A golden formation had appeared under the purple-haired man's feet, and the golden futon he was sitting on also rose into the air. As the light shone brightly, it expanded like a golden lotus, and it slowly rotated, emitting circles of golden light waves around it.
Wherever the golden light passed, black Sanskrit characters appeared out of thin air.
Luo Tiancheng and the ugly young man saw this and their faces became extremely ugly. How could they not understand that the purple-haired man had already taken a step ahead of them and comprehended the Buddhist secret technique on the wall?
"Haha, I'm not talented. I'll go get the Buddhist secret treasure first. You two can slowly cultivate here!" Amidst the laughter, the purple-haired man's figure gradually became blurred in the array and finally disappeared without a trace.
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Within the ancient silver castle, the endless mist was still roiling, but compared to a few hours ago, it seemed to be even thicker, faintly forming the shape of a huge inverted bowl. Moreover, the mist was faintly mixed with some multicolored sparkling and translucent runes, either forming strange patterns or randomly breaking apart, causing the entire sea of mist to appear extremely mysterious.
The eagle-faced man, Xue Pan, the young woman in green clothes, and the young man in the silver carriage were all trapped in the fog. Their eyes were slightly blurred, but their expressions were very stiff. Obviously, they had fallen into the illusion.
The four figures wandered aimlessly in the silver fog like walking corpses. But every once in a while, a trace of clarity would occasionally flash in the eyes of one of them, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Under careful observation, one would find that as time passed, the number of times these people woke up faintly increased.
Just when the eyes of the young man in the silver carriage regained clarity again, his face suddenly became serious. His figure suddenly flew up and shot in a certain direction, and instantly reached the edge of the silver fog.
But when he was about to rush out in one breath, the light in his eyes dimmed, and a layer of confusion appeared again. The escape light suddenly changed, and it turned to another direction.
Not only him, but the other three people also did the same. It seemed that they were about to fly out of the silver fog every time, but unfortunately, they failed.
About half an hour later, although the four people were still trapped in the illusion, their expressions seemed to gradually become calm, and each time they woke up more or less a lot longer.
It seemed that the few of them had vaguely found the trick to break this illusion array.
Not long after, when the eyes of the young man in the silver carriage regained clarity again, he suddenly gritted his teeth and spat out a blood mist. Then, his hands moved quickly, and he lightly spat out a few obscure incantations.
The blood mist condensed and turned into a ball of blood light, flashed, and flew back into the middle of his eyebrows.
The next moment, the silver carriage young man shouted, and after a layer of blood qi appeared on his face, his eyes completely regained clarity.
However, before he could rejoice, the blood-red shield in his sea of consciousness, which was formed by the Blood Essence Secret Technique, shook violently. Silver threads kept bombarding the shield, as if they wanted to drown his mind again.
However, just as he flew to the edge of the fog, a streak of dazzling silver light suddenly flew out of the sea of silver fog ahead of the silver carriage young man.
But just as he flew to the edge of the mist, there was a whoosh, and another dazzling silver crystal light broke through the air and flew out of the silver mist ahead of the silver chariot man.
The silver light flashed, and the eagle-faced man appeared outside the sea of fog.
He was holding an intricate hexagonal silver mirror in his hand, and he was panting rapidly. His chest rose and fell like a pair of bellows, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Right at this moment, a burst of rumbling sounds rang out from underground, and a silver pillar of light that was around the size of a well rose up from beneath the eagle-faced man's feet before enshrouding him.
The silver pillar of light rotated on the spot, and a white light formation appeared at the bottom.
A buzzing sound rang out from the formation, and bursts of spatial fluctuations erupted, following which the eagle-faced man disappeared with a cold smile on his face.
At this moment, the silver carriage young man from the Heavenly Work Sect arrived, and a wry smile appeared on his face at the sight before him.
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Just as the disciples of various sects were fighting for luck in the Tianmen Meeting's secret realm, outside the secret realm, at the foot of the white snow mountain, there was still a sea of people. There were more people than when the Tianmen Secret Realm opened.
However, the leaders of the four ancient sects and eight major families had already returned to their respective camps.
Most of the other disciples of the sects chose to stay outside.
In addition, there were some disciples of unknown small Sect at the foot of the mountain. They were not invited by the Heaven Palace at all, and now they were gathered here. Instead, they were paying more attention to the ranking on the half-black and half-white giant tablet.
Most of these people hoped to see the strength of each Sect and family from the ranking on the tablet, as well as the degree of prosperity and decline in the next hundred years. Based on this, they could choose to rely on them in the future or avoid them directly.
After all, if some small Sect chose the wrong backer, the sect would not flourish, and the sect would be destroyed.
Many independent cultivators also gathered there with the mentality of watching a show. From time to time, they would form groups of two or three and discuss something in whispers.
The names of every trial disciple who had entered the secret realm were densely engraved on the giant monument. Behind each name, there were one to ten small locks, the shape of which was exactly the same as the Luck Lock that appeared on the wrists of everyone who entered the secret realm.
These small lock patterns represented the amount of Karmic Luck accumulated by the corresponding trial disciple, and there was a total of three colors, bronze, silver, and gold. When Karmic Luck was accumulated to the brim, the color of the lock would turn bronze, and another small lock pattern would appear on the right of the lock.
