now if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!After its appearance, the enemy side showed three masters whose strength was comparable to that of the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Even Han...A solitary stone pavilion hangs precariously here, situated precisely where three illusions converge. Surrounding it, visions shift and change incessantly.

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However, the fluctuations of the three illusions did not affect the interior of the stone pavilion at all. The stone pavilion seemed to have an invisible barrier.

Despite the winds and rains outside, the pavilion remained tranquil. This was a rare sight in the entire court.

At this moment, several demonic cultivators were standing or kneeling in the pavilion, as if seeking refuge.

Some were sensitive to the shifting energies of the Great Array of Embryonic Souls, while others stared intently at the Vajra Bodhi Tree, their lips licking nervously as covetousness flickered in their hearts.

However, when they caught sight of a young man in black robes meditating at the center of the pavilion, they quickly suppressed their greed and dared not act out of line.

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“My lord, the grand formation is complete. It has locked onto that area; it should be accurate...”

The long-bearded old man who always stood beside the youth in black robes bowed slightly and said respectfully.

The young man in black was a demon king, whose name was Ling You Wang.

All the demon marquesses turned their gazes to King Ling You, awaiting his orders.

"Oh"

Lingyou King opened his eyes, and both were a strange black, devoid of whites, as if they could absorb all light.

At that moment, when they suddenly saw Ling You Wang's eyes, even the demon marquis who were well-prepared couldn't help but tremble in their hearts and become even more respectful in their demeanor.

Only the old man with long whiskers looked as usual, pointing his finger towards where the spiritual energy of the Yuantai Grand Formation converged.

"Hehehe, time to move..."

The Spirit King's laughter was as strange as his black eyes. When the demon marquis heard it, a chill ran down their spines inexplicably.

Before the words could even fall, Ling You Wang stood up. He casually glanced in the direction indicated by the elder with the long beard, his figure flashed, and he stepped out of the stone pavilion.

Beneath his feet, a black cloth suddenly appeared. The surface of the cloth was pitch-black, with only a few crisscrossing thin gold lines dividing it into squares, like a piece cut from a chessboard.

The black orb spun and expanded, and in its wake, the chaotic visions calmed.

The Spirit King Lingyou walked with his hands behind his back, his steps echoing through the void. With every step he took, the black cloth moved forward a considerable distance on its own, and along the way, the strange visions gradually subsided, leaving a clear path.

The demon lords hurriedly chased after, soon discovering something was amiss.

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Following the direction where Ling You Wang was walking, it was clearly heading towards the Diamond Bodhi Tree.

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“Does the Lord want to get the Diamond Sutra first”

An elderly man with a long beard questioned in puzzlement.

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The Lingyou King said lightly, "What heaven bestows but man does not accept will ultimately bring misfortune."

But...

The long-bearded old man hesitated, they were not close to the Diamond Bodhi Tree. To detour for treasure was likely to miss important matters.

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Among these demon lords, only he dared to question the decision of the Spirit Whisper King.

Ling You Wang did not show anger, instead letting out a chuckle that held an unclear meaning. "So many experts, one more or less of this king wouldn't make a difference. This king won't vie for credit, they might even be grateful to this king."

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All the demon lords were taken aback by this, looking at each other in surprise and not knowing how to react.

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Before, King Lingyou ordered a halt at Shi Ting. It was thought to be a deep and thoughtful strategy, conserving strength and waiting for the right moment.

To my utter surprise, Lingyou King had absolutely no intention of participating. At the crucial moment, he led his men to pick fruit instead.

The Digital Demon King self-severed his cultivation to enter the Dao Platform, which shows that the object of contention must be extremely important and cannot be lost.

Since you don't want to participate in the fight, why would King Lingyou harm himself by cutting down his cultivation Doing so could easily cause a major mishap, leading to punishment from the Great Saints and leaving him with nowhere to hide in the Ghost Nation.

All the demon lords were bewildered, and they looked towards the distance. Could there be some other mystery to the Grand Formation of Embryos that ensured absolute safety That's why the Ghost King was so confident

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"Well, if any of you are eager to make a name for yourselves, feel free to go. Don't blame me later," Ling You Wang suddenly turned his head and glanced at everyone present, saying calmly.

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Upon touching those dark eyes, all the demon lords suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and hastily shook their heads.

Although merit is commendable, one's life is more precious!

