Chapter 125: Peerless Rare Treasure

"It's out... it's out." Yang Tian whispered excitedly, pulling out a bloodstone the size of a human head, his face brimming with ecstasy. The energy contained within was astonishing, with divine patterns swirling up to the sky and a vast ocean of qi and blood rolling endlessly, incredibly striking.

"So big... so big!" Looking at the bloodstone Yang Tian held, Qing Yuan's eyes gleamed, and he couldn't help but let out a loud howl. This single piece was worth all their previous gains combined; even a peak Dao artifact wouldn't be exchanged for it—this was a rare treasure.

"Not good, someone's coming." Just as they put it away, several figures appeared in the distance, rushing madly toward them. Dan Qu suddenly cried out in alarm.

The aura of the newcomers was vast. Yang Tian could faintly sense several spiritual forces locking onto them.

"Damn, there's an even bigger one below. What do we do?" Seeing this, Qing Yuan scratched his head, his face full of frustration, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Let them have it. Let those old geezers fight among themselves. We'll go inside." Xing Hao grinned fiercely, and they hurried deeper inside, moving much faster than before.

As the figures rushed over, they were immediately drawn to the qi and blood underground. One old man roared, "Such a large piece of top-grade bloodstone! This is top-grade bloodstone! I'm rich..."

"A top-grade bloodstone the size of a human head! This is a peerless treasure land!"

The old men went wild, completely forgetting about the youngsters. They began fighting among themselves, roaring and unleashing surging energy that spread through the cave.

A stone the size of a human head—those who arrived later fought madly for it. This item had an astonishing effect on breaking through cultivation levels.

"Those old geezers are indeed fighting." Sensing the energy fluctuations behind, Yang Tian's face broke into a smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hurry, there's a door ahead." Yang Tian and the others dashed forward frantically, not even picking up the few pieces of top-grade bloodstone they encountered along the way, lest they attract attention.

Arriving at the large door, Yang Tian and his companions tried to push it open, but found it incredibly heavy. Yang Tian exerted all his strength but couldn't budge it an inch.

"What material is this door made of? It's too heavy."

"Even with the three of us combined, we can't move it. What do we do?"

Clang! After a moment's thought, Yang Tian took out his broken sword and began cutting into the stone door.

Yang Tian wanted to break an opening. The stone door was dozens of zhang thick. Just as he pierced through the last layer of stone chips...

A surge of ancient energy burst forth, a rich life force rushing to meet them. The viscous ancient energy, like a fountain, gushed out in all directions, mixed with an extremely dense medicinal fragrance.

"Damn, get inside! There's a spiritual medicine!" Sensing the medicinal fragrance, their hearts tightened. This fluctuation was too great; the old monsters behind would surely notice.

Inside the palace, it was like a fairyland. Glowing clouds surrounded them, majestic mountains rose high, auspicious vapors swirled everywhere, and the air contained unimaginable energy. The refreshing scent of medicine danced in the air.

The entire palace was tens of thousands of zhang in size. Misty fog drifted through the air. On the peaks stood jade towers and magnificent buildings, countless and splendid, radiating auspicious light everywhere.

"Look! Spiritual medicines that definitely surpass the seventh rank!" Their eyes locked onto a medicinal field, where seven spiritual plants grew, intertwined with each other, each supported by beams of auspicious light, dazzling and brilliant.

As they approached, every pore on their bodies opened, every inch of flesh sublimated, their qi and blood churning. The medicinal power was astonishing; the age of these medicines was impossible to determine.

One of the spiritual plants was only the size of a palm, radiating golden light. Nine leaves shimmered with gold, and small golden dragons were woven from the emitted medicinal power, spitting mist, extremely dazzling.

The medicinal field below had become a treasure ground, as if paved with five-colored auspicious light, emitting hazy mist. Every inch was a peerless treasure land, having nearly become a supreme treasure after such a long time.

"How many years have they grown? They've even manifested visions." Qing Yuan swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, his face full of longing. Each spiritual plant could extend one's lifespan.

"The medicinal field... this is a great treasure..." At this moment, Yang Tian's attention was entirely captured by the five-colored medicinal field. Sensing the medicinal power contained within, he couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

This was a peerless precious soil. If spiritual medicines were planted here, they would grow rapidly. The essence of medicinal power inside was astonishing, and to Yang Tian, it was incomparable to those spiritual plants.

"How many years has this place been sealed? These spiritual plants must be over fifty thousand years old!" His eyes burned with fervor. Dan Qu went wild, unable to hold back a loud howl.

"Ao wu..." Xiao Bai blinked its big eyes, drool dripping to the ground. It paced in place, its snow-white tail wagging. From its expression, they could tell it couldn't enter that place.

Seeing Xiao Bai's demeanor, the group immediately sensed something and focused their attention on the surroundings.

"Damn... How could there be a formation here? That old bastard set up this formation!" Xing Hao howled, almost driven to murder. They couldn't see through the outer formation and couldn't approach.

