If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Feng Yue composed himself and spoke in a deep voice about his biggest concern.

"Who do you think it is? More than twenty of us Quasi-Saints have gathered here, our divine senses covering the entire secret realm, with layers of defense and mutual surveillance."

"But this person can not only hide his figure under all of our noses and lie dormant until now, but also break through the barrier of the innate array silently and at an extremely fast speed."

"Such methods, concealment techniques, and mastery of formations are beyond the capabilities of ordinary quasi-saints, except perhaps for saints!"

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the surrounding quasi-saints all turned solemn, and everyone felt apprehensive and began to show doubt.

Old Huang gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and frustration, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Who else could it be? Besides Xuanqing, that old tortoise of the Xuanwu clan, who else in the world has such abilities?"

"Old Turtle Xuanqing?!"

Everyone present reacted instantly, and their emotions were ignited. They all spoke up angrily and vented their dissatisfaction.

"What a cunning Xuan Qing! Such deep scheming! He dared to plot against all of us without making a sound."

"That Xuan Qing! He actually dared to trick us. I think his Xuanwu clan has no desire to live anymore!"

"That old tortoise! ​​We met on the Chaos Battlefield a few days ago, and he seemed so docile, patient, and harmless. I never imagined he was hiding his true nature so well!"

"That's right, we've all misjudged him. This old tortoise is actually the most cunning and patient quasi-saint in this world!"

Everyone chimed in with their own words, cursing and complaining, their resentment palpable.

After a long and drawn-out tirade, the indignation in everyone's hearts subsided slightly, and the noisy sky gradually quieted down, with the atmosphere returning to a somber state.

At this moment, the old Buddhist monk who had been silently observing the situation stepped forward, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist mantra, breaking the silence.

"Amitabha Buddha, please be patient, and listen to what this old monk has to say."

All eyes immediately fell on the old monk, waiting for his explanation.

The old monk spoke with a calm gaze and a steady tone.

"Benefactor Xuanqing has already infiltrated the formation. We cannot sit idly by and miss this opportunity."

"In my opinion, we should join forces and break through this innate grand formation as soon as possible to enter and compete for the opportunities within. We cannot let him enjoy the treasures within the formation all to himself."

Before the old monk could finish speaking, a sharp, piercing voice suddenly rang out, interrupting him. The voice was full of disdain and mockery.

"Break the formation my ass! By the time we slowly break through the formation, that old tortoise will have already looted all the treasures inside."

"In my opinion, there's no need to break the formation. We can simply surround it with everyone, creating a trap that will leave us helpless!"

These words were immediately endorsed by most of the Quasi-Saints.

"Great idea! A perfect trap, just right!"

"That's right! We'll hold the great formation and trap him tightly, let's see how long he can hide!"

"That's it! Surround him with the great formation and give him no chance to escape!"

The scene instantly became lively again, the tense confrontation eased considerably, and everyone agreed on this prudent plan.

Just as everyone was echoing his sentiments, the old monk spoke again, pointing out the key flaw in a calm yet incisive manner.

"Amitabha, although your plan seems sound, it has a major oversight."

"Benefactor Xuanqing possesses the bloodline of the Xuanwu divine beast, and his innate physical defense is unparalleled among those of the same level. His tortoise-shell body is impenetrable by any magic."

"Unless a sage himself arrives, who among you present can forcibly break through his defenses and capture him?"

One sentence instantly rendered the noisy crowd speechless.

All the quasi-saints fell silent instantly, their joy vanished, and they all looked hesitant.

"That's true... Xuanwu Xuanqing's defense is known among the quasi-saints of the heavens as unbeatable and formidable."

"Ordinary supernatural powers and innate spiritual treasures cannot harm him in the slightest; at most, they can only repel him, but cannot hold him back at all."

After a brief silence, another quasi-saint spoke up in rebuttal, his tone carrying a certain certainty.

"So what? He can run away, but he can't hide! Even if Xuan Qing can escape the formation with his unparalleled defense, does he think he can lead the entire Xuanwu clan to migrate and flee this world?"

"He stole our opportunity today, but he will eventually pay the price when we target the Xuanwu clan!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, but no one noticed that the old Buddhist monk standing to the side, upon hearing these words, had a completely somber expression. The Buddhist light in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of coldness, and he spoke in a detached tone.

"Amitabha Buddha, does the benefactor have a problem with my Buddhist sect by saying such things? If so, I, whether a humble monk or a saint in the sect, can accept it."

Only then did everyone realize that the old monk was angry, especially since even the sage had been brought up.

Some of the quasi-saints quickly tried to smooth things over, and the quasi-saint who had just brought up the Buddhist temple no longer dared to speak recklessly.

After much arguing, debate, and deliberation, the twenty-odd quasi-saints finally finalized the plan.

The group had a clear division of labor: some worked together to deduce the formation and continuously tried to break the innate grand formation, ready to enter at any time.

Another group surrounded the entire innate grand formation, deploying layers of defenses to imprison and seal off the void.

Their objective was clear: to pursue both objectives simultaneously, neither abandoning the plan to break through the enemy lines and seize the treasure, nor abandoning the plan to completely cut off any escape route.

We must be on the safe side to prevent Xuan Qing from escaping through the void after looting all the opportunities within the formation; we must ensure that he is trapped and killed within the formation.

The group of quasi-saints thought their plan was meticulous and foolproof, but they were completely unaware that they had misjudged the identity of the newcomer from beginning to end.

The true Xuanwu clan's Quasi-Saint Xuanqing is not in this secret realm at this moment.

He was following the trails left by a group of quasi-saints, hurrying from the distant chaotic region towards the secret realm, completely unaware of what was happening.

Zhou Ming, who had quietly infiltrated the formation, never imagined that his casual attempt to break through a crack in the formation to explore would lead to him being mistaken for Xuanwu Xuanqing by more than twenty top quasi-saints from the heavens.

At this moment, all the powerful figures outside formed a great encirclement, laying a net that could trap him like a turtle in a jar, waiting for him to finish looting and then reveal himself to break out.

As Zhou Ming passed through the gap in the array and stepped completely into the interior of the innate grand array, he froze, his steps instinctively stopping.

He originally thought that the interior of this innate grand formation, which trapped more than twenty quasi-saints and contained endless mysteries, must be a scene full of killing intent, numerous restrictions, and extreme danger.

The scene that came into view completely overturned his expectations.

The interior of the entire formation is quite vast, spanning thousands of miles.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is covered with pure white lotus flowers, paired with layers of emerald green lotus leaves, stretching from where you stand all the way to the horizon, seemingly without end.

A pool of clear, spiritual water flows quietly, nurturing the entire lotus pond.

A delicate fragrance permeated the entire space, permeating every nook and cranny.

Zhou Ming took a gentle breath, the fragrance entering his body and flowing through his limbs and bones, soothing the restlessness he had felt while following and lurking, making him feel relaxed and comfortable.