The Raindrop Divine Formation was the West Thearch Palace's great killing formation. It was extremely powerful, and when the experts arrived, they were actually somewhat hesitant and didn't dare to rashly barge in.
"The Ancient Emperor Immortal Mountain was passed down from ancient times. The West Empyrean Palace forcefully sealed this place, wanting to monopolize it?" An expert berated, his voice reverberating through the entire sea region.
However, there was no response from the Raindrop Divine Formation.
The rain continued to fall. It was the rain of slaughter.
The West Sea was the territory of the West Imperial Palace. Even with the Domain Chief's Manor, the West Imperial Palace was still the number one force. With the heritage of the Ancient God Clan, it would be difficult for the Domain Chief's Manor to contend against it.
Rumble … They knew that it was useless to say anything more. They all released powerful destructive power of the Great Path and launched attacks at the Divine Matrix of the Dripping Rain. However, the attacks of the Great Path rushed into the Divine Matrix of the Dripping Rain and were immediately annihilated and destroyed.
"Who is in charge of the West Imperial Palace?" At this moment, a powerful voice rang out. A terrifying lightning tribulation appeared in the sky, turning into a lightning punishment divine light, gathering a terrifying divine punishment power.
For a time, the sky darkened. It was as if a calamity of destruction was about to descend from the sky above the sea region.
Many cultivators raised their heads and looked over. They were the cultivators from the Yuanshi Palace in the Yuanshi Domain. The Ancient God Clan had descended upon the West Sea.
In different directions, several forces of the Ancient God Clan appeared one after another, surrounding the Divine Raindrop Matrix. The pressure was terrifying, as if it could destroy the world.
Apart from the Donghuang Imperial Palace, the Ancient God Clan was the most powerful force in the Divine Prefecture. A force of this level might desire top-notch alchemy techniques and elixirs more than the inheritance of some Great Emperors. After all, the Ancient God Clan itself had an Emperor-level inheritance that was compatible with them. The way of alchemy might have the opportunity to take them to another level and become the number one force after the Donghuang Imperial Palace.
Nowadays, China lacked top-notch alchemy forces, but it had top-notch refining forces.
Tianyan City, which was located in the Tianyan Region, also belonged to the Ancient God Clan. It had a transcendent status in the Divine Prefecture and was unshakable. The City Lord of Tianyan City was even more domineering. Back in the day, he had razed the Heavenly Mandate Academy to the ground with just a wave of his hand.
Now that the legendary Pill Emperor's inheritance from the Middle Ages had appeared, how could they not fight for it?
There was still no response from within the Raindrop Divine Array.
"Since that's the case, don't blame us for being impolite." Above the firmament, a cold voice rang out, and the power of divine punishment descended, blasting into the divine formation. The other cultivators also made their moves, launching attacks on the Divine Raindrop Formation arranged by the cultivators of the West Imperial Palace. In terms of the number of cultivators, they had a crushing advantage.
…
On top of the Immortal Mountain, dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi enveloped the entire island.
In the face of countless divine herbs and divine trees, Ye Futian sat cross-legged in front of a few stalks of grass. Xi Chiyao stood not far behind him and did not disturb Ye Futian.
For a long time in the past, Ye Futian had already proven his ability to crack the secrets of the ruins. He was known as the killer of the ruins. She was not as good as Ye Futian in any aspect. Therefore, Xi Chiyao naturally did not think that she could crack the secrets of the Spirit Mountain before Ye Futian.
She knew herself very well, and she also knew Ye Futian very well. As such, she only needed to be a spectator and order people to set up divine matrixes to prevent people from the outside from disturbing Ye Futian. At the very least, she would give Ye Futian some time to solve the mystery of the Celestial Mountain before the cultivators from the outside world barged in.
Ye Futian closed his eyes and fell into absolute silence. There were no distractions in his mind. In his perception, the breeze swayed, and the grass moved with the wind. It was as if they were extremely fragile, just ordinary grass.
However, in Ye Futian's perception, these few stalks of grass were the most spiritual things in the entire Spirit Mountain. If it were not for his superb perception and the state of meditation with the Dharma, it would have been difficult for him to perceive this spirituality.
Moreover, there were no other plants around the grass. It was as if it was a solitary tree, and no one dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with it. It was like a lonely king.
This made Ye Futian wonder if these stalks of grass were really that simple.
Ye Futian, who had entered a state of selflessness, focused his senses on the grass, trying to sense the spirit of the grass. However, other than a mysterious feeling, he still did not discover anything. The grass was still swaying quietly, as if it had grown there normally. There was nothing unusual about it.
His perception, divine will, and eyes could not detect anything different.
But Ye Futian believed that he could not be wrong. The more it was so, the more extraordinary these stalks of grass were.
Ye Futian did not give up. An aura of the Great Path permeated his body and went toward the grass, trying to merge with it.
However, it was still useless.
Although Ye Futian could perceive the existence of that spirituality, he faintly felt that this spirituality had not fully awakened. It was in a state of deep sleep, and it needed him to wake it up.
At this moment, on the ground, branches and leaves of the ancient tree appeared, extending toward the grass. Ye Futian's body seemed to have turned into a tree, growing together with it.
Soon, the ancient tree took root, and branches and leaves grew out, surrounding the grass as if they had become one. The aura of life and the will of the Great Path continued to seep in, as if nourishing the growth of the grass.
