Chapter 17: Thanks to the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion

Just a moment ago, Yang Qiu, who was furious, underwent an 180-degree transformation in less than a second! The Heavenly Secret Pavilion! Truly worthy of being the Heavenly Secret Pavilion! To be able to calculate such a secretive place and even provide a method to break the formation. The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion is truly extraordinary!

Yang Qiu stood in the formation, bent down and picked up several damaged weapons from the ground. The owners of these weapons were formidable, and the weapons themselves were of high quality. The materials used were precious. Even if the weapons were broken, collecting the materials and melting them down for re-forging might yield several excellent Holy Lord Grade weapons.

"It's worth it!" Yang Qiu was shaking with excitement. "I even made a little profit!"

This formation had existed for countless years. Over time, many who mistakenly entered this place had fallen victim to it. They did not have his luck or knowledge of the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. They were killed by the formation shortly after entering. Even if he didn't become a Saint this time, just picking up equipment would almost cover his expenses!

"With all these materials, when I go back to find the Pavilion Master, exchange for a few pieces of information, how can I not become stronger?"

Glints of light flashed in Yang Qiu's eyes. At this moment, he was thinking far ahead. Becoming a Saint was no longer his main goal. As long as he continued to receive information from the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, even becoming a Saint King or even a Great Saint seemed possible!

Yang Qiu waved his sleeves, instantly collecting everything on the ground. As he collected the weapons, the formation was activated!

"Boom!"

Gigantic dragon-shaped blood energy surged into the sky, like a volcano erupting, with a majestic aura, and a divine power comparable to Wang Yang in its surging force. The terrifying killing intent, like a tide, overwhelmed everything. Such power would make even a Saint Realm expert tread carefully, let alone a Holy Lord-level figure.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The metallic trembling sounded. In the sky, crimson longswords, each reaching a hundred zhang in length, condensed, piercing through the firmament. They seemed to be formed from coagulated blood, shrouded in a chilling aura, captivating the soul. It seemed as if the wails of tortured spirits were emerging from the river of time.

These were the people who had fallen in the formation in the past. Instead of having their souls scattered, they were imprisoned here, turned into nourishment for the formation.

"Gulp!"

Yang Qiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This scene was… too horrifying.

Many of the deceased here were even more powerful than him, but now they had all become puppets of the formation. If he had rashly barged in without the help of the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, he would probably end up like them.

"Boom!"

The formation activated, radiating a dazzling light that soared into the heavens, causing the entire void to tremble. Blood-red longswords intertwined, creating a path of supreme principles that covered the sky like a spider web descending from the firmament.

Ancient formations were fully revived, displaying an unrivaled divine might, surpassing the protective formations of many sects. It was hard to imagine that after countless years, the formation still possessed such power.

"Gulp!"

Yang Qiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This place was too terrifying. The terrifying power made his legs cramp. At this critical moment, Yang Qiu immersed his mind in the jade slip, reviewing the method to break the formation recorded within. After a moment, he quickly came to his senses and took a step forward to the left.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound echoed. Blood-colored longswords fell, resembling billions of stars shattering, filling the sky with dazzling light. Even the residual waves made Yang Qiu's body almost crack.

But fortunately, under the impact of the formation just now, he survived!

"I'm not dead…!"

Yang Qiu looked at the formation with lingering fear. Fortunately, he had the jade slip given by the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape this attack with his own skills.

With the experience from the first encounter, the road ahead became smoother. Following the decryption method in the jade slip, he navigated the formation with ease, narrowly avoiding the lethal aspects of the formation each time.

"Thanks to the Pavilion Master."

Yang Qiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and did not choose to leave the formation immediately. Instead, he carefully studied it. Judging from the style of this formation, it didn't seem to be created by someone from the righteous path. Those of the righteous path wouldn't imprison souls like this; it seemed more like the work of someone from the demonic path.

If there was a chance, bringing this formation back to the Nine Nether Demon Sect would undoubtedly be a tremendous enhancement to the sect's strength. After all, this formation had been passed down from ancient times. Anything related to the ancient era was considered valuable, and anything slightly inferior would not have survived until now, disappearing in the long passage of time.

"Hmm…" Yang Qiu pondered for a moment and thought, "After this trip, no matter what, I must go to the Great Wilderness City again. Perhaps the Pavilion Master has a way to bring this formation back."

If he could place this formation on the peak where he resided, just the thought of it was extremely prestigious. Besides himself, who else could ask a Saint to set up a formation for them?

Half an hour later, Yang Qiu broke through the first killing formation and entered a small paradise. Seeing the scene inside, he was stunned.

Before him, a fairyland appeared, with rich spiritual energy saturating the air. The ground was covered with numerous spiritual springs, a sight only found in a few blessed lands. Yet, it existed here as well.

Looking around, countless treasures of heaven and earth swayed in the wind. The fragrance of spiritual herbs was intoxicating, giving a sensation of floating into an immortal realm with just one sniff!

This small paradise seemed untouched by anyone for an unknown amount of time.

For countless millennia, there were numerous spirit herbs here, some even reaching a million years in age. At the very center, a spirit herb, three zhang tall with nine leaves, stood out. Dripping with vibrant green, it radiated a spiritual glow, accompanied by the appearance of dragon and phoenix phenomena, truly extraordinary!

"Saint Grade herb!" Yang Qiu took a glance, and his eyes couldn't move away.

"Azure Sky Spirit Grass that is a million years old… This is incredibly precious! Did the Pavilion Master knew that an Azure Sky Spirit Grass has grown here?"

Unbelievable!

Step by step, Yang Qiu walked towards the Azure Sky Spirit Grass. He seemed entranced, his eyes fixed on this sacred herb. This herb could help dispel inner demons and was invaluable outside. He had searched for hundreds of years without success, but today, he finally found it! And it was still over a million years old!