The nine lake lords each occupied a side, raised their hands to form hand seals, and used their own spiritual power as a guide to connect with heaven and earth, absorb spiritual energy, and form a complex array, with each of them connected together.
Above the formation, the woman in purple used herself as the core of the formation, employing her immortal power to amplify the formation's power several times over, drawing upon the pressure of heaven and earth to cover the entire sky above the giant beast, locking its aura entirely within the restrictions below, making it hang steadily in mid-air like Mount Tai.
With a wave of his hands, several magical artifacts floated in all directions, poised to be unleashed. Above his head, a phantom golden figure gradually materialized, wielding a shimmering flying sword, its expression indifferent as it gazed down. Upon closer inspection, it was identical to the one in purple robes.
"The immortal body emerges, the immortal power condenses..." The purple-robed figure gathered immortal power in both hands and swiftly poured it into the small figure above. The golden figure grew at a visible speed, growing larger and larger until it reached a height of eight zhang (approximately 33 meters). "Illusion is reality, reality is illusion, illusion and reality intertwine, slay demons and vanquish evil! Annihilate!"
The golden giant, wielding a sword, swept his hand, causing wind and clouds to rise, sand and stones to fly, and the sky to suddenly darken. The sword emitted a dazzling light, and with a "whoosh," the sword light and afterimage shot rapidly downwards.
The earth shook, and the bottom of the pit was quickly filled with the entire sword.
"hold head high--"
The giant beast at the bottom of the pit suddenly opened its single eye to its maximum, and a deathly aura, almost tangible, instantly emerged from the bottom of its eye, filling the entire eye, and desperately resisting the giant sword tip.
At the same time, its head, with its single eye, tilted its head back desperately, and wisps of crimson mist rose from both sides of the pit, falling onto the sword and making a hissing, corrosive sound.
The man in purple narrowed his eyes, and a magical artifact resembling a jade bottle swiftly flew into his outstretched hand. It rapidly enlarged, and after silently reciting an incantation, a tremendous suction force emanated from its opening. The deathly aura at the bottom of the pit, along with the mist, struggled to be drawn little by little into the bottle's opening…
Miraculous ruins.
"when--"
The tremendous impact was so loud that it almost made people cough up blood out of thin air.
Xiang Wan, Bai Siyuan, and the others looked toward the source of the sound and almost couldn't resist punching someone!
Lan Sishiba, that hothead, actually took a large chisel and embedded it in the connection between the divine throne and the base below. He smashed it down, and the cultivator who had finally flown to the top was almost knocked down by his blow.
Lan Sishiba was also stunned. It took him a long time to process the force of the backlash. Holding his tools, he saw everyone glaring at him and said somewhat awkwardly, "I was just trying to see if I could push it down. This thing is too incredible. Someone has to make the first move, right?"
"This is the throne of the gods. Do not act rashly before you understand the situation, lest something else goes wrong."
As Bai Siyuan spoke, he began to examine the throne.
The four legs were all incredibly thick, covered in patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Several people had already flown up and were observing the throne. There seemed to be friction marks on the armrests and backrest. There were also marks in the center of the seat, indicating that it was frequently used.
I examined it carefully from top to bottom, and then looked at it closely from a distance, but I didn't find anything unusual. Only the patterns on the chair back were somewhat puzzling.
There seemed to be a human-shaped object carved in the center of the back of the chair, surrounded by all sorts of creatures. It was eerie, mysterious, yet strangely harmonious.
Upon closer inspection, there appeared to be very fine grooves among the patterns, but I don't know what they were for.
The remaining cultivators scattered, some studying the base beneath their feet, while others wandered around the throne, trying to find some clues.
Xiang Wan held the red ball, found a place to sit down, and stroked the red ball's fur again and again.
After consuming the inner core, the red ball grew more and more like a four-legged beast, with short legs and a small tail appearing, but it still hadn't grown a neck. Who knows what it will become in the future...
"Hey, what's your name?"
Bai Siyuan circled around a few times, noticing Xiang Wan leisurely stroking the little red beast in her hand. He couldn't help but recall how she had unhesitatingly thrown away the token Bai Xuan had given her to block the immortal talisman. Even he wouldn't dare treat something given by Bai Xuan like that. Did she know what that token meant, and thus refuse it in this way? Or did she simply not understand its purpose and just throw it away carelessly?
Intuitively, he thought Xiang Wan was the former, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Xiang Wan looked up, her voice cold and indifferent, showing no surprise, "I've seen you before."
Bai Siyuan frowned. "You don't need to take what Ancestor Bai Xuan said to heart."
He assumed that Bai Xuan was acting as a matchmaker for him again, and that he was secretly arranging for Xiang Wan to meet him without his knowledge.
Xiang Wan nodded silently. The token was gone, and she hadn't intended to. It was best to pretend nothing had happened.
"My name is Bai Siyuan, from the White Fox Clan."
Bai Siyuan plopped down next to Xiang Wan, a unique fox scent wafting over her, mixed with a masculine aura.
Xiang Wan frowned, slightly shifted her body to move away from him, and said, "Xiang Wan."
Seeing Xiang Wan's actions, Bai Siyuan felt rejected, and his discomfort intensified. "You don't seem to like me?"
"No, I'm just not used to getting too close to strangers," especially men who seem flamboyant.
Bai Siyuan put aside the slight unease in his heart. "The ancestor said that it's normal for anything to happen inside the ruins of a divine site. But this time, I feel something is very wrong. I've never heard anyone say that a divine throne would appear here. Perhaps, those who see this place will never have the chance to leave..."
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