Without using any supernatural powers, it directly blasted towards the six people. After the Dao Seal appeared, it first fell into the golden ruins beneath their feet. Immediately afterwards, the countless metallic patterns that were originally scattered among the earth suddenly lit up. The crisscrossing light traces extended wildly from all directions, crossing thousands and tens of thousands of feet in the blink of an eye, and finally soared into the sky along the distant sky!
Chen Yong's expression finally changed. "Form the array!" The five of them moved at the same time, and the six previously secretly arranged Fate Soul landing points instantly connected. Grayish-white True Annihilation patterns unfolded from beneath their feet, preparing to connect the six of them into one.
On the other side, the man in black robes had also raised his hands. He brought his palms together in the center. Clang!!! Deep within the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, thousands of slumbering ancient swords resonated simultaneously.
The ancient swords did not rise from the ground, but their "sword concept" was forcibly activated. Countless fine, hair-like sharp marks crisscrossed around the six people, directly blocking their escape routes above, below, and to the left and right. The sword marks did not actually fall on their bodies, but only stopped a few feet away, yet each one had already locked down the six people's escape routes.
The white-robed cultivator raised a finger and pointed it downwards. At that moment, the three's essences completely merged. A massive gray-gold light curtain pressed down from the sky, overlapping with the Dao patterns spreading from the ground.
The area of Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins was completely sealed off.
Chen Yong looked up and around. The distant Sword Ruins that he could originally sense were rapidly blurring. Even the huge divine swords stuck tens of thousands of feet away were blocked by the gray-gold light curtain. After his Fate Soul sense reached out, it could only touch an extremely thick primordial barrier.
The man in the golden robes finally stepped forward slowly, his face no longer showing any probing. "Now," he said, glancing at Chen Yong's waist, "Put all your belongings on the ground. Leave none alive. I can let you leave alive."
Chen Yong didn't move. "Wishful thinking!!!" The golden-robed man raised an eyebrow slightly. The next instant, he raised his right palm. Boom!!! The True Annihilation Realm · Peak suddenly descended.
Without any further probing, the palm strike directly pressed down on Chen Yong and his group of six. After the palm print swept across the void, the previously clear metal ruins began to lose their true boundaries, and a large area of sword ruins simultaneously fell into a state of confusion between reality and illusion. The ground beneath the six people's feet, which was clearly there, became difficult to identify in an instant, and even the Fate Soul array patterns that had already been connected between them became briefly blurred.
"Rise!" Chen Yong shouted sternly.
The six people simultaneously took their positions, and the [Six Lives Return to Annihilation True Formation] was fully activated! The six Fate Soul origins converged along the array patterns, transforming into a six-pointed gray-white ancient seal that rose above and collided head-on with the descending palm print. Boom!!! The two True Annihilation origins clashed.
The hexagonal ancient seal sank sharply downwards, causing the bodies of the five True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage cultivators to tremble simultaneously. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the sword-wielding woman's mouth, and the metal ground beneath Chen Yong's feet caved in several feet. With just the first strike, the difference in cultivation levels between the two sides was already evident.
Chen Yong's eyes turned completely cold, while the man in the golden robe gave a soft "hmm," seemingly slightly surprised that the six people could withstand that palm strike. "Not bad." "What a pity."
The man in black robes had already attacked from the side. His figure took a step and disappeared instantly, reappearing less than ten feet to the right of the Six Fates Formation. His right hand spread out its five fingers, and a chaotic circular seal with inner and outer rings appeared in his palm.
The moment the circular seal appeared, Chen Yong's pupils suddenly contracted. He recognized this primal fluctuation, and even more so, he recognized the Dao patterns that harmonized internal and external, and where all paths returned to one source!
The man in black robes slammed his palm down. "Primordial Return to the Vein!" Buzz! The circular seal spun.
Hundreds of sword concepts that were originally independent were forcibly merged in an instant. Several completely different sword intents, such as slashing, thrusting, sharpening, and cutting, were fused into the same primordial source point and then simultaneously bombarded the right side of the Six Fates Formation.
