Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

He pointed to the bronze star map disc at the center of the altar.

hum!
The entire bronze disc, infused with a massive amount of stellar power, burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

On the surface of the disc, countless ancient runes, like awakened dragons, lit up one by one and began to move rapidly in a mysterious trajectory.

At the same time, Master Xuan Yang's voice resounded throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.

"Start the formation!"

Rumble!
Following his order.

At the same time, the ten top-grade spiritual veins deep underground of Qingyun Sect were completely detonated.

A massive amount of pure spiritual energy, almost solidified into a tangible substance, surged towards Tianjue Cliff like a flood bursting its banks, guided by the mountain-protecting array.

In that instant, the entire Qingyun Sect shook violently.

Inside the sect, all the lights went out instantly.

The defensive light barrier surrounding the mountains has also become much thinner.

Countless disciples who were cultivating felt the surrounding spiritual energy being instantly drained, and a sense of weakness spread throughout their bodies.

They are using the entire sect's millennia-long savings as the foundation for opening the Star Gate.

It's a big gamble.

If they win, their sect will transcend this realm and ascend to the heavens in one step.

If they lose, they will face utter ruin and the destruction of their sect.

A massive amount of spiritual energy converged at the summit of Tianjue Cliff, forming an enormous, constantly rotating vortex of spiritual energy.

At the center of the vortex was the bronze star map disc.

Luo Qingchen's expression was extremely focused.

His consciousness was completely connected with the entire altar and the bronze star map disc.

He could clearly feel that enormous, unimaginable energies were gathering, compressing, and colliding within the altar.

This process is fraught with danger.

Around the altar, the ancient restrictions that had been dormant for thousands of years began to be passively activated under the stimulation of this enormous energy.

Strikes of black lightning and spatial rifts appeared without warning around the altar, attempting to destroy everything that was taking place.

"Xiao Wan!"

Luo Qingchen gave a low shout.

"understand!"

Su Xiaowan was already prepared.

The array plate in her hand shone brightly.

Golden shields made of runes appeared out of thin air, precisely blocking the locations where the restrictions were unleashed and neutralizing them one by one.

"Bai Ling'er!"

Luo Qingchen spoke again.

"ah!"

Bai Ling'er called out in a clear voice, and she stretched out her fair little hand, pointing a finger at Luo Qingchen's brow.

A gentle and pure dragon power instantly surged into Luo Qingchen's body.

Luo Qingchen immediately guided this power, perfectly merging it with her own chaotic power.

This unique power, which combines two supreme attributes, is the final key to opening the Star Gate.

"Open it for me!"

Luo Qingchen poured this power into the core of the Star Chart Bronze Disc.

boom!
The whole world was eclipsed by it.

Above the altar, the enormous vortex of spiritual energy suddenly accelerated its rotation.

At the center of the vortex, space began to twist and fold violently.

A blurry, enormous portal phantom began to slowly emerge from the distorted space.

The portal, hundreds of feet high, was entirely composed of flowing starlight, exuding an ancient, vast, and profound aura.

It was as if on the other side of the portal, there was a completely different, unknown world.

The Star Gate has finally appeared!

Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether they were disciples of the Qingyun Sect or covetous forces outside the mountain, was deeply shocked by this magnificent spectacle.

However, at this moment.

An extremely intense energy fluctuation came from the direction of the Moon Gazing Valley to the west.

That was Elder Qin Mingyuan, burning his own life force in a final, desperate battle against three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators.

This energy fluctuation, filled with an aura of destruction and death, instantly interfered with the newly formed stargate.

The stargate phantom, which was gradually solidifying, began to shake violently, becoming extremely unstable and even showing signs of collapse.

"not good!"

Luo Qingchen's expression suddenly changed.

He hadn't expected that the energy of the battlefield would have such a significant impact on the opening of the star gate.

He must stabilize the star gate immediately, otherwise all his previous efforts will be in vain.

