I picked up the scattered attributes

Master Ziyang presented them with the principle of "equality of all beings," meaning that no matter how much wealth they possessed, it couldn't withstand paying such a toll.

Therefore, only the strongest individuals, or those with special abilities, were allowed to continue following in.

The rest of the people stayed on the land-based Shenzhou.

In addition, Taigong Si, a master of array formations, also entered.

But he didn't walk in front; instead, he fell to the back.

After confirming with him that the restrictions in this forbidden area were difficult even for a master of array formations to break, An Xian and his companions no longer bothered to pretend. They apologized and then left the old man behind.

Not long after, their screams could be heard.

"Damn it! This compass must be filled with divine gold!"

"How come I always just happen to miss it?!"

"I no longer believe it today—"

"A bunch of ungrateful wretches."

As the group of people quickly disappeared, the old man slowly took out a cane and began to walk slowly across this mysterious land.

The towering and sparsely populated peaks, the interlaced pavilions and palaces, and the ubiquitous glow of the avenues seemed unable to hinder his steps.

A strange light flickered in his cloudy old eyes.

The old man, who was originally listless and uninterested in anything, seemed to perk up at this moment. Every time his cane touched the ground, he would move a distance of thousands of feet through countless restrictive formations.

Even though those spatial mazes easily trapped several demigods, they didn't have much effect on him.

"Huh...this old man!"

By the time Feng Xia discovered it, Taigong Si had already approached the foot of the second peak.

At the summit of the second peak lies the tomb of Guangling Sanren.

"Strange, very strange! He actually broke through so many restrictions without making a sound! If I hadn't discovered it early enough, he probably would have been able to enter as if it were his own backyard!"

"In other words, he actually has the ability to break my restrictions, so why did he tell those people he was powerless before?"

As the old man approached unhurriedly, Feng Xia couldn't help but frown, her gaze constantly sweeping over Taigong Si.

And then there was the barely suppressed astonishment he showed when he first saw the gates of Thousand Autumn Valley…

What exactly caused their astonishment?

"Let's take another look... um, let's observe it a little longer!"

In a short while, Feng Xia made a conclusion: "Although he can break most of the restrictions, it wouldn't be difficult for me to kill him. But if he dares to act recklessly... Hmm? He's actually started hiking up the mountain!"

After arriving at the foot of the second peak, Taigong Si did not continue to use his teleportation technique.

He took a slight breath, then used his cane as a hiking stick, and began to climb the second peak on foot, without even using his magic power!

Taigong Si's cultivation level was not high, and he was already quite old, with his physical body and blood being severely depleted.

Climbing the second peak with only physical strength without using magical powers is actually quite strenuous.

This was indeed beyond Feng Xia's expectations.

"I thought he had also betrayed Guangling Sanren, but now it seems there's more to the story? Wait a minute!" Feng Xia suddenly remembered something. "Guangling Sanren is proficient in the Dao of Space, but not in formations. So, the killing formation in that secret land must have had someone secretly helping him!"

The restrictions on that secret land, inside and out, consist of roughly two parts.

Part of it is the power of the secret soil itself that separates it from the Yangkong Great Swamp in the outside world, making it an independent little world, unaffected by the Yangkong Great Swamp.

This power exists naturally.

The remaining killing formations were likely set up by later arrivals.

"Such an obvious problem, and I actually overlooked it!" Feng Xia shook his head with a wry smile. "There was nothing I could do about it; I was just too busy hiding from that mysterious young man."

Looking back now, the answer is quite obvious.

"It turns out that the old man also participated in digging the pit, so when he saw the mountain gate I built, he was not shocked or amazed but rather astonished. After entering this place, he went straight to the direction of the second peak."

It should be noted that after the second peak was fully formed, the location of Guangling Sanren's tombstone and the location of the Hun Tian Fruit Tree had actually been separated by Feng Xia.

The place that Bu Shengyan and the others went to was not in the same direction as the Second Peak.

