s path was straight and stretched downwards at an angle. There was a bend ahead, making it impossible to see where it led.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The spiritua...The hall's walls were mottled, with runes carved directly onto them. The strokes were bold and powerful, like iron lines drawn with silver hooks, bearing the marks of time.
The stone platform is older than the hall.
At first glance, it appears to be an ordinary, crescent-shaped stone platform, yet it exudes an inexplicable ancient charm that stirs the soul. It feels like something not of this world.
The stone platform was pockmarked and scarred, its surface a chaotic mess of intersecting wounds. Whether it had been ravaged by ancient warfare or always borne this appearance was unclear. The damage was so extensive that no discernible pattern could be made out.
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In the hall, there was nothing but a spirit-summoning array, a stone platform, and a thunderous plasma.
The stone platform was so ordinary, yet it could hover in mid-air without falling.
Look closely, and you'll discover that this is not the power of the stone platform itself, but the convergence of spiritual array power here. The location of the 'stone platform' is where the eye of the spiritual array lies.
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The thunderous lightning within the pool remains surprisingly docile, likely due to the protective influence of the spiritual formation. It's unclear what purpose the stone platform serves.
The spirit array and the stone platform were definitely not created by the same person, they are even from different eras. The person who left behind the spirit array placed the stone platform here, there must be a deep meaning to it.
The Robe Man stared intently at the stone platform with his eyes, for this was what the Old Ancestor of Black Snake Mountain had specifically requested.
He cautiously stepped into the hall, seeing nothing amiss. With a flash, he darted to the side of the thunder pool.
Although the Thunderplasma Pool remained unchanged, being so close to it sent shivers down the Black Robed Man's spine. His eyelids twitched nervously, and he moved with extreme caution.
Could this be a treasure
Looking at the stone platform, the man in black felt a sense of bewilderment.
No matter how you look at it, the Stone Platform doesn't resemble a treasure at all. It shows no signs of powerful inner strength. However, the ancient and archaic aura it emanates is truly awe-inspiring. To have survived from antiquity until now, it certainly can't be an ordinary object.
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The situation outside was urgent, but the man in black seemed unfazed.
He didn't rush to take back the stone platform. First, he took out a flying sword, activated it with his true energy, and lightly chopped it on the stone platform.
'Ding!'
The sound was crisp.
The flying sword was knocked away.
The robed man drew a spiritual sword, a treasure passed down through generations. He continued his attack, his strikes swift and relentless, but the enemy remained unscathed.
The stone platform was unusually hard.
Those shocking scars above, if they weren't already there, couldn't have possibly caused such damage to the stone platform. They certainly weren't inflicted by ordinary swords.
The black-robed man decisively sheathed his spirit sword, pressing his palm lightly against the stone platform. He channeled his true essence into it.
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The next moment, a faint light suddenly appeared on the surface of the stone platform. The hall was too bright, so one could only vaguely see this layer of light, illusory and ethereal, like faint starlight.
The Stone Platform finally showed signs of change, but the man in black had long been aware of this and was not excited. As he continued to stimulate his spiritual power, the starlight on the Stone Platform only became more intense, with no other changes.
"As expected, even the two Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race couldn't see through its true nature, thinking it was just a formation eye and something to aid in cultivation. I shouldn't expect to gain anything by relying on human methods."
The Dark Robe man could only retract his spiritual energy. After a moment of contemplation, his lips moved slightly, uttering strange syllables.
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Then, he extended his right hand, spreading his fingers wide. His arm suddenly revealed a strange tattoo, a tribal symbol of the witch clan. A ball of silver light condensed in the palm of the black-robed man's hand. With a low growl from the man, it landed on the stone platform with a 'crack'.
It was a bolt of lightning.
After striking the stone platform, the lightning did not disappear but transformed into a web of electricity, encasing the platform as if trying to penetrate it or awaken some hidden power within.
