Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1104: Chapter 750: Entering the Formation (2)

But when the three Martial God experts stepped forward, the mountain hollow suddenly burst into a kaleidoscope of flowing colors, resembling an invisible shield blocking them.

“Are you both ready?” Duan Qingyun asked in a deep voice, holding a long sword.

“We can begin, senior!” Yue Su also took out a long sword, though hers was a waist-wrapped soft sword.

The three exchanged a glance, simultaneously unleashing a Sword Qi at the invisible shield.

In the next moment, the shield rippled and then cracked, breaking open with a crisp sound, miraculously creating a breach three yards high and over ten yards wide.

“One month from now, emerge from here, don’t be late, proceed!” Duan Qingyun commanded in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, everyone dared not delay, weaving between each other, flying in groups into the Ancient Array.

At this moment, everyone remained silent, their expressions somber. Everyone understood that once inside the forbidden land, they instantly became mortal enemies, even familiar acquaintances might stab each other in the back for Spiritual Objects.

The Lu family stood at the back, and Yang Zhenshan was the last.

After the crowd entered, Yang Zhenshan finally picked up speed and dashed into the Ancient Relic Array.

Upon stepping inside, Yang Zhenshan noticed the scenery had drastically changed; the rolling hills vanished, replaced by peaks like swords piercing the sky, towering all around. These peaks had various shapes; some twisted as if wrenched by immense force; some enveloped in perpetual mist, within which low rumbles echoed at times, like roars of ancient beasts.

Faintly, one could see temples and terraces erected atop peaks and in valleys, though these structures appeared shabby, some even collapsed.

At this point, everyone was swiftly diving deeper into the ruin, Lan Peng merely nodded at Yang Zhenshan before rushing southeast along with Lu Youning and Bai Mingyue.

Yang Zhenshan didn’t rush further inside but instead flashed up a towering tree, gazing southward.

According to information provided by the Lu family, the remnants in the Array grew more precious the further south one went, as each opening of the Great Array by the three sects started from the north, leaving the northern regions combed through countless times, with barely any valuable items remaining.

Hence the reason everyone hurried forward upon entering.

Yang Zhenshan’s primary goal in entering the Ancient Relic Array was the Golden Body Skill, so his first target was the Transmission Hall. After obtaining the Golden Body Skill, then he could explore other parts of the Array.

After carefully verifying the map to ensure its accuracy, Yang Zhenshan flew southwest.

The Transmission Hall was located in the western part of the Array, and since he was in the north, traversing over a hundred miles was necessary.

This place was a wasteland, and aside from the three sects organizing an entry every ten years, no outsiders could enter.

Thus, being in the Array felt like standing in a primordial wilderness.

The trees reached towards the sky with trunks thick enough for several people to wrap around, their lush leaves overlapping to obscure the sun. Underfoot, wild grasses grew rampant, reaching waist height, amid which flowers bloomed wantonly, colorful and brilliant. Vines like pythons entwined the trees, weaving a scene both deep, dense, and full of wildness.

Besides the exuberant vegetation, many dangerous Mutant Beasts lurked here!

Yang Zhenshan had barely covered two or three miles before beastly roars resonated from the south.

“Someone has encountered a Mutant Beast!”

Yang Zhenshan halted, his alertness heightened several times over.

After pondering, he decided to slow his pace.

He had an entire month, ample time, no need to rush.

His ambition differed from others; others sought Cultivation Techniques and more Spiritual Objects, eager to snatch all available treasures.

He sought only Cultivation Techniques; other Spiritual Objects were welcome, but he wouldn’t force acquisition.

Yang Zhenshan refrained from flying, choosing a calm pace, weaving through mighty trees.

He executed the Concealing Breath Skill to its peak, making his presence nearly undetectable.

Despite his caution, he began encountering minor trouble.

As he passed under a large tree, a foul scent suddenly wafted over, and a vividly colored snake darted from the side, biting fiercely at him.

“Damn!”

Yang Zhenshan cursed inwardly, pivoted, and thrust his spear unhesitatingly, pinning the snake’s head to the trunk.

The snake wasn’t dead yet, its lengthy body writhing and twisting, forcing Yang Zhenshan to abandon the spear.

Taking several steps back, Yang Zhenshan glared somberly at the snake.

This snake was much smaller than a Green-eyed Cold Snake he previously killed, merely a yard long, yet it was entirely emerald green and hidden among the trees, unnoticed.

The crucial fact was the snake’s venom!

An unknown venom; a bite would leave Yang Zhenshan heavily injured even if it meant survival.

The snake soon died, Yang Zhenshan retrieved the spear and returned to the Spirit Source Land with the snake carcass.

At the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau, Yu Qingyi watched Yang Zhenshan return with the snake, her brows slightly furrowed.

“Did you enter the Array?” she inquired softly.

“Yes! Encountered this creature right after entering!” Yang Zhenshan exhaled lightly.

“Poisonous snake?” Yu Qingyi approached to examine.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly.

Yu Qingyi thought, “Why not take Qinghong, or shall I accompany you?”

Qinghong was the Mutant Beast Level Flying Slave Eagle, daughter of Gold Feather and Sky Cloud, named Tian Yun by Yang Wanqi.

“No need, too many Mutant Beasts there. Qinghong might attract stronger ones, you better focus on breakthrough.”

“Once I reach the Transmission Hall, then I’ll let you out to find other Cultivation Techniques!”

Yang Zhenshan stated.

The Transmission Hall was unique; it housed many Cultivation Techniques but couldn’t be freely taken.

A protective Array guarded inside, allowing entrants to obtain one or more Cultivation Techniques, each suited to one’s personal cultivation needs.

Thus, once Yang Zhenshan reached the Transmission Hall, he’d permit everyone in the Spirit Source Land to queue up for techniques.

If the Transmission Hall offered techniques, he’d graciously accept them all.

He vowed not to rest until the Transmission Hall was emptied.

After a brief conversation with Yu Qingyi, Yang Zhenshan re-entered the Ancient Relic Array.

Traveling a hundred miles wasn’t far, yet not exactly close; at full speed, Yang Zhenshan would reach in half a day’s time.

However, within the Array, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t afford full speed, advancing cautiously instead.

Encountering Mutant Beasts on the way, he dispatched the easy targets and circumvented the troublesome ones.

As night fell, Yang Zhenshan returned to the Spirit Source Land to rest.

Compared to others, Yang Zhenshan held many advantages.

The greatest was his ability to rest in the Spirit Source Land, while others were forced to rest in perilous wilderness.

It took Yang Zhenshan two days to reach the Transmission Hall marked on the map; the hall embedded in mid-mountain, ancient temples inset the cliff, impressively mighty from afar.

Among the ruin, the Transmission Hall was the best-preserved temple, appearing relatively undamaged despite its age.

Before the Transmission Hall lay a vast square, pillars inscribed with countless Runes stood within, spiritual light faintly flickering.

Yang Zhenshan stepped up the stone steps into the square, stopping warily, observing the surroundings.

All around, towering trees flourished, wild plants rampant; visually, only a sea of verdant leaves and vines existed.

In front of Yang Zhenshan, over ten yards away, lay a patch of dark red bloodstains, still damp, evidently left within the last couple of days.