Translator: CinderTL
The six of them passed through the barrier at the cave entrance and were greeted by a small plaza, only about a mile wide.
At the center of the plaza, a man sat cross-legged, meditating to heal his injuries.
This man was none other than Gou Jun.
He had entered the Primordial Origin Cave a full seven days ahead of Lan Chen and the others, never expecting that they would catch up to him.
The sudden appearance of the six shocked Gou Jun.
He hastily ended his meditation and stood up, eyeing them warily.
"How did you get here?"
"How did you obtain the method to resist the Ghost Mist?"
"And how did you navigate the intricate maze of the Primordial Origin Cave?"
Gou Jun fired off a series of questions, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment.
Yang Yu smiled faintly, a hint of mockery on his face.
"Gou Jun, before entering the Divine Blood Hall, you repeatedly claimed to have no knowledge of its interior. You suggested we join forces to explore the mysteries of the Divine Blood Hall and search for the 'Fallen Immortal Blood.'"
"But in reality, you were merely using us to fend off the various dangers within the Divine Blood Hall, so you could safely reach the Divine Blood Peak."
"However, you never imagined that your plan to enter the Primordial Origin Cave alone, relying on your method to resist the Ghost Mist and using the cave's Ghost Mist and maze to block us, would actually help us. It cleared the path of Resentful Spirits, allowing us to proceed unimpeded."
Upon hearing this, Gou Jun was filled with resentment.
His gaze shifted to Song Wen, his eyes blazing with anger.
"It must be you! You were the one who taught them the method to resist the Ghost Mist."
Song Wen had been the first to enter the Primordial Origin Cave right under Gou Jun's nose. Gou Jun had waited at the cave entrance for a long time, yet Song Wen had not been forced to retreat due to contamination by the Ghost Mist.
This was enough to prove that Song Wen possessed the method to resist the Ghost Mist.
Song Wen did not bother to defend himself. Gou Jun had already intended to kill him, so what was the point of arguing?
"Gou Jun, don't get too arrogant! You're injured, and we have six Nascent Soul cultivators here. If you don't want to die, hand over the secrets of this mountain, and we might spare your life. Otherwise, the so-called number one cultivator of the Tianyuan Continent might just meet his end here today," Yang Yu said coldly.
"You think you can kill me? Over a hundred years ago, the five major sects of the righteous path joined forces and still couldn't touch me. A hundred years have passed, and I'd like to see how much you've improved."
Facing the six who were gradually exuding killing intent, Gou Jun remained unflinching.
With a wave of his hand, twelve black Corpse Coffins appeared, floating in the air.
The coffins formed a circle, surrounding and protecting Gou Jun.
Gou Jun's hands continuously formed magic seals, and waves of obscure and incomprehensible energy radiated outward from him.
The twelve black Corpse Coffins slowly rotated in the air, releasing dense Corpse Qi that resonated with the energy emanating from Gou Jun.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
From within the coffins, a series of corpse roars echoed.
The twelve black Corpse Coffins suddenly lit up with a dark, eerie glow. These lights intertwined and merged in the air, eventually forming a massive, hundred-zhang-tall Giant Corpse phantom.
The Giant Corpse phantom was incredibly solid, as if a real hundred-zhang-tall Giant Corpse stood before them.
"The Twelve Capital Corpses Formation!"
Yang Yu's expression immediately turned grave.
He slapped both hands to his waist, and two demonic beasts appeared beside him, one on the left and one on the right.
The one on the left was the Blood Wraith Beast.
On the right was a giant spider.
The spider stood several zhang tall, its body covered in a layer of crystal-clear carapace, as if formed from millennia-old ice. Its eight slender legs were lined with rows of barbs.
This spider, like the Blood Wraith Beast, was also a peak fourth-tier demon beast.
Gou Jun and Yang Yu stood in a tense confrontation, an invisible pressure filling the air, making the atmosphere around them heavy.
"Benefactors, please do not act in anger," Mi Hai said, clasping his hands together with a compassionate expression.
"We have known each other for centuries. Now, before we have even seen the treasures within the Divine Blood Mountain, why should we let a momentary dispute harm our harmony?"
"Benefactors, why not each take a step back and prioritize peace? Benefactor Gou Jun, share the information you have about the Divine Blood Mountain with us. Benefactor Yang Yu, please also show leniency and let go of Benefactor Gou Jun's previous transgressions. What do you think?"
After a moment of silence, the aura around Gou Jun gradually dissipated, and the Twelve Capitals Corpse Formation slowly ceased its operation.
"Fine! I'll agree to Mi Hai's suggestion. However... I have one condition."
At this, Gou Jun raised his hand and pointed at Song Wen.
"Yin Shuo ruined my plans. He must die. You must hand him over to me."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's gaze turned to Song Wen.
Song Wen immediately sensed the danger.
Under the temptation of the Divine Transformation opportunity, even Lan Chen and Mo Yexue might agree to Gou Jun's demand, let alone Mi Hai and Yang Yu.
As for Xue Mei, Song Wen wasn't sure if she would take advantage of the situation, but he was certain she wouldn't lend him any help.
Song Wen's eyes flickered as he quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for an escape route.
The simplest way to escape was undoubtedly the Primordial Origin Cave behind him. As long as he could flee into the cave and rely on the Nether Fox's senses, no one would be able to find him.
The second escape route was the small path ahead. At the other end of the plaza was a sloping mountain, with a winding path covered in a thick, uneven mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
As for whether the path held any dangers, Song Wen couldn't tell for now.
Just then, a sharp voice suddenly rang out.
"Gou Jun, you're dreaming. We're not handing Yin Shuo over to you. Do you really think your Twelve Capitals Corpse Formation can stop the six of us?"
To Song Wen's surprise, it was Mo Yexue who came to his defense.
As her red lips parted and her words flowed, eighteen high-grade Mystic Treasure flying swords suddenly appeared, circling around her in a slow rotation.
The swords gleamed, their shadows intertwining.
Sharp Sword Qi materialized out of thin air, forming a complex sword formation.
Within the formation, strands of crimson-red flames appeared, exuding a majestic aura.
Song Wen keenly noticed that this sword formation felt familiar to him.
It bore some resemblance to the Evil Extermination Sword Formation he had obtained from Ji Ru Xue.
However, the sword formation Mo Yexue activated had more flying swords and greater power. Moreover, she had replaced the Thunder Magic, one of the key elements of the formation, with Primal Luminary True Fire.
This Evil Extermination Sword Formation, in contrast to Gou Jun's Twelve Capitals Corpse Formation, represented righteousness against evil, with the former having a clear advantage over the latter.
"Although I, Mo Yexue, am not a paragon of virtue, I understand the importance of repaying kindness. Without Yin Shuo, Lan Chen and I would have found it difficult to reach this point. If you wish to kill Yin Shuo, you'll have to ask my sword for permission first!" Mo Yexue declared with unwavering determination.
(End of the Chapter)
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