Furthermore, if this unstable spatial passage were to collapse, the resulting spatial storm would be enough to level the entire Heavenly Cliff.

Luo Qingchen gritted her teeth and activated her divine sense at full power.

Like a master embroiderer, he carefully manipulated the raging spatial energy with his understanding of stellar power and formations.

Sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

His face turned as pale as paper due to the excessive consumption of his mental energy.

Through his efforts, the phantom of the star gate gradually stabilized again.

The entrance to the unknown world, that deep vortex that seemed capable of swallowing all light, was slowly and clearly emerging before everyone.

The Star Gate is about to be fully opened.

But the surrounding crises, like maggots clinging to bones, have not dissipated in the slightest.

Everyone held their breath.

They knew that the moment the stargate truly opened would be the moment when the storm truly reached its climax.

At the summit of Tianjue Cliff, the wind stilled.

That seven-colored star pillar connecting heaven and earth, like a stabilizing needle, temporarily suppressed the raging energy.

In the center of the altar, Luo Qingchen's face was deathly pale.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, across his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the scorching hot bronze star map disc, instantly evaporating into a wisp of smoke.

His entire mind and all his will transformed into countless invisible threads, probing into the slowly forming phantom of the star gate.

It was an incredibly delicate and incredibly dangerous job.

The Star Gate is not a simple gate.

It is an extremely complex living thing, woven from countless spatial laws, celestial trajectories, and energy nodes.

Any deviation in energy input or any misalignment in the connection of any node could lead to the instantaneous collapse of the entire structure.

The consequence will be that Tianjue Cliff, along with the surrounding hundred miles, will be completely torn into cosmic dust by the violent spatial storm.

Within Luo Qingchen's sea of ​​consciousness, the power of chaos was operating, deducing, and simulating at an unprecedented speed.

He could sense that the structure of the stargate was gradually stabilizing.

That vortex leading to the unknown world is gradually moving from illusion to reality.

However, at this critical moment when he could not afford to be distracted, a faint yet extremely sharp discordant sound suddenly pierced his sensory network, which was integrated with the entire altar.

This discord does not stem from the violent energy of the stargate itself.

It did not originate from the earth-shattering battles on the outside battlefield.

It is subtle. It is hidden.

It was filled with deliberate, carefully disguised, cold and vicious murderous intent.

This murderous intent lurked at the edge of the altar, like a venomous snake waiting for its prey to pass by in the grass. It concealed all its aura, leaving only its deadly fangs gleaming coldly in the darkness.

Luo Qingchen's heart sank suddenly.

Insider.

At this time, in this place, there is still a traitor among the people.

He couldn't focus on the sight, nor could he spare any extra thoughts to think about who the other person was or why they were doing this.

All his power must be used to keep the stargate open.

He was like a person walking on a tightrope over a precipice, holding up a heavy mountain in his hands, unable to make any extra movements.

Su Xiaowan stood behind Luo Qingchen, the array disc in her hand shimmering with light, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

She was responsible for resisting the ancient restrictions that were passively triggered by the energy fluctuations of the altar.

The spatial rifts that appeared out of nowhere and the bolts of pitch-black, annihilating divine lightning were all precisely intercepted by her golden shields made of runes.

Her attention was also highly focused, and she did not notice the danger coming from behind.

Lin Wan'er, holding a green vine whip, stood on the outer edge with Bai Ling'er.

Her duty is to protect.

Protect Luo Qingchen, protect Su Xiaowan, protect the core of this entire ceremony.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings warily; the jagged rocks of Tianjue Cliff and the swirling clouds and mist—nothing could escape her notice.

But that murderous intent was hidden too well.

It was like a drop of ink falling into a pitch-black lake, silent and undetectable.

At the edge of the altar, a young man dressed in the ordinary inner disciple's robes of the Qingyun Sect was keeping his head down, mingling among a group of disciples who had come to provide support and were on guard duty.

His name is Wei Cheng.

Within the sect, he was an insignificant figure.

He has average talent and mediocre cultivation. He is usually quiet and reserved, never fights with others, and never attracts attention.

