The Twelve Ancient Sects could not intervene. The Big Dipper Sword Formation was the only means of dealing with the One Hundred Thousand Evil Spirit.
Since the Primordial Antiquity Ruins might contain the Ancient Painting Scroll, the ideal material for refining the formation diagram, Lin Mo would never let this opportunity slip away!
"Sorry for the trouble, Senior. Please lead the way."
Lin Mo cupped his hands in salute, his gaze resolute. "Whether or not the Ancient Painting Scroll exists within the Primordial Antiquity Ruins, I will do everything in my power to find precious materials suitable for refining the Big Dipper Formation Diagram!"
He truly deserved to be called the Master of the Era. That confidence alone was something no ordinary cultivator could match...
Yang Fenggu looked deeply gratified and gently rested a hand on Lin Mo's shoulder.
Hum!
A spatial ripple appeared out of thin air, enveloped the two of them, then vanished.
Xue Qingcheng had just been about to stop them. Staring at the spot where Lin Mo had disappeared, she stamped her feet in agitation. "Is he an idiot? He doesn't even know what the Primordial Antiquity Ruins are like, yet he dares to barge in?!"
"Once he enters, even I won't be able to help him. He... he might as well anger me to death!"
Although Hai Beier was the Sea Tribe Princess, she had only heard of the Primordial Antiquity Ruins and had never ventured inside.
She frowned slightly, puzzled. "Father said it was nothing more than a desolate land, with at most a few ordinary demon beasts below the sixth tier."
"With Lin Mo's cultivation, dealing with those low-tier demon beasts would be as easy as turning his hand over. Surely his life couldn't be in danger?"
Xue Qingcheng rolled her eyes, but