Chen Yong's face darkened abruptly. "The Primordial Dao Clan!" Upon hearing this, the five people behind him were all startled.
The man in the golden robe did not deny it, and the white-robed cultivator's lips slowly curled into a smile. The man in the black robe pressed down on the Six Fates Formation with one palm, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery. "Since you've recognized it, why don't you hand over the goods?"
The last shred of hope in Chen Yong's heart vanished completely.
The Primordial Dao Clan, an Ancient Clan with a profound heritage in the Fourth Multidimensional Universe, is most adept at reconciling conflicting Daos back to a single source through their Dao of Fate Soul. The three before them have simultaneously reached the True Annihilation Realm · Peak; if one were to face just one of them...
Chen Yong was confident he could still hold his own, but with three people traveling together, plus his five companions who were only at the True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage, they had little chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Moreover, their opponents had already set their sights on their storage items; the ancient box was on him. There was no turning back today.
The hesitation in Chen Yong's eyes lasted only a moment. The next instant, he slammed his right hand against his brow. "Come out!" Buzz!!! An ancient bronze light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his consciousness.
A three-inch square bronze fragment appeared directly in front of Chen Yong: the Primordial Mirror!
After it appeared, there was no grand display. Only the broken bronze surface floated quietly, its edges jagged, and four naturally formed lines lit up one by one on the surface.
However, at that very moment, the composure on the golden-robed man's face changed for the first time; the black-robed man's hand, which was pressing down on the Six Fates Formation, also paused for a moment; and the white-robed cultivator's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The moment the Primordial Mirror appeared, the boundary between truth and falsehood that the three had forcibly blurred became clear again. The Golden Ruins were the Golden Ruins, the Ancient Sword was the Ancient Sword, and Chen Yong six companions still existed there.
The indistinguishable realm of truth and falsehood that the three had just created with their True Annihilation Origin was forcibly fixed in place by the primordial warp and weft on the mirror's surface. Everything that was wavering regained its simplest and most direct self-verification under the reflection of that fragment of the mirror.
"Those who prove themselves cannot have their achievements reduced to zero."
Chen Yong held up the Primordial Mirror with his right hand, its surface reflecting his eyes. In the next instant, four meridian lines suddenly spread out along the Six Fates Formation! Buzz!!! The array patterns beneath the six people's feet, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse, instantly stabilized.
That wasn't a recovery from their injuries, nor did it suddenly increase the five people's cultivation levels. The Primordial Mirror only did one thing: confirm that they were still here, confirm that the six Fate Soul still existed, and confirm that the formation had not yet collapsed. Such a simple fact became the strongest anchor in the clash between the True Annihilation Realm cultivators.
The man in the golden robe stared intently at the broken bronze mirror, his eyes finally revealing undisguised greed. "Primordial Supreme Treasure..."
Seeing the look in his eyes, Chen Yong's heart calmed down completely. There was no room for maneuver. Before the ancient box had even been exposed, the other party was already trying to steal their storage bags; now that the Primordial Mirror had appeared, it was even less likely that the three of them would let them leave.
Chen Yong suddenly turned around and looked at the five people behind him. The humility he had maintained earlier had vanished from his face, and the Fate Soul essence of the True Annihilation Realm · Peak was released without reservation. He held the Primordial Mirror in one hand and gripped the gray-black spear tightly with the other, his brows and eyes showing only the composure of someone facing battle.
"Listen carefully, everyone." All five looked at him at the same time.
Chen Yong's voice was deep and powerful. "We must go all out." His gaze swept over the five already wounded faces. "Otherwise, we will all die here today."
He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the three people in front of him. Golden robe, black robe, and white robe—the three cultivators of the Primordial Dao Clan had slowly dispersed, their True Annihilation Realm · Peak origins rising one after another.
"After all, the other side—" Chen Yong slowly raised his spear, the tip pointing directly at the three people. "are three cultivators at the True Annihilation Realm · Peak."
None of the five people behind them spoke. The woman with the sword wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the silver-gray short sword pointed forward again; the man with the heavy ruler gripped the hilt with both hands, and the Fate Soul array beneath his feet was fully lit; the divine weapons of the other three also unfolded at the same time.