But, as expected, Taigong Si still managed to find him!

This shows that from the beginning, the old man knew that Guangling Sanren was here, and even had a way to directly locate Guangling Sanren's position!

"Two old foxes..."

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Chapter 0844

Chapter 842 The Tomb Sweeper

"Huhuhu..."

With Taigong's current physical strength, by the time he reached the summit of the second peak, he was already panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

The old man was breathing heavily, and his originally pale face now appeared somewhat rosy.

However, he clearly didn't care about his image. After taking a deep breath, he couldn't wait to look at the highest point of the mountain, towards his original goal.

Then he saw a lifeless tomb.

As if struck by lightning on a clear day, the old man's pupils dilated suddenly, and he froze in place.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he strode forward, his eyes sharp as he swept over the stone tablet in front of the tomb, and his body trembled uncontrollably once again.

"Li Sizhu is buried here...hehe..."

"If you have any questions... please knock on the tombstone three times and then leave a message on my grave..."

"Hehehehehehe... Old man... You're doing well now that you're dead... Hehehe..."

This renowned array master, with an extremely high status, burst into laughter, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. But as he laughed, he began to cry, his voice hoarse from laughing so hard.

The two are actually quite similar in temperament; they both want to pursue a carefree and unrestrained life.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the two met and became friends, forging a friendship that lasted for over a thousand years, so that even after death, they could entrust everything to each other with peace of mind.

However, Taigong Si was more engrossed in the art of array formations and knew nothing about external affairs. If it weren't for the matchmaking of Guangling Sanren, he wouldn't even have a Daoist partner.

In comparison, Guangling Sanren was much more tactful in his dealings with people.

He single-handedly built the Guangling Pavilion as it is today, and erected an invisible protective wall, allowing Taigong to focus on studying array formations without having to worry about the troubles of the mortal world.

However, he was also entangled in these mundane matters.

He only managed to break free when he died.

As he laughed, Taigong Si seemed to tire of it. He swayed and sat down beside the tombstone, took out a wine jar, and smashed the seal on the jar's mouth.

The rich, fragrant aroma of the wine wafted out, intoxicating the senses.

The old man had not drunk alcohol for many years. In order to study the Dao of Formations and explore every variation of the formations, he had to keep his mind clear at all times, so he gave up drinking a long time ago.

The jar of wine beside him was his last collection, and it has been preserved for many years.

He got completely drunk, leaned against the tombstone like a limp rag, and fell into a deep sleep, just as he had when he first met his dearest friend.

At that time, Guangling Sanren was still called Li Sizhu.

"So there's such a complicated story behind it."

As an observer, Feng Xia couldn't help but click his tongue: "Thousands of years of friendship, that's a truly frightening number..."

As time went by, although Bu Shengyan and his group made some progress, overall, the progress was almost negligible.

Because at every intersection that follows, the compass of fate will appear!

Once the compass is turned, everything is in vain.

No matter how much they activated their supernatural powers or secret treasures, they still could not resist the power of the compass. As long as they turned it in the wrong direction, they would be swept onto the wrong path.

At this point in the original plan, they should have already arrived at the location of the Hun Tian Fruit Tree and even begun the final struggle for it.

What's the result now?

I didn't even finish half the marathon!

At this point, they had more or less made some guesses.

"Lord of the Forbidden Land!"

"senior!"

One of them shouted with all his might: "Senior is the master of the forbidden area, with an extraordinary background and a noble status. Why should you lower yourself to the level of us!"

No matter how you look at it, this Lord of the Forbidden Land is full of wicked humor.

The Compass of Fate no longer sought to extract benefits from them as it had before; its sole purpose was to make them feel utterly disgusted!

Simply put, it's a game to fool people.

If this continues, who knows how long it will drag on?

This seemingly endless cycle must be stopped!

The moment the words fell, they clearly felt a faint aura appear in the void in front of them. This made everyone's bodies tremble. After such a long delay, was the Lord of the Forbidden Land finally going to show up?