.
This was simply... too deranged. A sword stained with the blood of so many people would be drenched in blood before it ever left its sheath. No matter how fine it was, it could never be mentioned in the same breath as the Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword.
Bian Chunchou could not understand it, but that did not stop him from actively searching for the place where it was forged.
Perhaps he could not stop the birth of this demonic weapon, but he had brought the gigantic Creation