To Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope, this Daoist temple was simply a massive trap.
If not for the fact that Three Foot Mountain was also from the World beyond Worlds and that they had no use for the direct lineage of the Prime Clear lineage, Zhuang Chaohui would really suspect that they had long since known that this was not the Grand Clear direct lineage.
The reason they had given that half-broken horsetail whisk to him was purely to screw over Wutong Slope.
Still, from the looks of it now, Three Foot Mountain probably did not know the true background of this Daoist temple either.
Looking at the statue of the Lord of Numinous Treasure before them and thinking of how their two powers had been desperately trying to enter, Zhuang Chaohui and the other felt that this was ridiculous as they wanted to laugh yet could not.
So many people had died and so much effort had been expended. Yet, this was the result.
Zhuang Chaohui dared not think any further as he was already feeling depressed to the point of wanting to vomit blood.
Looking at his senior apprentice-uncle, the two had similarly gloomy expressions on their faces.
"Let's continue forward. Since we've come all the way here, we can't possibly return empty-handed." Zhuang Chaohui inhaled deeply, "Supreme martial arts of the Prime Clear lineage aside, if there are some treasures left behind, it would be able to comfort everyone's souls in heaven."
The other party had previously relied on the restrictions to obstruct their path. Now that the restrictions had been rendered useless, they had immediately fled. This meant that their abilities were limited.
"Otherwise, we can turn back and take care of those of Three Foot Mountain. That way, we can vent our frustrations."
Zhuang Chaohui's expression was icy cold, "Senior apprentice-uncle, I am unwilling to retreat just like this without doing anything!"
Looking at the statue of the Lord of Numinous Treasure, that middle-aged man sighed towards the heavens, "While Three Foot Mountain is detestable, whether or not they can escape from the restrictions is another matter. Let's not bother with them for now."
"Let's continue forward. We have to ascertain who it was who plotted against us, even if we have to settle the score with them in the future."
The two's nirvanic rebirth could only be used once, having already been used up.
Now that they had lost their Sacred Artifact, they had to be even more careful.
While the enemy seemed to only be plotting against them, they dared not be careless.
Still, let alone Zhuang Chaohui, this middle-aged man would be unwilling to return just like this.
The two left the great hall with gloomy expressions, heading further into the depths of the Daoist temple.
On the other side, after sensing that someone was about to pass through the restrictions and enter the great hall, Ah Hu could not help but scratch his head, "Which sect is this ferocious person from? Even three tribulations couldn't kill it? "
He shrunk his neck back, leaping onto Pan-Pan's back. One man and one beast passed through the main hall, charging towards the back.
At this time, Ah Hu did not dare to linger. Instead, he followed Yan Zhaoge's instructions. If they could not hold on, then they would quickly retreat.
An enemy who could pass through that protective restriction without dying was most likely not someone he and Pan-Pan could deal with.
Perhaps the other party was also heavily injured and on the verge of death, but if that wasn't the case, he might be held back by the other party.
"It's just that I don't know the other party's identity, so it's not good to report it to Young Master," Ah Hu muttered inwardly as he sat on Pan-Pan's body, allowing Pan-Pan to run as he pleased.
As Yan Zhaoge's steed, Pan-Pan could naturally sense each other's thoughts.
While the interior of the Daoist temple was rather wondrous, Pan-Pan still quickly located Yan Zhaoge's whereabouts.
When he arrived at the quiet room, Ah Hu stuck his head in and couldn't help but jump in fright.
Within the room, Yan Zhaoge was currently seated in the meditative position, a jade talisman in one hand and a sword seal in the other.
Numerous black lines extended from Yan Zhaoge's body, covering the walls, floor and roof of the secluded room as they intersected with one another.
Where the black lines passed, the secluded room seemed to form a world of its own as it was isolated from the Daoist temple outside.
While Yan Zhaoge was seated there, in Ah Hu's senses, the current Yan Zhaoge seemed to have shrunk into a single point.