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This battle will surely be very fierce, they were already on edge, worried that they wouldn't be able to escape the battlefield.

The Lingyou King's actions gave them a reason to stay away from the storm vortex, which was exactly what they wanted.

Compared with safety and danger, the strength of Vajra is secondary.

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Even if there were flaws, Ling You Wang would be at the forefront.

The void was floating with green flames.

Emerald flames, like ghostly wisps, danced and flitted about.

However, the green flames here are too dense, almost a sea of fire. As the green flames drift, they constantly collide with each other, resulting in fusion and fission.

Each fusion and fission process emits a special kind of wave. To the naked eye, it appears very gentle, like a gentle breeze blowing, causing the surrounding green flames to flicker slightly, but it is not dangerous.

At that moment, a white light suddenly shot out from the edge of the sea of fire.

'Boom!'

In the white light, runes flickered, revealing a rune sword. The sword's qi was like a rainbow, cleaving through the sea of fire.

At the edge of the sea of flames, a very obvious crack formed. But despite its imposing presence, the powerful sword light dimmed at an astonishing speed, heading toward extinction.

'The sword that was devoured, was born from the collision of green flames, a harmless ripple.'

It is obvious that everything here is just a superficial appearance, and danger lurks beneath the surface of this fire.

As the sword light was about to vanish, a blue glow surged out from the cracks in the fire sea.

The azure light was incredibly pure, possessing a strange power that calmed the mind. Yet, this azure light itself was not at peace; it surged rapidly towards the fissure's exit.

At last, in the instant that the fissure closed, a blue light burst from the inferno, revealing several figures slightly disheveled.

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These six people were all dressed in Taoist robes. They had varying degrees of charring on their robes, and after they rushed out of the sea of fire, they looked visibly relieved.

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The green light gradually converged.

They all stopped at the edge of the fire, looking back at the sea of flames, their eyes flickering with fear.

Their experience in the sea of fire had been terrifying, but they hadn't even reached the deepest part of the Zhitan before encountering such a dangerous illusion, nearly causing them to fail.

"Ahem..."

Among the crowd, a white-haired old Taoist clutched his chest and coughed violently.

Qingguang finally took the other green jade ball into his hand. It was just this treasure that everyone had used together to resist the green fire.

"Master!"

"Elder Left!"

Seeing the white-haired old Taoist's face as pale as gold paper and his complexion extremely poor, everyone was shocked.

They all already knew the true identity of this left predecessor.

This person was once a great immortal, holding the rank of a third-grade official. He served as a high-ranking official in the Nine Heavens Golden Palace and was appointed as the deputy envoy of the Tianshu Courtyard, sharing responsibility for its affairs.

However, many years ago, Zuo Zhenren had resigned from the post of Deputy Commander of the Tianshu Courtyard and had no involvement in worldly affairs. Therefore, people often addressed him as a senior by his title.

It's been a long time since we've seen Zuo Zhenren appear. Many people speculate that he may have failed his tribulation, or gone into seclusion. Some even speculate that Zuo Zhenren is so talented that the Daoist sect believes he has the potential to become a True Monarch, allowing him to retreat from the world for cultivation. Perhaps now he's in the middle or even later stage of the Five-Seal Magic Position.

When everyone learned that the Left Grand Master had self-immolated, they were all shocked.

"Smooth sailing!"

Left True Man put away the jade ball in his hand and waved his hand.

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Although everyone's faces still held a trace of sadness.

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With the Left True Person's strength, it's impossible for the dangers in the illusion to injure him this badly.

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They were unexpectedly ambushed by demons. The attack came so suddenly that they were caught off guard. Left Zhenren, protecting everyone, was injured by the demon king's blow.

Having just escaped the enemy, and before they could even stand firm, another golden light erupted, shaking the foundation of their illusionary world. The green flames, which were initially unremarkable in power, suddenly surged with tremendous strength. Caught off guard, everyone was engulfed by the flames.

Fortunately, Left True Person reacted quickly and shielded everyone from the first impact of the green fire. However, this also worsened his injuries.

"How are your injuries, senior"

A real person worriedly asked.

All true powers are not weak, as long as one is cautious and does not fear the dangers of illusions themselves. However, if Left True Person gets injured, if they were to encounter a demon king, it would be perilous.

