Surrounding the towering stone platform were nurous stone pillars, evenly spaced as if standing guard. Upon each pillar rested a transparent box, their contents shimring faintly beneath the dim torchlight.
Within these glassy containers lay rare and precious treasures—elixirs crafted from heaven and earth, ancient herbs steeped in spiritual essence, and plants suffused with profound vitality.
Spiritual weapons and arcane tools glimred in their sanctuaries, their power palpable even through the crystal.
More than twenty such boxes stood there, each holding an extraordinary relic beyond ordinary imagining.
In addition to these pillars, large storage boxes clustered about the chamber’s edges, promising even greater treasures concealed within their hallowed confines.
"So many treasures!" Chro Silkrain’s eyes montarily sparkled with excitent before he hastily tempered himself.
He could not risk taking anything without Aether’s explicit consent.
Otherwise, such greed would lead only to death.
"Don’t act recklessly," Ethan warned firmly. "With this many treasures, strict seals and formations almost certainly guard them."
His gaze shifted toward the center of the platform.
There rested a grand coffin, encircled by the stone pillars—a silent sentinel in the middle of this sanctum.
This must be the final resting place of the ancient ruins owner.
Whether truly the legendary Star Emperor or another, the solemnity was unmistakable.
Ethan’s fingers pulsed with gathered essence and blood, weaving a potent offensive.
He flicked his hand, unleashing a beam of bloody light toward the stone platform.
But just as the light neared the platform, a gleaming barrier of golden light sprang up, halting the attack.
The bloody beam struck the barrier like a pebble causing water ripples before fading away into silence.
"There really is a seal and formation!" Chro Silkrain muttered in surprise.
Though prepared ntally, the sight of the formidable seal startled him.
He had experienced sealing formations and deadly defenses before, believing the stone platform would be the end—where treasures would be ripe for the taking.
But to discover such a potent seal protecting the treasures so close was unexpected.
"The owner of this ancient ruin was cautious indeed," Eunice murmured, admiration sparkling in her eyes.
"Inside and out, countless protective chanisms guard these halls. If not for Mr. Aether, we would never have passed even the ancient monunt."
Despite the praise, Ethan’s expression remained unreadable.
These were basic precautions.
In a perilous world, surviving long demanded infinite vigilance.
Anything less would lead to an unknown death.
Suddenly, a crisp sound cut the silence.
A silver sword materialized in Ethan’s hand.
The Immortal Sword—the Remand Dream.
Its power promised to shatter the seal’s limitations.
"Get back!" Ethan’s eyes glead with sudden solemnity.
Light blue flas flickered wildly atop the sword—an eerie fusion of Profound Purifying Fla and Azure Fla.
The flickering flas danced like ethereal lights under the dark night, thrashing and weaving as they released devastating power.
Upon seeing the fla’s potency, the three bystanders gazed wide-eyed.
The pupils of Eunice, Chro, and Cecilia contracted sharply.
Though all three hailed from distinguished families and possessed so knowledge, the flas bewildered them.
In an instant, they understood—these were the legendary Strange Flas.
Strange Flas appeared in two forms: Beast Flas and Spiritual Flas.
Spiritual Flas further split into Innate Spiritual Flas and Original Spiritual Flas.
The light blue blaze clutching Ethan’s blade was likely the mythical Original Spiritual Fla!
This fla, even in a wisp, could reduce them to ash in an instant.
"The tears of the old king are traceless; the setting sun illumines the dream!" Ethan’s aura exploded with fierce intensity.
Sword intent surged outward, condensing rapidly into a tempestuous torrent.
The sword’s fury fell like heavy rain descending from the heavens, flooding the entire chamber with relentless strikes.
The sword intent carved across the air with wild abandon—Sword marks raking the walls, the floor, and the pillars.
The montum was so fierce it stirred violent winds through the chamber.
Moss lifted and fluttered; vines thick as wrists shredded midair.
Even the dense stone pillars shuddered, letting out ominous cracks.
"So powerful!" The trio were dumbfounded, speechless.
All three retreated several paces to maintain safety.
The whip of air buffeted their hair and pushed them aside like leaves in a storm.
The sword intent lashed their faces, each cut as sharp as a blade’s edge.
"Mr. Aether, our cultivation remains sealed!" Cecilia Emberveil grit her teeth and shouted.
"Noisy!" Ethan waved dismissively.
At their feet, a small formation compass clattered down.
As one, the three found themselves enveloped in a protective formation.
anwhile, Ethan’s sword intent had reached its peak.
It condensed into a miniature world, enveloping the stone platform.
His eyes snapped fierce.
With a sudden flash, he darted forward.
The Remand Dream swung diagonally.
"The sword transforms the world!"
"Sword skill—Silver Blade Breaking the Sky!"
A colossal flaming sword manifested, striking at the golden seal.
Boom!
The shockwave shattered two rows of stone pillars.
Bronze lamps lining the walls shattered into fragnts.
The entire ruin trembled ominously.
Still, the sword intent soared on.
Its jagged light carved the surrounding space.
Though the broken space repaired quickly, the sword strike tore it open ti and ti again.
Ethan’s relentless assault breached the golden seal.
Cracks spider-webbed outward like shattered glass.
"My self-created sword skill cannot break the seal in one blow," Ethan murmured.
"The cultivators who cultivated in those tis were truly powerful. My Dharma Body realm cultivation is still far insufficient. I must keep practicing."
Holding the immortal-grade spiritual weapon elevated the attack’s vigor beyond before.
Even Oswin would not dare oppose this assault.
Yet the seal persisted.
This barrier of the formation was far more formidable than the colossal super seal formation outside.
Still, Ethan remained undeterred.
He carved the sword path with steady resolve.
"Bang Fist!"
"Dark Hand!"
Ducking low to the breach in the sealing barrier, Ethan unleashed a brutal barrage.
His fists pumled the cracks relentlessly—dozens of heavy, violent blows.
Each strike held the might to fell a ferocious eighth-level beast.
The echoing blows resounded through the chamber.
Looking at the attack, Cecilia and the others trembled in terror.
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