Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Warning
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Deep within the dark void.
Endless black gale-force winds howled without pause.
Wei Yang’s group, bracing against the black wind, pushed steadily upward against the current.
Gradually, it was becoming almost impossible to tell up from down, left from right. The gales roared past their ears, black mist swirled in all directions, and no one could tell just how far its reach extended.
Within this place, even one’s senses were heavily suppressed.
As they moved forward, a trace of contemplation flashed across Wei Yang’s face. Then, as if suddenly rembering sothing, he flipped his hand, producing a jade pendant.
Gripping the pendant, he didn’t hesitate—applying slight force, he crushed it viciously. Jade dust slipped through the gaps between his fingers, scattering away with the raging wind.
Imdiately after, Wei Yang slightly turned, his gaze drifting back the way they had co, his brows knitting together.
"Peak Dou Zong... I hope you can withstand it."
After a mont, he let out a quiet sigh. In a situation like this, even if he wanted to rush back, it would probably be too late. There was nothing he could do.
Besides, just a re peak Dou Zong—after receiving his warning and making preparations—shouldn’t have too big of a problem, right?
"Young master?" Ahead, sensing Wei Yang’s change, Qing Lin also stopped and turned to look back.
Wei Yang shook his head, striding forward to catch up, "Let’s go."
...
Ten thousand li away.
Jia Ma Empire.
In the Magic Beast Mountain Range, within a secluded little valley brimming with spiritual energy. This place had originally been Wei Yang’s private territory—his personal cave residence.
However, before leaving, he had thought it over, and in the end decided to offer it up for the alliance’s use, as a dedicated secluded cultivation ground for the alliance’s experts.
And this place was known only to elders of the alliance.
Moreover, Wei Yang had set a rule: only those at least at Dou Wang level could apply to co here to attempt a breakthrough.
However, he had never ntioned the energy lake beneath the ground. And the passage he had once opened when exploring below had already been refilled with soil, with a spatial seal specially set over it.
Presumably, apart from soone with a perception as powerful as Yao Lao’s, no one else would be able to detect it. It wasn’t that Wei Yang was being stingy—after all, he had already taken the Life Spirit Fla with him.
But the underground energy lake itself was an extrely rare treasure, practically a holy land for cultivation.
And the energy within was continuously being produced—pure wood-attribute energy streaming endlessly in from the depths of the void through that spatial wormhole.
It was essentially an inexhaustible spring of energy. Its significance was enormous, so naturally, the fewer people who knew, the better.
Otherwise, once word got out, it would surely attract the covetousness of neighboring empires, bringing endless trouble to the newly ford alliance.
Without the strength to suppress all challengers, there was no way to protect such a treasure. With benefits and a sacred land like this, the powers of the entire northwest continent would be willing to slaughter each other until the rivers ran red and skulls piled high.
At this mont, the little valley had already been completely sealed and hidden away by Yao Lao using a spatial barrier.
For outsiders, without knowing the exact location and the thod to open the barrier, it was extrely difficult to intrude here.
Inside, green shade thrived, sheer cliffs surrounded on all sides, and visible mist of energy swirled thickly through the air, rich and carrying a subtle fragrance.
The ground was covered in rare dicinal herbs. Standing here was like stepping into a celestial realm—every breath filled one’s lungs with the fragrance of herbs and the faint vitality of wood-attribute energy.
Due to the spatial barrier, the energy was locked within the valley, no longer leaking out as it had before. With years of accumulation, it was certain that the energy here would only grow more and more concentrated with ti.
Of course, that was assuming no one drew from it. But as the alliance’s sacred secluded cultivation ground, that was obviously impossible.
Right now, within the valley, there were already three sources continuously drawing upon the valley’s energy.
One of the places was the very cave dwelling that Wei Yang had once lived in. Not far from that cave dwelling, there was a newly opened stone chamber.
And in the center of the valley stood a massive purple light cocoon, more than ten feet wide.
The purple light was dense and rich. Although one could not see what lay inside the cocoon, the vast and surging energy it contained made it clear that this was no ordinary object.
On the surface of the cocoon, the purple glow flickered faintly—bright one mont, dim the next—like the rhythmic beating of a heart.
If soone with sharp perception were here, they would notice that at the instant the cocoon’s light shifted, the heaven-and-earth energy within the valley would ripple ever so slightly.
Imdiately afterward, countless streams of energy would be drawn into the cocoon, causing its glow to brighten just a little more. And it wasn’t only the cocoon—those other two places were also constantly absorbing energy.
One could see with the naked eye faint wisps of energy mist in the air, slowly flowing toward those three locations.
The valley was very quiet.
At that mont, an old, illusory figure slowly floated up from beneath the soil of the valley floor. Finally, the aged phantom landed atop a giant boulder and sat cross-legged.
It was Yao Lao.
He first glanced at the distant purple light cocoon, then sensed the cave dwelling and the stone chamber on the other side. After sweeping his perception through the entire valley and finding nothing abnormal, he let out a faint, relaxed smile.
Then, stroking his beard, Yao Lao lowered his head with emotion, staring at the ground below, which was covered in dicinal herbs, and sighed.
"Never thought that deep beneath this valley, there would be such a hidden treasure land. Truly remarkable!"
As he spoke, he smacked his lips in admiration and muttered to himself, "I knew it. No wonder the energy here is so unusually dense, and that Brat Wei was so serious about giving
special instructions regarding this place."
The energy lake below had even startled Yao Lao.
A lake ford from such vast, pure energy—especially here in the barren northwest—was simply too outrageous. Most important of all, the ’water’ of this energy lake was continuously produced, making it virtually inexhaustible.
This was the kind of perfect cradle for nurturing powerhouses that every faction dread of having. And it was wood attribute, brimming with the most vibrant life force.
If it weren’t for the need to guard those in the valley who were in closed-door cultivation, Yao Lao would have already subrged his entire soul into that energy lake without hesitation.
For now, he could only shake his head helplessly and suppress the tempting thought. If he was going to soak in it, he’d have to wait until Xiao Yan erged from seclusion.
"No wonder that Brat Wei grew so quickly, even I was shocked. Turns out he’s been sitting on such a treasure land."
"No wonder indeed." Yao Lao mused as he stroked his beard.
With a treasure land like this, even a pig could soar to the heavens—let alone a peerless genius like Wei Yang.
His gaze slowly swept over the not-so-large valley, taking in the dicinal herbs growing everywhere.
When he had first arrived, even he had been slightly moved.
Who would have thought that this unremarkable little valley from the outside could be filled with so many rare dicinal herbs inside?
A place like this, if obtained by any alchemist, would ensure their alchemy skills would never fall to a low level after spending enough ti here.
If news of this spread, it would surely incite envy among countless alchemists. After all, for an alchemist, the allure of rare herbs was no less than that of recipes or cauldrons.
Not to ntion, this was top-grade dicine farmland, capable of producing rare herbs endlessly.
Thinking of this, Yao Lao couldn’t help but smile as he looked toward the newly opened stone chamber.
Inside, in closed-door cultivation, was Fa Ma.
When they had first entered the valley, Fa Ma had been so excited he’d danced with joy for quite so ti, shouting repeatedly that he would resign from his position as president of the Alchemist Association and never go anywhere else again—just retire here.
Yao Lao himself couldn’t help feeling tempted as well.
Not for the herbs, but for the idea of spending all day subrged in the underground energy lake, refusing to leave until his soul was restored to its peak state.
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