Although the Demon King had cut off his cultivation, causing his realm to fall, the cultivators still didn't consider themselves opponents of the Demon King.

Left True Man suppressed the chaotic breath, looked towards the direction where the Spirit Gathering Array was converging, and after sensing it with a jade talisman for a while, he said: "This poor Taoist feels that his Dao foundation is damaged, and I'm afraid I need to suppress my injuries first, otherwise, I will become a burden. But this matter is of paramount importance, one more person means one more strength. You all go ahead first and head there, meet up with the fellow Daoists, you should still be able to make it in time..."

As he spoke, Zuo Zhenren pointed south with his finger and carefully explained a few things.

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Those who know the truth, understand the gravity of the situation and immediately set out to fulfill their mission. One person remained behind: “The platform is in disarray, the predecessors are seriously injured. I ask Daoist Liu to protect the predecessors.”

They also just found out that what Left True Person cultivated was the Golden Seal Altar, and there were no demonic soldiers under his command.

Zuo Zhenren's injuries were almost out of control, his face pale. He closed his eyes and nodded slightly, moving away from the green fire and finding a safe place to take medicinal pills to heal his wounds.

Elder Liu stood beside Elder Zuo, his face full of vigilance, but his gaze couldn't help being drawn to the Diamond Bodhi Tree.

By the time they escaped danger, the bodhi tree was nowhere to be seen, only a fading golden glow.

Before, I didn't pay close attention, and I didn't notice the real people who left, including King Kong's presence.

But the light flame was located between them and their target. After the left man recovered from his injuries, they might have to pass through there. Liu Zhenren couldn't help but look at this vision a few more times, wondering what it meant.

Just as groups of cultivators and demon cultivators set off toward their respective targets, Qin Sang was also in action.

He stepped out of the flower field space, wings sprouting on his back, transforming into lightning that ripped through the air.

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The situation in the arena is chaotic right now, with hidden dangers lurking everywhere. Many illusions that Qin Sang has traversed countless times and is very familiar with have become unrecognizable, making it difficult to use escapism techniques.

However, relying on Qin Sang's understanding of the altar and the assistance of Tianmu Butterfly, they constantly changed direction, circumventing and dodging dangers, always managing to turn crises into safety without significantly slowing down.

When racing, Qin Sang always stared at the Diamond Bodhi Tree.

As time passed, the Bodhi Tree of Vajra was disappearing at an accelerated rate. Qin Sang could only do his best to discern every detail, deduce the location of the Bodhi Tree, and the distance between himself and it.

"It doesn't seem too far..."

Qin Sang pondered silently.

The tree shadows disappear too quickly. At this rate, he won't be able to reach them before they vanish entirely.

However, Qin Sang had already memorized all the sights surrounding the shadow of the tree.

His only hope now was that he wouldn't be beaten to the punch by someone else.

Whew!

A sudden gust of cold wind swept up from beneath their feet.

Qin Sang's gaze did not leave the tree shadow, but his reaction was not slow at all. Feng Yi flapped its wings with force.

With a roar of thunder, speed increased by 50%.

After Qin Sang left, a strong wind arrived, which turned out to be a silver strange tentacle.

It reached out but grasped nothing, twisting restlessly in place. The suction cups on it kept sucking, like a living thing.

Qin Sang did not look back. Tianmu Die saw the tentacles clearly and discovered that there was more than one. The silver mist below churned, and thousands upon thousands of tentacles stretched out from the mist, all pointing towards Qin Sang.

Hearing the whooshing sound of breaking air, Qin Sang's scalp tingled. He exerted himself to the fullest, using his escape art to narrowly dodge countless tentacles that lunged at him.

When Qin Sang rushed out of the attack range, he couldn't help but glance back. He remembered that this place was very peaceful before the silver mist appeared, but he didn't expect it to hide so many strange things.

Compared to the tentacles behind, it was much calmer and safer all around.

Ahead lies a field of fragmented walls and ruins.

This place must have once been a magnificent palace, but now there is nothing left intact. Not even a wall taller than a man can be found, and the collapsed sections are unknown to where they have gone.

Though it be a ruined wall, there is still something extraordinary about it.

Qin Sang had once tried, finding the crumbling wall incredibly sturdy. Not even a single brick could be dislodged. At this moment, the remnants of the wall shimmered with a jade-like glow, very extraordinary indeed.

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