Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
In quiet cultivation, Ding Yan clearly felt that his realm had become more stable, and after absorbing the spiritual energy in Wasteland City, there were signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation. If he could continue cultivating here for another month, Ding Yan was confident that his cultivation would definitely break through to the middle stage, and may even be close to the late stage.
With such significant progress achieved in just two days, the effectiveness of the universe scripture was evident.
In comparison, Ding Yan was actually not very concerned about the Hades Scripture cultivated by Old Immortal Hades.
A cultivation method that can only cultivate to the level of an Eighth-Tribulation Loose Immortal pales in comparison to the universe scripture.
"Someone else has arrived..."
The mist surged.
During these days, quite a few people arrived, but they were all Qi Refinement cultivators, not a single Loose Immortal among them.
However, the commotion this time was much greater than before. The gray mist seemed to be boiling, twisting for a moment, and an unkempt old Taoist rolled out from it. Everyone was shocked, but before they could speak, a terrifying roar emanated from the mist, a menacing aura that could clearly be felt even from behind the mist.
Many cultivators trembled and quickly fled.
However, the gray mist apparently had an unexpected function. After the terrifying voice roared for a while, it eventually receded unwillingly...
"Haha... I finally escaped!" The disheveled old Taoist sat on the ground, laughing wildly.
The crowd was stunned.
Could this person be crazy?
The old Taoist laughed for a long time before finally calming down, then he realized that many people were staring at him dumbfoundedly. With a flushed face, he angrily said, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll twist your heads off!"
As he spoke, a terrifying aura involuntarily radiated from the old Taoist's body, revealing a hidden lightning in his soul.
"Loose Immortal!" Many Qi Refinement cultivators showed respectful expressions.
"It's a Tribulation Loose Immortal!" Yunmo's face turned grim.
Dealing with just Wumie and the Jiu Clan was already troublesome enough, and now, with the arrival of another Tribulation Loose Immortal, it was not good news for them who were trying to claim the Hades Scripture.
Sitting inside the formation, Ding Yan squinted at the unkempt old Taoist.
Another Tribulation Loose Immortal had arrived. Including Wumie and the Jiu Clan, three Tribulation Loose Immortals were now present.
In the Eastern Territory, Tribulation Loose Immortals were a rare sight because they were already considered figures who had stepped into the path of a Loose Immortal, and they were basically preparing for the next Tribulation. Only those near-demon cultivators would casually wander outside, as they had already disregarded the pressure brought by the Tribulation.
Of course, there was another type of person who would appear in the outside world. These people were mostly mediocre in talent and had no assurance for the next celestial Tribulation, much like the past Ding Yan, who had no assurance and put his hopes in ancient relics, hoping to find an opportunity to pass the Tribulation.
"Five Sources Old Ghost, how did you end up like this?" Wumie stood up and walked towards the unkempt old Taoist.
The mad Taoist, was indeed the Five Sources Loose Immortal.
Hearing this, the mad Taoist cursed angrily, "How would I know! I had originally caught a little guy who could cultivate Dao arts, and I was planning to bring him here. Who would have thought that a high-level formation expert hidden in the dark suddenly attacked, and a pile of runes rained down, attracting a seductive skeleton. I almost lost my life, had it not been for this refined gold robe, I would have been in the hands of those monsters."
After speaking, he looked at his tattered robe and couldn't help but show a pained expression.
"A high-level formation expert hidden in the dark?" Wumie couldn't help glancing at Ding Yan hiding in the formation.
"It can't be this little guy." As if knowing what Wumie was thinking, the mad Taoist waved his hand. "The runes thrown out by that person, I don't know how many are high-level, and from those runes, I can clearly feel the aura of time. Most importantly, that person can sense my existence. Every time the runes are thrown out, they appear right above my head... damn, if it weren’t for those runes, my refined gold robe wouldn't have been destroyed so easily."
The Precious Golden Dao Robe was a high-grade defensive artifact obtained by the reclusive disciple of the Five Sources many years ago. After years of refinement, it was originally intended to be used to deal with the next heavenly tribulation, but it was unexpectedly lost here.
Ding Yan, hidden within the array, heard the sound with a stunned expression.
"It can't be a coincidence..." he murmured.
At the time of breaking the array, he had used the method of breaking the array to extract a large number of runes from the spatial array and immediately cast them into the outside world. This disciple of the Five Sources clearly happened to come across some, or rather, advanced runes.
"By this reasoning, is there still a master of formations hiding behind us?" Widow Old Taiyue waved her hand to set up a ban, isolating the voices of the two.
The reclusive disciple of the Five Sources nodded affirmatively. "Those runes all appeared by tearing the space. I estimate that the cultivation of that person is probably higher than ours."
"Are you saying... a master of the second stage immortal tribulation?!" A glimpse of sharpness appeared in Widow Old Taiyue's cloudy old eyes, and a compelling aura burst forth from her stooped figure. "Why would such a figure ambush you?"
"I don't know, it may be related to that Huangfu Ming," the reclusive disciple of the Five Sources speculated.
He really couldn't think of any reason why a master of the second stage immortal tribulation would take action against him.
"Speaking of which, that boy named Huangfu Ming hasn't arrived yet..."
"Regardless of whether it's that boy or not, this time, no matter what, I must obtain the Yellow Springs Scripture. You should rest first and recover to peak condition. I estimate that there is still half a day before this ghost gate opens. By then, you and I will join forces, plus Jin Jiuliu, we should be able to rush in." After finishing speaking, Widow Old Taiyue took out a green pill and handed it to the reclusive disciple of the Five Sources.
"This is the Solid Element Pill, which can accelerate your recovery speed."
Taking the pill, the reclusive disciple of the Five Sources looked at it and praised, "The friend's alchemy skills have advanced again..."
"Without obtaining the techniques, the way forward is severed. No matter how good your alchemy skills are, it's all in vain." After saying this, Widow Old Taiyue waved her hand to remove the ban and returned to her original position, sitting down.
The reclusive disciple of the Five Sources also did not say much, after taking the pill, he quickly adjusted his breath.
A green mist gradually appeared around him. These green mists were all elemental forces, visibly dense, indicating the efficacy of the Solid Element Pill.
Time passed...
Half a day passed in a flash.
Boom! A sudden rumbling sound echoed, and the cultivators who were originally sitting stood up and looked towards the city wall. Several scattered immortals, including Yunmo reclusive disciple, gathered together, took out their own treasures, and looked toward the source of the rumbling. With the experience from last time, they were well aware that the ghost gate was about to reappear.
Runes flowed on the black city wall.
In the eyes of the people, these ancient runes seemed to become ripples, starting to fluctuate.
After a while, a huge plaque emerged from the black stone, with two large characters on both sides changing from dark to bright, eventually turning into blood red characters.
Ghost Gate!
The words were eerie and filled with an ominous aura!