Unfortunately, the hooded man still failed. The stone platform remained the same, only emitting a faint light. And because the divine runes were too weak, the light was so dim it was almost invisible.
But he was not discouraged, because the Wu Clan's divine runes also encompassed a myriad of things, encompassing wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
The Wu clan's legacy, it must be a grand and magnificent technique that surpasses even the human race, yet for some unknown reason, it has been severed so completely.
The robed man urged various divine runes, evolving into different powers and even using the insect-like creatures, but still received no response from the stone platform.
Finally, the Black Robe's tricks ran out, and he could only give up.
“No wonder Master called it a treasure, not an illegal one. What secrets are hidden inside this thing It seems only Master or other Wuzhu Yuan Ying can solve it.”
The hooded man muttered to himself, his breath shifting. He retracted all the divine runes. Recalling the Nascent Soul’s parting words from the abandoned disciple at Mount Bullfighting, his true essence reappeared, splitting into several strands and disappearing into the spirit array.
In the array, runes flickered. The robed man took the opportunity to reach out and, with a lightning-fast grab, seized the stone pedestal. With a heave, he successfully pulled it free.
The hooded man's face lit up, and he directly put the stone platform into his pouch. However, from the corner of his eye, he saw something strange appear in the Thunder Plasma Pool.
The once perfectly calm plasma, now began to show subtle ripples on its surface. The energy of the plasma grew more and more ferocious, even influencing the surrounding roaming lightning power.
It is obvious that the stone platform is very important to the spirit array.
With the stone platform removed, the spirit array becomes unstable.
The runes within the spirit array flickered to life, shining brightly, but the surging energy of the thunderous plasma was unstoppable, it could not be suppressed.
If it were a pool brimming with lightning, once it erupted, the entire Holebright Island would be unable to escape. Even this thin layer chilled the cloaked man to the bone, causing him not to linger for a moment.
The robed man stomped his foot, swiftly retreating from the hall.
Outside the thunder cave.
The commotion caused by the lifting of the seal startled the cultivators at the alchemy stage from all major sects, who rushed to the island and were astonished to discover a group of unfamiliar witch race cultivators.
At this point, they couldn't possibly be any clearer: those three disciples from Mount Douniu were definitely up to something. They had been played for fools, led around like puppets while being infiltrated right under their noses.
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"Go back!"
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The Shaman cultivators reorganized the large formation. With a wave of the Beast King Banner, golden threads shot out from it, killing the two Human race Golden Core cultivators who were the fastest.
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The two of them sensed the power of the golden thread, their faces changed drastically, and they immediately activated their magical treasures to defend themselves. However, it was still useless. The golden thread swallowed their attacks and remained imposing. Startled, the two figures stopped abruptly and retreated rapidly. A single clash sent them flying back in a humiliating defeat.
Fortunately, the people behind also arrived.
“This is the Beast King Banner Formation, a famous technique of the Wu Clan!”
As everyone present was a seasoned veteran, someone recognized the Beast King Banner and gasped in surprise. The banner's crafting difficulty was immense, extraordinarily complex, and anyone possessing a Beast King Banner was undoubtedly from a top-tier Wuzhu sect.
"These witch clan members are not simple! The Beast King Banner is incomplete, so everyone needn't worry. Anyone who dares to infiltrate Donghming Island will not be let go!"
The highest-ranking cultivators of several races made arrangements, and the group quickly changed their formation to counterattack the Witch Clan cultivators.
The Human cultivators had the numerical advantage. Even with the Beast King Banner, the Shaman cultivators couldn't hold out for long.
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Just as they were getting anxious, the cloaked man finally emerged from the thunder cavern. Upon seeing the scene, he waved his arm and shouted, "The thing is in hand! Retreat!"
Having said that, the man in black robes darted away first.
The Wuzhu cultivators were overjoyed upon hearing this, urging the Beast King Banner to protect them as they quickly flew towards the location of the flag formation.
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