Dongfang Bai was just about to ask what the big deal was when he felt dizzy.
The ancient forest before them instantly turned into a blur of light, so fast that they didn't even have time to scream.
This speed is something they couldn't even imagine in their dreams!
In just a blink of an eye, the ground beneath my feet felt solid again.
The four of them had their heads still buzzing and their legs were weak, so they had to hold on to their companions to barely stand.
When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, the four people's breathing stopped at the same moment.
A towering mountain gate stands among the sea of clouds, with four large characters engraved on the plaque in a flamboyant style: Taichu Holy Land.
"Let's go. I'll take you to the Holy Land Treasury to pick out treasures."
Ye Chen walked towards the mountain gate with his hands behind his back, as if he was strolling in his own back garden.
"Brother, brother, wait a minute!"
The calmer Dongfang Bai rushed forward, grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve, his face pale with fear.
"This is the Taichu Holy Land, one of the ten holy places in the Upper Immortal Realm!"
"Let's...let's just walk in like this. We won't get beaten to death on the spot, right?"
His voice was trembling. This was no longer a question of courage; this was simply courting death.
"Don't worry, brother, they can't see us!"
Wang Xiaolick chuckled, walked up and patted Dongfang Bai on the shoulder.
He thought to himself: A person who has transcended the level of the Taoist Ancestor wants to go to other people's treasure house to take a look, how can he be discovered?
This is a joke!
"this……"
Dongfang Bai was still filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but his body had already involuntarily followed Ye Chen.
Ye Chen led them and walked into the mountain gate of Taichu Holy Land in a swaggering manner.
Along the way, the patrolling disciples walked past them without looking away, their eyes showing no fluctuation at all.
He turned a blind eye to these uninvited guests.
The guarding disciples were like blind people, allowing them to wander around the holy land.
Of course, in fact, they really couldn’t see Ye Chen and others.
If a transcendent Taoist wants to block the senses and vision of others, isn’t it just a matter of thought?
Ye Chen and his group had no obstructions and soon arrived in front of the Holy Land's treasury.
The countless formations and restrictions on the treasure house gate are enough to kill a saint in an instant.
However, these restrictions, which seemed like insurmountable barriers in the eyes of Dongfang Bai and the other three, were no different from a layer of window paper in front of Ye Chen.
He walked without stopping and led everyone through.
Those formations didn't even cause a ripple.
"Wow!"
The moment they entered the treasure house, Dongfang Bai and the other three couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Before my eyes were mountains of immortal stones, and the shelves were filled with all kinds of magic weapons, elixirs, and holy medicines.
Their eyes widened instantly and their breathing became rapid.
"Take whatever you like and just treat this place as your home."
Ye Chen spoke in a relaxed tone, looking very generous.
Of course, he wouldn't really empty out the other person's countless thousands of years of heritage. After all, they still have such a large sect to support.
I just took a portion of the food that suited me with everyone.
"After taking so many treasures from others, shouldn't we give them some compensation?"
After collecting the treasures and preparing to leave, Ye Chen touched his chin and felt a little sorry.
"But I don't have any treasures on me right now that can compensate me. Why not... leave my name behind so they can use it to find me in the future?"
The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed.
So, when he left, he left a few big words on a white jade pillar in the center: "The disciple of the Wuji Saint was here."
When the group appeared in the wilderness again, Dongfang Bai and the other three were still in a state of extreme unreality.
They clutched the storage rings tightly in their hands, their palms were sweaty, and their hearts were beating wildly.
That is the Taichu Holy Land!
One of the ten most famous holy places in the upper fairyland.
"Let's go to the next one."
Ye Chen looked at the four people who looked like they had never seen the world before, with a faint smile on his face. He waved his hand and prepared to lead everyone to the next target.
"Ah? Still...still going?"
Dongfang Bai shuddered and came back to his senses from the shock, his face full of anxiety.
"Brother, you'd better not go!" He waved his hands quickly.
"The treasures we have are enough for us brothers to practice for decades!"
"If we were discovered, we would be dead without a burial place!"
After all, in their opinion, the apparent cultivation level of Ye Chen and the other two was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
Being able to sneak into the Taichu Holy Land using the secret treasure is already a huge luck. Going again is just seeking death, isn't it?
"Relax, brothers!"
Xiao Wuhen stepped forward, patted Dongfang Bai on the shoulder, and gave him a reassuring look.
"With Brother Ye here, no one will notice even if you empty the entire fairyland."
"That's right!" Wang Xiaolick also came over and grinned.
"Put your hearts back in your stomachs!"
"Brother Chen wants to solve this problem once and for all and get all the resources you need to cultivate to the pinnacle at once!"
"Practice... to the pinnacle?"
Upon hearing this, the ghost painting talisman in his hand muttered to himself, his eyes full of yearning, but then dimmed.
"Can we...really?"
There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Although the four of them were quite talented, their backgrounds were too humble.
In this cruel world of cultivation, I have always been struggling at the bottom, and I have to try my best to survive.
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