When ten bronze locks were accumulated, they would automatically turn into a small silver lock. Similarly, when ten silver locks were full, they would turn into a small golden lock.
As for those disciples who unfortunately died in the secret realm, according to the rules of the Tianmen Society, no matter how much luck they had accumulated, their names would directly dim, and they would fall to the bottom of the ranking. The small lock pattern behind their names would also disappear, and the luck they had previously obtained would not be included in the total luck of the major forces.
At this time, Liu Ming only had three and a half silver locks, and he was ranked 35th on the stone tablet. Among all the disciples of the Taiqing Gate, Luo Tiancheng was ranked the highest, with five silver locks of luck, but he was only ranked 13th.
Long Yanfei had only collected two silver locks of luck.
At the same time, three names in the Taiqing Gate had quietly dimmed. In addition to the two disciples who were with Luo Tiancheng, there was also a disciple of the Golden Summit who had unfortunately died.
On the giant stone tablet, the first place was the silver-haired woman of the Big Dipper Pavilion, Yin Se.
"Just a short time has passed, and there is already a golden lock luck in the first place, which is much more than the second place." In the crowd, a dark-faced young man from an unknown Sect murmured.
"Yin Se? Which sect does this person belong to? "Someone beside the black-faced young man asked.
"Fellow, you're late. This girl is a female disciple that the mighty Tongxuan realm expert, Big Dipper Pavilion Master, personally brought over before the start of the trial." An elder with a long beard nearby suddenly chuckled and said.
Hearing that it was the Big Dipper Pavilion, the expressions of the cultivators around the long-bearded old man changed slightly, and they all closed their mouths to carefully look at the ranking below.
The Big Dipper Pavilion was very powerful, and it was not inferior to the four ancient sects. In addition, it was mysterious and unpredictable, which made these small forces even more afraid.
At this time, in a secret room of the pavilion of the Taiqing Gate at the foot of the mountain, Daoist Tian Ge was sitting cross-legged. Through a disk array projection in front of him, he was checking the ranking of the stone tablet on the snow mountain with a dignified expression.
Beside him was the man in a gray robe who came with him. His expression was also not much better.
"I thought that with Luo Tiancheng, the situation of this Tianmen gathering would be a little better. I didn't expect that in this Tianmen gathering, the strength of the disciples sent by the Sky Beastkin Valley and the 8 great families are not weak. The people of the Big Dipper Pavilion are even more outstanding. It seems that even the top 3 may not be guaranteed this time. "The man in a gray robe looked at the ranking on the stone tablet and shook his head repeatedly.
"Speaking of which, the timing of this Tianmen gathering is quite awkward. The few inner disciples that were previously favored have all broken through the Jin Dan realm. The remaining outstanding disciples such as Xiaowu of Fallen Serene Peak have passed the age limit, so they can only send these few disciples. Although Luo Tiancheng's strength is extraordinary, he is too young after all, and his cultivation is only at the early stage. I'm afraid his final ranking will not be too ideal. "Daoist Tian Ge glanced at Luo Tiancheng's ranking again, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.
"However, isn't there another Luo Tiancheng whose strength is comparable to Liu Ming? What is his ranking now?" The man in a gray robe seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes looked at the stone tablet projected by the disk array.
"35 … It seems that this Liu Ming is also unworthy of his name." When the man in a gray robe's gaze fell on the two words "Liu Ming", his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head and sighed.
At this moment, the stone tablet suddenly became hazy with a golden light. After the golden light faded, the ranking seemed to have undergone a huge change. Liu Ming's name actually appeared at the ninth place on the stone tablet. Behind his name, there were nine silver lock marks flashing.
"Hey, this Liu Ming's luck has increased so much all of a sudden. Could it be that he has encountered some great opportunity? Could it be … "Daoist Tian Ge raised his eyebrows and asked with a hint of surprise.
"The Land of Inheritance! To be able to obtain such a shocking amount of luck in such a short period of time, he should have obtained some benefits from an inheritance, and it can't be an ordinary inheritance. If he can obtain most of the inheritance, maybe he can help our sect maintain its position in the top three of the trial! "When the man in a gray robe saw this scene, he immediately changed into an overjoyed expression, and said excitedly.
"Let's hope so. However, since it is the Land of Inheritance, the competition in it must be more intense. I hope that this person doesn't encounter those monstrous disciples of the other Sect. Otherwise, I'm afraid the hope is still very slim. " Daoist Tian Ge's expression also eased up, and he said calmly. However, for some reason, the words Kim Tin-thi had told him about Liu Ming in the past appeared in his mind.
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At the same time, in the Land of Inheritance, Liu Ming naturally did not know the situation outside, nor did he know his ranking. He also did not know that after he obtained the "Galaxy Sand", he had brought so much luck to the Sect and himself.
Right now, he was pacing back and forth in the passageway, thinking about how to get out of the maze in front of him.
Speaking of which, this maze was so large and complicated that it far exceeded his imagination. After walking down the path, there were only three forks in the road at first, but later on, there were four or five forks in the road. As such, it naturally became more and more difficult to find the right path.
It seemed that he would not be able to get out of this maze in a short period of time.
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