The essence of all six Fate Soul merged into the Six Lives Return to Annihilation True Suchness Guardian Formation, with the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins Primordial Mirror suspended above its center. Opposite them, the greed in the eyes of the three Primordial Dao Clan cultivators was no longer concealed; deep within the Myriad Swords Golden Ruins, more and more ancient swords began to tremble. Clang!!!
As Chen Yong finished speaking, the continuous sword cries from the depths of the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins continued to echo layer by layer. He stood at the very front of the Six Lives Return to Annihilation True As Guarding Formation, gripping a gray-black spear in one hand and holding the Primordial Mirror, which floated above his palm, in the other. The four ancient warp and weft patterns on the mirror reflected his profile, casting light and shadow on his originally composed face.
At this moment, only Chen Yong himself knew that the anxiety in his chest had reached its Ultimate. Any one of the three True Annihilation Realm · Peak experts was enough to fight him head-on for a long time. Moreover, his other five companions had just experienced the battle in the Nine Nether Cold Pool, and their Fate Soul essence had been damaged to varying degrees. Once the formation was broken, they would not even have a second chance to reassemble.
What made him even more anxious was that this place was Wanjianjin. Looking around, countless ancient divine sword fragments were stuck in the ruins. Each sword had its own independent concept of sword, and the Primordial Dao Clan was best at forcibly incorporating all the available principles, origins, and concepts into their own Great Dao and then transforming them into offensive power.
Chen Yong's breathing quickened slightly, a faint panic rising from the depths of his Fate Soul, which he forcefully suppressed. He wouldn't allow himself to show any weakness at this moment. His grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white, his gaze still fixed on the three people in front of him.
Suddenly, a deep voice shouted, "They are from the Primordial Dao Clan! This is the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, and the Primordial Dao Clan is most skilled at using the surrounding environment to unleash their supernatural powers. Everyone must be careful!!!"
Upon hearing this, the five people behind him all tensed up. The woman holding the silver-gray short sword immediately suppressed her Fate Soul essence into the array position, and the other four also quickly focused their minds, none of them daring to spare a single thought to observe their surroundings. Those broken swords that were originally just sleeping in the ruins had now become weapons that could be borrowed by the enemy at any time.
Upon hearing Chen Yong's reminder, the golden-robed man opposite him slowly curled his lips into a cold smile. He did not rush to make a move; his eyes remained fixed on the Primordial Mirror. Primordial Mirror, the three men's previous contempt for the Primordial Mirror had vanished, replaced by an increasingly intense greed.
The words "Primordial Supreme Treasure" carry enough weight to shake the mind of any True Annihilation Realm cultivator, especially since they had just witnessed this bronze fragment, no more than three inches square, forcefully stabilize the Six Fates Great Formation, which was being eroded by three True Annihilation Origins, the moment it appeared in the world.
If they could possess such a treasure, they would have the strength to fight even against a powerful expert in the Eternal Silence Realm. Its value far exceeded the few storage bags they originally wanted to seize. The black-robed man's gaze gradually darkened. He and the gold-robed man had known each other for many years, and with just one glance, they already knew each other's intentions.
The white-robed cultivator slowly licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent. The three of them had previously considered letting the others go after taking the item, but now that the Primordial Mirror had been exposed, Chen Yong and his group of six absolutely could not leave this place alive.
Once the news of the appearance of the Primordial Supreme Treasure spreads, even if the three of them manage to obtain the treasure, they will inevitably attract countless covetous eyes in the future. There is only one safest way - kill all six people, seize the Primordial Mirror, and bury everything that happened today in the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins forever.
The man in the golden robe slowly raised his right hand, clenching his fist towards the air. The last trace of mockery in his expression vanished. "Since you've even brought out something like the Primordial Mirror, then you have no chance of leaving today."
The man in black robes didn't reply, but simply moved seven steps to the left; at the same time, the white-robed cultivator retreated nine zhang to the right. The three of them quickly formed a huge inverted triangle, firmly locking Chen Yong group of six in the center.