The World Tree embraced everything in the world. He wanted to see if it was useful.
"What a wonderful aura."
Xi Chiyao perceived the aura on Ye Futian's body. This power of the Great Path was so perfect and flawless.
In the outside world, the Divine Raindrop Matrix shook. In the sky above, the great battle seemed to have shaken the Divine Raindrop Matrix, causing Xi Chiyao to frown. It seemed that the other side had launched a fierce attack. She looked up at the sky above. If this continued, it would not be long before the Divine Raindrop Matrix was broken.
If Ye Futian was disturbed, he would not be able to enter this state with peace of mind, and all his previous efforts might be wasted.
"Hold them off," Xi Chiyao said, looking up at the void. She knew that the cultivators of West Imperial Palace would hear her words and try their best to buy some more time for Ye Futian.
After a while, the few blades of grass were filled with wisps of celestial light. They seemed to be growing. Emerald green spots of light bloomed, and the grass was growing upward, getting bigger and bigger.
"What a strong spiritual nature." At this moment, even Xi Chiyao could sense that the growing grass seemed to be psychic and had a strong spiritual nature.
Ye Futian was trying to awaken this spiritual nature.
Could it be that the grass had spiritual wisdom?
Ye Futian's body was faintly shining with the light of Buddha, and he seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures. Xi Chiyao heard the sound of Buddha lingering, and there was a feeling that all things were growing, as if the earth was reviving, and everything was exuding vitality.
The few blades of grass swayed constantly. Because they had grown taller, it seemed that they would be blown down by the wind at any time, but they did not. Wisps of light shone, and Xi Chiyao could clearly sense that the spiritual nature was getting stronger.
Even the spots of light were gathering, as if they were faintly converging into a human figure.
"That's right …"
Xi Chiyao's heart was slightly stirred. Ye Futian had indeed found the right person. This grass was actually turning into a human figure.
What did this mean?
"Legend has it that after the fall of the ancient emperor, he turned into a pill and was taken away by his heir," a voice appeared in Xi Chiyao's heart.
Could it be …
She looked at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes, only to see that Ye Futian still remained motionless. The human figure gradually converged, with a celestial demeanor, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
This phantom appeared on a few blades of grass and seemed to be looking at Ye Futian.
"Ye Futian greets the elder." Ye Futian opened his eyes and bowed to the phantom.
"I didn't expect that someone would be able to awaken a wisp of my will in the world," the phantom murmured and said, "What year is it today?"
"Divine Prefecture Calendar, more than ten thousand years ago," Ye Futian said. The other party must have never heard of it.
"Divine Prefecture Calendar, where is the Divine Prefecture …" the phantom murmured, and then let out a sigh. "Divine Prefecture Calendar, more than ten thousand years ago. My heir is probably long gone."
Ye Futian did not respond. How would he know? But he should have been long gone. If the legend was true, the Celestial Mountain had long been looted, and there would be no treasures left.
Perhaps, only a herb garden was left. The entire Celestial Mountain was a herb garden, sealed here by later generations.
However, today, Ye Futian had awakened a wisp of the ancient emperor's will.
"Are you also an alchemist?" the phantom asked Ye Futian.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.
"Forget it. Since you can awaken me, you must be extraordinary," the phantom said again. Then it turned into countless spots of light, drifting toward Ye Futian, and entered the center of Ye Futian's brow.
Xi Chiyao looked at all this, and her heart was in turmoil. The Ancient Emperor Celestial Mountain was completely different from what she had imagined. There were no divine treasuries, no treasure trove, no precious elixir recipes, and no alchemy divine arts. There were only a few stalks of grass, and these stalks of grass contained a wisp of the ancient emperor's will. If it was not for Ye Futian, would it have been awakened?
Soon, the spots of light disappeared, and the stalks of grass withered rapidly. Even the rare herbs of the entire Celestial Mountain seemed to be withering.
Boom … The terrible tremors in the sky continued, and it seemed that the Divine Matrix of the Dripping Rain would not be able to hold on any longer.
"Quickly collect the spirit herbs," Xi Chiyao said. Said Xi Chiyao. Ye Futian got up, and with a single thought, a terrible rumbling sound was heard. The entire celestial mountain was shaking, and countless plants and trees flew up. His body flew into the void, and with a wave of his sleeve, all the rare and precious plants flew into his sleeve.
Xi Chiyao was doing the same thing, like two robbers, greedily plundering everything here.
Finally, a loud noise was heard, and the Divine Matrix of the Dripping Rain was broken. The cultivators rushed down and saw Ye Futian and Xi Chiyao frantically plundering everything.
"Do it," a voice said. How could they miss this opportunity? They also began to plunder, but before they could act, Ye Futian and Xi Chiyao had already swept through more than half of the place.
"Take him," someone said, staring at Ye Futian.
"Goddess Chiyao, I will take my leave first," Ye Futian said, and his figure disappeared.
In the West Sea Domain, no one dared to touch Xi Chiyao, but it was not convenient for him to stay any longer. He had already gotten what he wanted, and his top priority was to leave.
"He's gone!"
The cultivators looked at Ye Futian's disappearing figure, and their faces did not look too good.
"Bastard," a cultivator from the West Imperial Palace scolded angrily. Ye Futian just ran away like that?
Had they made a wedding dress for Ye Futian?
Many people even looked at Xi Chiyao with some dissatisfaction. This was her order!
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