"I wonder what's inside." Yang Tian murmured. Behind these spiritual plants was a dark cave, and the direction indicated by the Ancestral Dragon Ring was precisely here!

Just as they were yearning, several figures entered the cave, their auras extremely terrifying. Their eyes were instantly drawn to the seven spiritual plants.

"This... this... this is a peerless rare treasure!" One old man roared, his eyes burning with mad fervor, like an old virgin starved for countless years.

"We really took a loss this time. There's nothing left for us." Qing Yuan looked as if he might cry, staring helplessly at the newcomers. These people were extremely terrifying, not ordinary riffraff.

One of them couldn't resist. He spat out a small cauldron, which burst with琉璃 light, instantly expanding to the size of a mountain and crashing down onto the formation.

Boom! As the mountain-sized cauldron struck, the entire formation trembled and rotated. A brilliant divine light instantly sent the cauldron flying, while a dazzling beam of light shot out.

"Pfft pfft..." Too fast to react, the old man was pierced through, his body shattered into pieces.

Everyone around was stunned, mouths agape. A War King had been killed by the formation—its power was immense.

"Too terrifying. This is a great killing formation. A War King was slaughtered without any chance to resist." Seeing this, Yang Tian clicked his tongue. An old monster had been killed instantly, with no room for resistance.

The two beside him trembled at the sight. One gloomy old man gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Yang Tian and his group. He said darkly, "You dug out that top-grade bloodstone earlier, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Yang Tian's heart sank. A chill ran through his eyes. The old man had murderous intent, wanting to eliminate them and seize the incredible treasures.

"Old man, do you dare to make a move?" Qing Yuan snorted coldly, a silver hammer appearing in his hand. His qi and blood surged violently, his terrifying momentum rising.

When the gloomy old man saw the hammer in Qing Yuan's hand, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He secretly speculated about Qing Yuan's identity, but his mouth didn't slow down. "Youngster, I've roamed the Eastern Continent for centuries. Do you think you can threaten me?"

"This old bastard!" Yang Tian's face darkened. He cast a furtive glance at the cave ahead, sensing that the Ancestral Dragon Ring wanted to take him there!

"What if he does threaten you?" Suddenly, a hearty voice boomed within the palace. Two figures strode in, their eyes fixed on the old man.

Seeing them, Yang Tian and his companions' faces lit up with joy. These were acquaintances.

Boom! Without a word, the newcomer threw a punch, shattering the void. A purple, shimmering fist descended upon the old man's head, sending out terrifying waves of air.

"Let's talk this out. I am—" Before the old man could finish, the fist in the void descended, its vast momentum crashing down. The old man was smashed into a meat patty, making the man beside him tremble with fear.

"Killed just like that..." Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, then clicked his tongue. It was Qing Rufeng and the Great Chief.

"Big brother, how did you get here?" Seeing the two figures, Qing Yuan's face lit up with a smile as he hurried over.

"With such a big commotion here, many experts have rushed over. I didn't expect you kids to make it this far." Qing Rufeng smiled, secretly marveling. Getting through the outer cave and entering first was no easy feat.

"By the way, big brother, quickly take the spiritual medicines inside. People will be here soon."

Hearing this, Qing Rufeng nodded. He then looked toward where Qing Yuan pointed. When he saw the seven spiritual plants, his face showed shock.

"Good heavens, how old are these spiritual medicines? They've even manifested visions." Beside Qing Rufeng, Hei Sha rubbed his nose, his eyes burning with desire.

"This is..." After a few glances, Qing Rufeng frowned. A terrifying spiritual force surged out, but in an instant, his face turned pale.

"This is a great killing formation. Divine patterns are interwoven around it. I can't break it." Qing Rufeng took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly.

"Then... what do we do?" Qing Yuan was dejected. The peerless treasures were right in front of them, but they couldn't reach them.

Seeing Qing Yuan's grimace, Qing Rufeng shrugged. He then walked over to a plain-looking young man and said, "Are you... Yang Tian?"

"How do you know?" Yang Tian was startled. Qing Rufeng's cultivation hadn't even reached the War Emperor realm. How could he see through him?

Qing Rufeng remained silent, but his gaze fell on the Golden Dragon Seal atop Yang Tian's head.

"Damn, how could I forget about that..." Yang Tian's heart tightened. He quickly put away the Golden Dragon Seal. If the Ancient Holy Land discovered it, Gu Lingyun would probably charge straight at him.

"Yang Tian, you've got some nerve, coming here at such a critical moment. People from the Ancient Holy Land are right behind us. You'd better be careful." Hei Sha's eyes flickered with surprise, then he pursed his lips, marveling at Yang Tian's audacity.

"Who would have thought such a change would happen here..." Yang Tian shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head, staring at the entrance.

"Clap, clap..." This time, many people arrived, nearly a dozen experts. Each had extremely high cultivation, far surpassing the old man Qing Rufeng had just killed with a single punch.

"Peerless rare treasures!" Many of the newcomers went wild, causing chaos on the spot. Such treasures that manifested visions were rare even in ancient aristocratic families.