The numerous black lines within the secluded room were all formed from this single point, the lines extending from the point.
Then, the lines intertwined to form flat surfaces.
The different flat surfaces then came together to form the three-dimensional world before them.
Still, this was still not the most shocking part.
The most terrifying part was that these black lines vaguely emanated the intent of death and extermination, terrifying to the extreme as just a single glance at them caused Ah Hu to feel a chill run down his spine.
Yan Zhaoge now opened his eyes. Seeing Ah Hu and Pan-Pan, he could not help but smack his lips, smiling, "The protective restrictions were unable to hold back the enemy?"
Recovering, Ah Hu hurriedly said, "Young Master, someone has withstood the simultaneous release of the three tribulations."
"That's really incredible," Yan Zhaoge was rather taken aback, "Tell me the details."
After hearing that the other party seemed to have first vanished for an instant before reappearing, avoiding the remnant water of the Heavy River and the miraculous fire lotuses, the corners of Yan Zhaoge's mouth twitched, "That should not have been forcibly withstood. Instead, they must have borrowed some sort of concealment technique."
"It might even have been a death substitution rebirth technique that allowed them to avoid the tribulations."
Ah Hu said, "Afterwards, there seemed to be a second wave of people who came in, being obstructed by the remnant water of the Heavy River and the miraculous fire lotuses. Meanwhile, the first wave successfully broke through the protective restrictions. Seeing that I was unable to continue obstructing them, I came to look for you, Young Master."
Amidst his words, those numerous black lines retracted onto Yan Zhaoge's body, vanishing.
However, during this process, Ah Hu and Pan-Pan actually felt as though their lives had been drawn away.
The black lines completely vanished as Yan Zhaoge stood up from the ground, clutching that jade talisman.
Yan Zhaoge cocked his head slightly, listening intently, "Oh, they've already found their way here … this feeling, is a little familiar."
Walking out of the secluded room, he saw two figures appear from another passageway, a youth and a middle-aged man.
They were precisely Zhuang Chaohui and Yan Zhaoge of Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope.
Zhuang Chaohui and Yan Zhaohui had been searching within the Daoist temple, vaguely discovering traces of people as they had followed them over.
Amidst their vexation, they suddenly saw a white-clothed, blue-robed youth appear before them, currently smiling as he waved towards them, "Long time no see."
Meeting face to face, Zhuang Chaohui was slightly taken aback, "It's you, Yan Zhaoge?"
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Enemies really do meet on a narrow road."
Before his words had landed, he strode forward, instantly arriving before Zhuang Chaohui and Yan Zhaohui!
After their initial shock, Zhuang Chaohui and Yan Zhaohui simultaneously made a move!
Blazing fire transformed into a terrifying sabre, chopping straight towards the incoming Yan Zhaoge.
There was nothing much to be said between the two sides. Without a second word, they directly clashed with each other!
While Zhuang Chaohui had already clashed with Yan Zhaoge in the Clear Scenic Region of the Royal Reed Sea that year, Yan Zhaoge had left a deep impression on him.
Still, Yan Zhaoge had still been at the Merging Avatar stage then, having been able to gain an advantage mainly because of the black hole at the bottom of the sea beneath the Clear Scenic Region.
Now, however, Zhuang Chaohui discovered a truth that he found hard to accept.
Yan Zhaoge raised a palm, the majestic, tyrannical Extreme Yang Seal resembling a blazing sun rising into the sky.
Its violent aura virtually caused Zhuang Chaohui and Yan Zhaohui to feel suffocated.
In an instant, they could only feel time seemingly flowing in reverse as they faced the numerous tribulations of the Miraculous Fire Golden Lotus from earlier once more.
"Even wielding the Extreme Yang Seal, its power is still a little too great!" Zhuang Chaohui's expression turned even uglier, "The rumours in the southeastern Yang Heaven Territory that he single-handedly slew an expert of the eighth level of the Martial Saint realm are true?!"
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