At the same time, in Absolute Valley, a thousand miles from the ruins of the Ye'e Tribe's Imperial City.
Two Warrior commanders with half-step Earth Rank cultivation, but no official grade or place on the roster of Earthly Fiend Generals, each led a squad of just over ten elite troops from the Warrior Administration on patrol.
All wore armor and carried sharp weapons, dressed like soldiers of the mortal world. Clearly distinct from undisciplined grassroots rogue cultivators and spirit-taming experts, they were troops dispatched to guard this place.
Because of Fang Qianyuan's earlier actions, this site had been confirmed to hold immense archaeological value. Yet the workings of its restrictions and mechanisms remained unknown, as did the patterns governing its distortions of space and time. Even Yang Xia, who had been lucky enough to obtain a treasure, might not be able to enter that secret chamber again if he retraced his steps. The only option was to seal it off for gradual investigation later.
In truth, Fang Qianyuan felt entirely capable of breaking open ancient ruins of this kind himself.
But even he could only resort to brute force, unleashing large-scale divine abilities and spells from outside to bombard it mercilessly and shatter the void itself. All its restrictions and formation arrays would naturally cease to function.
If he did so, however, he would very likely destroy the entire underground tomb palace, burying its hidden secrets forever.
For the moment, he had no other solution and could only choose to secure control of it first.
Fortunately, leaving it here was like letting meat fall apart inside the pot: it would neither jump out nor run away.
He could still spare a squad or two to guard it.
For Fang Qianyuan and the Azure Cloud Sect, this firmly established their ownership