Starting at the Nascent Soul stage, a rogue cultivator is incredibly poor.

Elder Yang and Elder Long paused slightly, their eyes meeting almost imperceptibly, a fleeting, cunning glint in their eyes before disappearing.

Beside him, Qingyouzi stood still as if in an abyss, his bamboo hat hanging low, the fire curtain undisturbed, as if he were completely unaware of all this.

Elder Yang flew towards the central area of ​​the giant wall first, turning to the side to gesture for them to proceed, his tone carrying a deliberate air of reverence:

"Fellow Daoist, please follow us."

He pointed to the endless gray-white plain ahead and said in a deep voice:

"About a thousand miles ahead is the entrance."

Three streaks of light rose up once more.

After an incense stick had burned, the three of them stopped.

Below were not mountains or palaces, but a huge, terrifying pit, abruptly embedded in this high plain.

The pit's opening was perfectly round, its edges smooth as if cut by a knife. Its diameter was likely several hundred feet, and its interior was pitch black, its depths unfathomable, as if leading straight to the deepest hell. A biting, icy wind whistled and howled as it billowed out from the pit.

Elder Yang and Elder Long exchanged a glance, nodded, and then began to plummet downwards.

Qingyouzi followed closely behind.

During his descent, he quietly extended his divine sense downwards with all his might.

The divine sense, like an invisible tentacle, rapidly extended for ten miles, twenty miles... but at a depth of about twenty miles, it suddenly collided with a tough yet blurry invisible barrier!

Divine consciousness was cut off.

He felt a slight chill in his heart, but remained outwardly calm.

Within the sleeves, dozens of strands of black hair slipped out silently, taking advantage of the faint airflow and the shadow of the stone wall as they fell, they quietly slipped into the tiny cracks in the pit wall beside them, spreading, fixing, and hiding rapidly like mercury seeping into the ground.

The entire process was cleverly concealed by his divine sense, which far surpassed that of his peers, so Yang and Long in front of him were completely unaware.

It continues to fall.

The pit is not straight up and down. After falling for about thirty miles, a huge bend appears on one side of the pit wall, forming a natural tunnel that slopes downwards.

The three of them fell into the tunnel, their feet resting on rough rocks. After walking no more than a hundred steps, the space suddenly opened up before them, revealing a vast underground space.

However, the "end" of the space was completely sealed off.

That's neither a stone gate nor a rock wall.

Instead, they were countless square rock blocks of the same size, completely black. They were densely packed, layered, and perfectly stacked together, forming a huge, flat, and flawless wall of black blocks.

Elder Yang stepped forward and, with a flick of his wrist, took out a small bronze bell, about the size of a fist and with an ancient design.

With a solemn expression, he channeled his magic power into the bell and then flicked his wrist.

"Thump—!"

A deep yet penetrating bell rang out, the sound waves condensing into visible pale gray ripples that crashed directly into the square wall!

Almost the instant the bell rang, Qingyouzi subtly drifted back several steps, creating distance between them.

The area struck by the sound waves suddenly came to life, with the tightly packed black blocks standing up!

They did not simply collapse or move, but rather, as if the most intricate mechanism had been triggered, one piece after another, along some extremely mysterious trajectory, slowly "folding," "unfolding," "rotating," and "displaced" inward... The movements were fluid and eerie, and completely silent.

In the blink of an eye, an irregular, deep passage "opened" inward from the point of impact.

However, the passage was not a smooth road. As far as the eye could see, the inside of the passage was filled with endless, slowly moving black cubes!

They are not static blockages, but are constantly changing positions, with the gaps between them varying in width and without any pattern.

What's even more unsettling is that between these moving blocks, layers of thin, yet unsettling black light shields appear and disappear with the movement of the blocks, nested one after another. The runes on the light shields flow endlessly and change unpredictably.

The space behind the "door" is like a perpetually changing three-dimensional maze composed of countless black cubes and eerie light shields, or the interior of a massive and extremely sophisticated killing machine.

Elder Yang and Elder Long had clearly seen this scene before, but they were still awestruck by its silent, grand, and eerie operation, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Elder Yang composed himself, then, as if remembering something, turned to speak to Qing Youzi.

There was nothing beside him.

He was startled and quickly turned his head to look behind him.

They saw that Qingyouzi had retreated to a dozen steps behind them, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly "observing" the cube maze.

Seeing the two looking over, Qingyouzi's fire curtain stirred slightly, letting out a somewhat awkward dry laugh:

"Ahem... Hehe. I'm used to wandering, and I tend to keep a distance from the unknown. Better safe than sorry, and I hope you two fellow Daoists will understand."

Elder Yang and Elder Long watched as he quickly retreated into the distance, their foreheads throbbing slightly and their faces turning somewhat dark.

Finally, Elder Yang took a deep breath, forced a smile, and waved his hand:

"I understand, I understand. Fellow Daoist, to have cultivated to such a level as a rogue cultivator, your caution is something that those of us from clan backgrounds... can hardly match."

Qingyouzi glanced at him indifferently, a cold smile playing on her lips:

Ha, you old fox.

Without saying another word, he stepped forward, past the two men, and arrived at the entrance to the ever-changing block maze.

His divine sense surged forth like a tide, slowly probing out, attempting to penetrate the gaps between the layers of black light shields and the moving blocks.

Upon first contact, he felt an extremely obscure, ancient, and chaotic force of obstruction. The complexity of the formation's structure and the strangeness of its operating mechanism completely exceeded his previous understanding of formations.

Cracking it? Easier said than done.

He even struggled to stably probe its internal structure.

But as his divine sense forcefully and cautiously penetrated, a faint, yet chilling and familiar aura emanated from the depths of the labyrinth.

That aura... was cold, violent, and chaotic, carrying an ancient sense of decay and evil.

Demonic energy!

Moreover, it is... extremely ancient, the same ancient demonic energy that he felt when he was forced to flee back then!

Qingyouzi was deeply shaken.

What ancient treasures or ancestral caves are sealed deep within this sacred mountain?

It could very well be an ancient demon that has been sealed away... or even more!

He had personally experienced the terror of the ancient demons. They were terrifying beings capable of driving Nascent Soul cultivators to despair and causing widespread devastation to all living beings in a region.

If he hadn't escaped quickly back then and used the ancient teleportation array to arrive at the Heavenly Continent, he would have been a mere skeleton long ago.

If I rashly break the seal here...

The consequences could be disastrous.

His remaining desire to break through the formation, obtain treasures, and exchange for what he needed instantly turned cold and was completely extinguished.

The divine sense was withdrawn.

Qingyouzi slowly straightened up, turned around, and faced Yang and Long, who were watching him nervously from behind.

The eerie light from his hat and the fire curtain obscured his expression; only his calm, almost indifferent voice rang out:

"The two of you."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"I can't break this formation."

The words fell.

The air in the stone chamber seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

A chilling killing intent, like a tangible tide, surged forth from Elder Yang and Elder Long without warning, locking onto Qing Youzi.