Three Inherited Saint Weapons that had lost their masters tried to tear through the void and fly away.
He easily suppressed them outright and took them into the Stone Pagoda.
"Rumble..." He plucked feathers from every goose that passed.
He also collected, one by one, several ancient stone steles inscribed with scriptures and the insights of past sages.
The two followed the passage toward the passage to the ninth layer.
Ahead, the view suddenly opened up.
A vast river of Yellow Springs Water, hundreds of zhang wide, surged endlessly out of nothingness.
It seethed there and thundered past, cutting off the way forward.
Even more astonishing was this.
On the opposite bank lay field after field of medicinal plants.
They were planted with ancient medicines, each shimmering with flowing colors and brimming with vitality.
Although many spirit medicines had withered and weathered away over the years, those that remained were still beyond measure in value.
By a rough estimate, there were at least a hundred ancient medicines more than forty or fifty thousand years old.
There were even no fewer than five or six Ancient Medicine Kings more than a hundred thousand years old.
"Heavens, there are actually so many Ancient Medicine Kings..."
Hong Luan's gaze burned.
She immediately assumed her true form, intending to fly over.
But Taiyi, with the Stone Pagoda above his head, stopped her outright.
"You can't fly across. Quasi-Emperor formation patterns interfere there, sealing divine power. You'll fall straight into the Yellow Springs Water..." Taiyi, who already knew, stopped Hong Luan as he gazed at the river of Yellow Springs Water, his eyes shining.
In that glimpse of the future, when they opened this place, the commotion had been so great that it drew many powerful cultivators.
In this place alone, more than a dozen