No one knew that he was one of Fang Zhenxiong's assassins, whom he had secretly trained for many years.

He has only one task.

That is to deliver the most fatal blow to Luo Qingchen and the Qingyun Sect at the most critical moment.

After Fang Zhenxiong was imprisoned, these assassins went deeper underground, awaiting new orders.

And today, that order was issued through a channel they could not resist.

In Wei Cheng's eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, only a deathly stillness.

He was like a precise machine, waiting for that one and only opportunity.

The time has come.

Just above the altar, a spatial rift as thick as an arm suddenly appeared, accompanied by a piercing hiss, and slashed fiercely towards the direction where Su Xiaowan was.

This is the most powerful restriction that appeared today.

Su Xiaowan's pupils contracted, and she immediately mobilized all the power of the array plate, condensing three thick golden shields in front of her.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this violent spatial rift.

It's now!

Wei Cheng made a move.

His movements were so subtle that they didn't even make a sound.

He glided across the ground like a shadow, instantly covering a distance of dozens of feet and appearing at the edge of the altar.

In his hand appeared a crystal, completely black, only three inches long, and shaped like a sharp spike.

【Spirit-Breaking Mystic Crystal Thorn】.

This is an extremely vicious magic weapon. It has no inherent destructive power, but it contains a chaotic energy that can instantly detonate spiritual energy nodes.

As long as it is thrown into the bronze star map disk, it can detonate the enormous stellar power that is spinning at high speed inside the bronze disk in a fraction of a second.

The consequences would be a hundred times more terrifying than the collapse of the Stargate.

The entire Star Chart Bronze Disc, this ancient treasure, will be blasted into the most primitive particles along with Luo Qingchen.

Wei Cheng's arm muscles bulged suddenly, and with a flick of his wrist, the black spike transformed into a black line almost invisible to the naked eye, silently shooting towards Luo Qingchen at the center of the altar.

At the same time, his two companions behind him also suddenly attacked.

Their target is not Luo Qingchen, but Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan.

Two sharp sword lights, carrying the determination to perish together, blocked all the two women's escape routes, one from the left and one from the right.

Their goal was not to kill.

It's procrastination.

This was to buy Wei Cheng even a fraction of a second for that fatal blow.

All this happened in a flash.

Almost to the extreme.

However, they were fast.

Luo Qingchen's reaction, however, seemed to transcend time.

The moment he sensed that murderous intent, he had already taken action.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't concentrate.

But he can mobilize resources.

He forcibly separated a wisp of the pure, chaotic power that was surging wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was just a wisp.

But the withdrawal of this wisp of power caused a sharp, needle-like pain in his brain.

The illusory stargate, which was stabilizing, suddenly shook violently, and even showed signs of collapse at its edges.

Two streams of blood slowly flowed from Luo Qingchen's nostrils.

But he ignored it.

That wisp of gray chaotic power, like a living serpent, spread instantly across the entire surface of the altar, following his connection with it.

It did not attack Wei Cheng.

Its target was that black spike flying in mid-air.

laugh.

A very faint sound, almost like a hallucination.

The gray chaotic power, with perfect precision, wrapped around the [Spirit-Breaking Mystic Crystal Thorn].

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

Only annihilation.

The black spikes, upon contact with the power of chaos, were like ice and snow thrown into a raging fire, rapidly melting and disintegrating from head to toe, ultimately turning into a wisp of barely perceptible blue smoke that dissipated into the air.

Wei Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

The confident expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by endless astonishment and horror.

He couldn't understand.

My attack, which I clearly launched, why did it vanish into thin air?

Luo Qingchen, how did he manage to do that without even opening his eyes?

On the other side, Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan reacted just as quickly.

Facing the two deadly sword lights, Lin Wan'er coldly snorted. The green vine whip in her hand instantly transformed into a myriad of whip shadows, like a raging green python, striking first and binding the two attackers along with their flying swords tightly. (End of Chapter)