Li Ze pretended not to see and closed his eyes.

The three grandmasters, who were proficient in formations, went to investigate the situation of this battlefield of gods and demons, while the others rested on the spot.

The three grandmasters were gone for two days. When they returned, all three had very solemn expressions.

"This is a cage formation; you are only allowed to enter, not leave," the leader said.

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the other people's faces changed.

"Is this a trap?" Zhuang Mao asked.

"No. It should be that our predecessors set up this formation in order to completely eliminate the demon race. The formation relies on spiritual veins to operate, so even after so many years, the formation's power has not diminished in the slightest."

Is it difficult to crack?

"This is a dead formation, there is no way to break it. Presumably the person who set up the formation never intended to leave here alive."

Dead silence—

Everyone seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

After a long pause, someone finally said, unwilling to give up, "Is there really no way at all?"

"Yes. A hard break!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then the person added, "It will require countless Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation stage cultivators to join forces to break the formation."

Everyone fell silent again.

Right now, everyone is frantically scrambling for treasures, spiritual herbs, medicines, and spiritual stones and veins. It's hard to say how many Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation stage cultivators will be left once everything settles down.

"Let's tell everyone about our findings first. Then we can discuss whether to continue fighting amongst ourselves or join forces to break the formation," Zhuang Mao said.

"That's all we can do."

Li Ze wasn't in a hurry. He wouldn't starve here anyway, and he could stay for several years or even decades without any problem.

After preparing to stay here for a long time, Li Ze took out his alchemy furnace. He needed to refine a batch of fasting pills first.

Bigu Dan is a low-grade elixir, not difficult to refine. Li Ze refined one batch after another, and after refining over a hundred bottles, he found that his jade bottle was used up.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xingjue asked curiously, looking at the stunned Li Ze.

"We're out of jade bottles." Li Ze hadn't expected to refine over a hundred bottles of pills at once, so he hadn't prepared many jade bottles.

"I thought it was something serious. I have some here." Mo Xingjue took out several hundred jade bottles from his storage bag. "These were used to store other pills. Can we use them?"

"Okay." Li Ze breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that there was a jade bottle.

"I'll take some fasting pills and exchange them for some jade bottles for you," Mo Xingjue said.

Without saying a word, Li Ze gave Mo Xingjue over a hundred bottles of Bigu Pills. He didn't know how long he would be trapped here, but there were so many spiritual herbs and fruits here that it would be enough for him to refine pills for a long time.

Mo Xingjue returned with several thousand jade bottles. "The sect leader and the ancestors said that if you refine other pills, they would like to buy some from you."

"The highest grade of pills I can refine right now is only fourth grade. Do they still want them?" In Li Ze's opinion, whether it was Sect Master Zhuang or those ancestors, the pills they consumed should all be of grade five or higher.

"Yes, they probably need some healing pills right now," Mo Xingjue reminded them.

Li Ze nodded. "I understand."

In the days that followed, Li Ze spent his days either cultivating or refining pills, with Mo Xingjue and Xue Lang taking turns protecting him. Several times, when Li Ze finished refining pills, he could not see Mo Xingjue or anyone from the Fengyang Sect. Only a day or two later would he see them returning, heavily injured and fleeing.

"What did they steal?" Li Ze looked at the delighted expression on Mo Xingjue's face and thought that they had reaped quite a harvest this time.

"I thought you would be concerned about my injuries first." Mo Xingjue grinned, showing his injuries to Li Ze.

Li Ze looked over and his lips twitched. "Perhaps it's because the quality of the pills I refine is getting higher and higher, your injury has already healed before you even got to me."

Mo Xingjue froze, looked down at his wound, but only saw light pink flesh. He chuckled awkwardly, "Aze is indeed amazing. Three years have passed, and now he can refine fifth-grade pills."

Upon hearing the number three, Li Ze's heart sank. "Has no one taken any action yet?"

Mo Xingjue shook his head. "They're still looting. I doubt they'll even consider leaving until they've completely taken everything here."

In fact, not only others, but Mo Xingjue himself also took the opportunity to seize a lot of things, including several magical artifacts. He kept one for himself and gave the rest to Li Ze. In addition, he also collected a lot of pill formulas, all of which were for high-grade pills. The most precious of these was the alchemy notes of a master alchemist, which was Mo Xingjue's most satisfying acquisition and also Li Ze's favorite thing.

In his sixth year of being trapped here, Li Ze successfully refined a seventh-grade pill. Once his success rate in refining seventh-grade pills stabilized, he put away his pill furnace.

Over the past six years, his state of mind has become increasingly stable, and his spiritual awareness has also steadily increased. It's time for him to improve his cultivation.

That day, Mo Xingjue returned and saw that Li Ze was not refining pills. He raised an eyebrow curiously, "Tired of it?"

"No. I just feel that I can't refine an eighth-grade pill in a short time, so I plan to rest for a while," Li Ze said.

"You're already incredibly talented. You're the most gifted alchemist I've ever met," Mo Xingjue praised sincerely. "Xue Qingge, the sect leader of the Crimson Pill Sect, took two thousand years to become an eighth-grade alchemist. You've only spent seven or eight years refining seventh-grade pills. Tsk tsk, compared to others, he'd probably be furious."

Everyone says he's amazing, but compared to his son, Aze, he's far inferior.

“I have also lived for two thousand years,” Li Ze said.

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!